Eyes Are The Windows
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,171
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Hunt
Chapter 3
The Hunt
Ely stood naked and dripping wet in front of her bed, Riddick had eluded her for about 3 months, from the time he had his first dream, until now. She wasn’t frustrated, she couldn’t remember the feeling, but she was perplexed. How could a simple man be so…cunning? She thought, a slight frown marring her otherwise emotionless, empty features. She picked up the towel and dried herself off, before pulling on a black bra and matching boy cut underwear.
No matter, she’d just try harder. She gave herself by the end of the night, to find him. It was easy, considering that she was in the same vicinity as him, and that although his smell wasn’t all over this small area of people, it was still here.
Elyah blinked some, ‘What was I doing?’ she asked herself, before nodding. She was getting dressed. Tight blue, boot cut jeans, with the natural frayed and faded look, from many a wash and dry, and a tight black long sleeved shirt that ended above her navel, a simple black belt and her boots. She didn’t care much about her hair, so she let it dry on her own. The Lab didn’t let her bring any guns, since they knew if Ely was in any danger, she would shoot before injury, so she slid the nondescript combat knife into her boot and left.
She had credits to buy new clothes, and no personal belongings to speak of, as far as Ely knew she would never be back in this room again.
Riddick hadn’t been in this room for a whole night and he didn’t feel safe. He stayed away from the windows, even though the shades were drawn, didn’t leave for a beer or any food that he hadn’t brought with him, and paced back and forth like a mad man. Usually, Riddick wouldn’t stay in a place he didn’t feel safe in; he’d leave as sure as the world he landed on spun on its axis, but he wouldn’t feel even remotely safe anywhere until that dream demon was dead.
He paused in pacing, hearing a sound outside of his door, his goggles, which were resting on his forehead were peeled off, and the room was already darkened, and the console on his desk was searching for files, on the woman of his dreams…or nightmares, whichever you’d prefer. He frowned, moving to the side of the door, the side that the door swung open on, so he could use the door as his first weapon. It sounded like, nails…scratching against the front of it
He’d waited patiently, for a few long, silent moments, before he relaxed, he wanted to risk a peek out the door, but that whole ‘curiosity killed the cat’ saying lingered around in the back of his mind and he turned away from the door, only to just miss a shadow passing over the window shades from the outside. He frowned deeply, the feeling of uncertainty passing over his body like a cold wave of ocean water, and he quickly gathered his belongings, and headed for the door. He touched the knob with his hand, and reached back, frowning as he remembered the scratching from before.
He took a step back, he felt trapped, like a caged animal, and he felt the rush of movement behind him, and then his body was slammed forward into the door, and the items in his hands clattered onto the floor. Riddick grunted, feeling the soft, female body pressed against his, her forearm was pressed into the back of his neck, and the knife against his spine.
Riddick glanced back on her, the smug grin on his Dream Demon’s face showed that she was amused at his frantic escape attempts, and that she knew exactly how he felt, and loved his confusion, even though the escape convict kept these feelings well hidden. How she found out, he couldn’t even begin to come up with a concept, he figured it was the same way she got into his dreams and corrupted them.
The sneaky, psychic bitch.
Ely was too busy staring into his eyes and she didn’t catch the elbow in her face until too late. Her head flew back and her feet went with it, blood dripping down her nose, but the knife clutch firmly in her hand. She growled, he didn’t break it, but it still hurt. She dealt with the pain as she’d been trained and she smiled, as blood dripped down her upper lip, her tongue flicked out and tasted it. The blood was dark, unnatural, Riddick noticed.
“What the fuck are you?” he asked, watching her carefully with his onyx eyes. The woman didn’t answer; Ely could talk, but she hadn’t had the itch to do so in years.
Capture Richard B. Riddick, she thought, waiting a few long, silent moments before going for him again, she brought her knee up into his stomach, and then launched her fist upwards into his chin. Riddick was stunned by her strong attacks, he’d never met a woman that could outfight him, or was as fast as he, which intrigued him in a sick sense. It was hard to find the spots that she left open.
Riddick stumbled backwards, after the uppercut, and the woman stalked towards him and raised her boot, for a brutal kick to Riddick’s face, but he grabbed her ankle and yanked her forwards, gripping the wrist that held the knife and twisting it brutally. The sickening crack sliced through the sounds of their heavy breathing and the woman grunted, her eyes widened as the pain seared through her arm.
