Bringing it down
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
6,166
Reviews:
63
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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.
Hide and seek
Disclaimer: Don´t own Riddick or any other character you may recognize, Karyn however is mine.
Summary: Riddick escapes from a transport and takes over a ship with an unexpected bonus…
Several years post PB, AU, TCOR never existed. When we take off, Riddick is highly disappointed with the so called humanity, what good did it do him? Can someone reach him again?
Feedback: is mandatory!
Chapter 3. Hide and seek
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Riddick gritted his teeth as he limped back towards the cryo chamber, tightening and opening his fists as he proceeded. Fuck! That bitch s´gonna pay for that! Anger was seeping through his mind as he climbed the ladder were the woman had fallen just a few minutes ago. He didn't bother to walk around the two dead men that lay on display, their throats gaping and their bodies and the floor washed with blood, eyes wide open and forever staring into eternity, he just lengthened his step and furiously entered the cockpit.
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With her heart beating like a hammer, and her mouth dry from the horror she’d been through the last few minutes, she ran like mad until she couldn’t get further. She stopped and listened. Not a sound. Was it possible that he didn’t follow, had she hurt him that bad? Hiding behind some large crates she sunk down and tried to catch her breath.
A few minutes went by and nothing happened. There was some kind of sweet, sharp, oily stench down here and she could hear the distant murmur of the ships machinery.
Gradually her eyes adjusted to the low lights and she started to scan her surroundings, looking for something to use as a defense. She would need some kind of weapon! She had checked the closest crates, in her attempts to find a good hiding place, and found them all to be securely locked.
When her breathing calmed a little and her heart only beat at 120 instead of trying to hammer its way out of her chest, she carefully started to investigate the storage area. Afraid that there were some kind of surveillance and that her movements would not go unnoticed she tried to move as quiet as possible and always made sure to crouch between the cargo and the wall.
Wasn't there anything, anywhere she could use? In the rear end of the big chamber the oily stench was replaced by a foul odor that seemed to originate from a semi-hidden crate placed just by the loading ramp. A cold shiver ran down her spine, the smell… it was thick and sweet, almost rotten, it smelled like something had died there… What in heavens name did they transport on this ship! She shuddered and quickly retracted. She didn't want to investigate THAT further!
Feeling quite disturbed, she no longer concentrated on her footing and shoved her left foot into something hard lying on the floor. She cursed between her teeth and jumped on the other foot, but when she bent down to check it out, she could have saluted! It was a tool of some sort, about the same length as her forearm, really heavy and definitely usable as a weapon.
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In the meantime, Riddick hammered coordinates into the computer, programming it to a completely new course through the galaxy. He had some scores to settle with an old “friend” who obviously had appreciated the “dead or alive”-reward a whole lot more than their old friendship! He sure knew a few ways of paying her back for that…
The first thing Riddick did however when he returned to the cockpit was to take some precautions. He engaged the movement sensors all over the ship so he could keep track of his little “disturbance”; he also sealed all the cryochambers via the main computer. No one else would get the chance to wake up and if the woman would try something stupid like an attempt to wake more people she would be in for a surprise.
This ship, an old slave ship as it was, was equipped with a very special safety routine. When the cryos were locked from the ships computer; any attempt to open them from the outside would result in an overflow of anesthetic gases, killing the person in the tube. This was not standard, but some of the older ships were equipped like this in case of pirates taking over the ship. If you had a cargo full of good men, women and children to sell, or that you'd just bought, you wouldn't want them raped, mutilated and killed…
As he sealed the cryos he simply punched in a random code and couldn't care less as to remember what the 10 digit number he'd just entered was…
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Experiencing an increasing discomfort, she had no clue to how much time had gone by, but it felt like hours since her encounter with Riddick. She had cried silently for a long time before she ran out of tears. No one would come to her aid, what was the point? She still needed to eat, drink, pee and look to her arm that was numb and useless. She felt dizzy and with an increasingly upset stomach. She'd tried to throw up but with little success.
Going through her alternatives she realized she had little choice other than trying to find the canteen as well as the med room, preferably without Riddick finding her. If he did, she knew she was dead. If she could stash up some food however and a band aid and pain killers for her arm then maybe she could hide away until they reached a port somewhere… If she had only known how to wake up the crew and get help, but their cryo tubes were way too close to the cockpit, there was no way she could get away with that. And as for the rest of the passengers… who else would she want to put in this position?
The thought of what she had to do nauseated her, but she slowly, shakily got on her feet and willed them to move, her whole body screaming at her that this was wrong.
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Death: thanks! Yeah, Poor old Riddick! :-)
Arche & Lily: Cliffhanger is my middle name... but stick around, things will soon be more intense!
Summary: Riddick escapes from a transport and takes over a ship with an unexpected bonus…
Several years post PB, AU, TCOR never existed. When we take off, Riddick is highly disappointed with the so called humanity, what good did it do him? Can someone reach him again?
Feedback: is mandatory!
Chapter 3. Hide and seek
***************************************************
Riddick gritted his teeth as he limped back towards the cryo chamber, tightening and opening his fists as he proceeded. Fuck! That bitch s´gonna pay for that! Anger was seeping through his mind as he climbed the ladder were the woman had fallen just a few minutes ago. He didn't bother to walk around the two dead men that lay on display, their throats gaping and their bodies and the floor washed with blood, eyes wide open and forever staring into eternity, he just lengthened his step and furiously entered the cockpit.
****************************************************
With her heart beating like a hammer, and her mouth dry from the horror she’d been through the last few minutes, she ran like mad until she couldn’t get further. She stopped and listened. Not a sound. Was it possible that he didn’t follow, had she hurt him that bad? Hiding behind some large crates she sunk down and tried to catch her breath.
A few minutes went by and nothing happened. There was some kind of sweet, sharp, oily stench down here and she could hear the distant murmur of the ships machinery.
Gradually her eyes adjusted to the low lights and she started to scan her surroundings, looking for something to use as a defense. She would need some kind of weapon! She had checked the closest crates, in her attempts to find a good hiding place, and found them all to be securely locked.
When her breathing calmed a little and her heart only beat at 120 instead of trying to hammer its way out of her chest, she carefully started to investigate the storage area. Afraid that there were some kind of surveillance and that her movements would not go unnoticed she tried to move as quiet as possible and always made sure to crouch between the cargo and the wall.
Wasn't there anything, anywhere she could use? In the rear end of the big chamber the oily stench was replaced by a foul odor that seemed to originate from a semi-hidden crate placed just by the loading ramp. A cold shiver ran down her spine, the smell… it was thick and sweet, almost rotten, it smelled like something had died there… What in heavens name did they transport on this ship! She shuddered and quickly retracted. She didn't want to investigate THAT further!
Feeling quite disturbed, she no longer concentrated on her footing and shoved her left foot into something hard lying on the floor. She cursed between her teeth and jumped on the other foot, but when she bent down to check it out, she could have saluted! It was a tool of some sort, about the same length as her forearm, really heavy and definitely usable as a weapon.
*************************************************
In the meantime, Riddick hammered coordinates into the computer, programming it to a completely new course through the galaxy. He had some scores to settle with an old “friend” who obviously had appreciated the “dead or alive”-reward a whole lot more than their old friendship! He sure knew a few ways of paying her back for that…
The first thing Riddick did however when he returned to the cockpit was to take some precautions. He engaged the movement sensors all over the ship so he could keep track of his little “disturbance”; he also sealed all the cryochambers via the main computer. No one else would get the chance to wake up and if the woman would try something stupid like an attempt to wake more people she would be in for a surprise.
This ship, an old slave ship as it was, was equipped with a very special safety routine. When the cryos were locked from the ships computer; any attempt to open them from the outside would result in an overflow of anesthetic gases, killing the person in the tube. This was not standard, but some of the older ships were equipped like this in case of pirates taking over the ship. If you had a cargo full of good men, women and children to sell, or that you'd just bought, you wouldn't want them raped, mutilated and killed…
As he sealed the cryos he simply punched in a random code and couldn't care less as to remember what the 10 digit number he'd just entered was…
***********************************************
Experiencing an increasing discomfort, she had no clue to how much time had gone by, but it felt like hours since her encounter with Riddick. She had cried silently for a long time before she ran out of tears. No one would come to her aid, what was the point? She still needed to eat, drink, pee and look to her arm that was numb and useless. She felt dizzy and with an increasingly upset stomach. She'd tried to throw up but with little success.
Going through her alternatives she realized she had little choice other than trying to find the canteen as well as the med room, preferably without Riddick finding her. If he did, she knew she was dead. If she could stash up some food however and a band aid and pain killers for her arm then maybe she could hide away until they reached a port somewhere… If she had only known how to wake up the crew and get help, but their cryo tubes were way too close to the cockpit, there was no way she could get away with that. And as for the rest of the passengers… who else would she want to put in this position?
The thought of what she had to do nauseated her, but she slowly, shakily got on her feet and willed them to move, her whole body screaming at her that this was wrong.
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Death: thanks! Yeah, Poor old Riddick! :-)
Arche & Lily: Cliffhanger is my middle name... but stick around, things will soon be more intense!