The knife fell to the carpeted floor with a ‘thunk’ and he gripped her throat and spun her around, slamming her into the wall.
“Who are you?” he growled, glaring down at her.
Ely breathed heavily, too many sensations running through her body, the pain in her wrist and the rising pain in her head. Everything stung, she realized, her eyes stared up at him, blankly, she understood the words, but nothing came out.
Riddick frowned and slammed her body again, “I asked you a question.” He growled, becoming frustrated with her silence.
Capture Richard B. Riddick.
Protect.
Don’t kill.
Capture.
Obey.
Capture.
Obey.
The commands ran through her head, so fast, that it felt like they were being drilled in. She gasped, blood dripping from the tear ducts in her eyes and down her cheeks, making Riddick frown, but not loosen his grip on his neck. He smelled the scent of burning flesh, and he wasn’t sure where on her body it was coming from, but he was sure it was coming from her.
She cried out and her body spasmed wildly, the blood coming from her eyes and nose in continuous streams, and after a few seconds, the woman was out cold…
_________________________________________________________________________________________
“Shit!” Dr. Argento cursed loudly, banging his hands on the console.
The Behavioral Implant, the tracer implanted directly into Elyah’s head, just shorted out. Now they didn’t have the direct feed into her mind, couldn’t update her on mission parameters, and the amplified psychic abilities she did have, were now limited to whatever Elyah could muster. She lost the ability to contact Riddick in his dreams, the chip was how she was able to do it, so strongly in the first place.
He frowned, and began hurrying over the reboot procedures, but like any computer, it would have to be fixed manually, which would mean an actual open head surgery on Ely, if…Riddick hadn’t killed her already.
Author’s Note –
I apologize for this chapter taking me so long; I’ve just gotten out of school, and gotten around a hellacious bout of Writer’s Block. Hopefully, the inspiration will keep on trickling, and I’ll be able to keep this story updated, I hope it’s up to standards, because I do not have a Beta as of yet, and I haven’t had the time to find one, unfortunately.
*sighs*
Enjoy!
~ Danyelle Riddick
The Hunt
Ely stood naked and dripping wet in front of her bed, Riddick had eluded her for about 3 months, from the time he had his first dream, until now. She wasn’t frustrated, she couldn’t remember the feeling, but she was perplexed. How could a simple man be so…cunning? She thought, a slight frown marring her otherwise emotionless, empty features. She picked up the towel and dried herself off, before pulling on a black bra and matching boy cut underwear.
No matter, she’d just try harder. She gave herself by the end of the night, to find him. It was easy, considering that she was in the same vicinity as him, and that although his smell wasn’t all over this small area of people, it was still here.
Elyah blinked some, ‘What was I doing?’ she asked herself, before nodding. She was getting dressed. Tight blue, boot cut jeans, with the natural frayed and faded look, from many a wash and dry, and a tight black long sleeved shirt that ended above her navel, a simple black belt and her boots. She didn’t care much about her hair, so she let it dry on her own. The Lab didn’t let her bring any guns, since they knew if Ely was in any danger, she would shoot before injury, so she slid the nondescript combat knife into her boot and left.
She had credits to buy new clothes, and no personal belongings to speak of, as far as Ely knew she would never be back in this room again.
Riddick hadn’t been in this room for a whole night and he didn’t feel safe. He stayed away from the windows, even though the shades were drawn, didn’t leave for a beer or any food that he hadn’t brought with him, and paced back and forth like a mad man. Usually, Riddick wouldn’t stay in a place he didn’t feel safe in; he’d leave as sure as the world he landed on spun on its axis, but he wouldn’t feel even remotely safe anywhere until that dream demon was dead.
He paused in pacing, hearing a sound outside of his door, his goggles, which were resting on his forehead were peeled off, and the room was already darkened, and the console on his desk was searching for files, on the woman of his dreams…or nightmares, whichever you’d prefer. He frowned, moving to the side of the door, the side that the door swung open on, so he could use the door as his first weapon. It sounded like, nails…scratching against the front of it
He’d waited patiently, for a few long, silent moments, before he relaxed, he wanted to risk a peek out the door, but that whole ‘curiosity killed the cat’ saying lingered around in the back of his mind and he turned away from the door, only to just miss a shadow passing over the window shades from the outside. He frowned deeply, the feeling of uncertainty passing over his body like a cold wave of ocean water, and he quickly gathered his belongings, and headed for the door. He touched the knob with his hand, and reached back, frowning as he remembered the scratching from before.
He took a step back, he felt trapped, like a caged animal, and he felt the rush of movement behind him, and then his body was slammed forward into the door, and the items in his hands clattered onto the floor. Riddick grunted, feeling the soft, female body pressed against his, her forearm was pressed into the back of his neck, and the knife against his spine.
Riddick glanced back on her, the smug grin on his Dream Demon’s face showed that she was amused at his frantic escape attempts, and that she knew exactly how he felt, and loved his confusion, even though the escape convict kept these feelings well hidden. How she found out, he couldn’t even begin to come up with a concept, he figured it was the same way she got into his dreams and corrupted them.
The sneaky, psychic bitch.
Ely was too busy staring into his eyes and she didn’t catch the elbow in her face until too late. Her head flew back and her feet went with it, blood dripping down her nose, but the knife clutch firmly in her hand. She growled, he didn’t break it, but it still hurt. She dealt with the pain as she’d been trained and she smiled, as blood dripped down her upper lip, her tongue flicked out and tasted it. The blood was dark, unnatural, Riddick noticed.
“What the fuck are you?” he asked, watching her carefully with his onyx eyes. The woman didn’t answer; Ely could talk, but she hadn’t had the itch to do so in years.
Capture Richard B. Riddick, she thought, waiting a few long, silent moments before going for him again, she brought her knee up into his stomach, and then launched her fist upwards into his chin. Riddick was stunned by her strong attacks, he’d never met a woman that could outfight him, or was as fast as he, which intrigued him in a sick sense. It was hard to find the spots that she left open.
Riddick stumbled backwards, after the uppercut, and the woman stalked towards him and raised her boot, for a brutal kick to Riddick’s face, but he grabbed her ankle and yanked her forwards, gripping the wrist that held the knife and twisting it brutally. The sickening crack sliced through the sounds of their heavy breathing and the woman grunted, her eyes widened as the pain seared through her arm.
The knife fell to the carpeted floor with a ‘thunk’ and he gripped her throat and spun her around, slamming her into the wall.
“Who are you?” he growled, glaring down at her.
Ely breathed heavily, too many sensations running through her body, the pain in her wrist and the rising pain in her head. Everything stung, she realized, her eyes stared up at him, blankly, she understood the words, but nothing came out.
Riddick frowned and slammed her body again, “I asked you a question.” He growled, becoming frustrated with her silence.
Capture Richard B. Riddick.
Protect.
Don’t kill.
Capture.
Obey.
Capture.
Obey.
The commands ran through her head, so fast, that it felt like they were being drilled in. She gasped, blood dripping from the tear ducts in her eyes and down her cheeks, making Riddick frown, but not loosen his grip on his neck. He smelled the scent of burning flesh, and he wasn’t sure where on her body it was coming from, but he was sure it was coming from her.
She cried out and her body spasmed wildly, the blood coming from her eyes and nose in continuous streams, and after a few seconds, the woman was out cold…
_________________________________________________________________________________________
“Shit!” Dr. Argento cursed loudly, banging his hands on the console.
The Behavioral Implant, the tracer implanted directly into Elyah’s head, just shorted out. Now they didn’t have the direct feed into her mind, couldn’t update her on mission parameters, and the amplified psychic abilities she did have, were now limited to whatever Elyah could muster. She lost the ability to contact Riddick in his dreams, the chip was how she was able to do it, so strongly in the first place.
He frowned, and began hurrying over the reboot procedures, but like any computer, it would have to be fixed manually, which would mean an actual open head surgery on Ely, if…Riddick hadn’t killed her already.
Author’s Note –
I apologize for this chapter taking me so long; I’ve just gotten out of school, and gotten around a hellacious bout of Writer’s Block. Hopefully, the inspiration will keep on trickling, and I’ll be able to keep this story updated, I hope it’s up to standards, because I do not have a Beta as of yet, and I haven’t had the time to find one, unfortunately.
*sighs*
Enjoy!
~ Danyelle Riddick