The Journey
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
38
Views:
7,406
Reviews:
27
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.
The rescue
She could tell they were in some building somewhere. Probably the same city that she had been taken in. She wasn’t sure exactly how long she had been there, a few days at most. She’d lost track of time, she’d been beaten unconscious too many times, but knew that it couldn’t have been that long.
What brought her back to her senses now was the feeling of a familiar presence. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on what she felt and she smiled, ignoring the pain from her dry cracked lips. She still made no sound as she heard the men rushing around, the far off sound of a howl made her smile even more when she knew that he hadn’t come alone.
Snarls came from a close room, and she struggled a little against the ropes. “I’m in here!” She called out, hoping that she had done the right thing. The door slid open, and she saw the room beyond.
The two hellhounds she spent the most time with, the big male that was called Scar, and her little female companion were fighting a small group of armed men. Misty pinned a large man against the wall, her scales a bright red. She didn’t see the man behind her with the gun pointed at her back. As she launched herself at the man in front of her, intent on tearing out his throat, Scar rammed the gunner, his strong shoulders cracking his back. The gun went off, nicking Misty’s ear, and obliterating the merc’s head.
Misty yelped, Scar pacing over to her and sniffing the wounded ear. The smaller female made an odd purring growl sound before the leapt together on a man who had just walked in. Riddick followed behind, but before she could speak, she felt something hard hit her head, and she slumped in the ropes holding her off the floor.
“I have to give the little bitch credit. No matter what we did to her, she never screamed, never said a word, never begged.” His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Riddick over the slumped form he was using as a shield. “More then I can say for my former crewies. Maybe I’ll keep her, after I take you to slam that is.”
“She is MINE!” Riddick’s silver eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at him, words coming out in a growl. With a sharp flick of his wrist he threw his knife, severing the power cables to the room, plunging it into darkness.
“Nice try, but I did my homework, infra-red goggles.” A soft moan of pain came from his hostage, and he tightened his grip on her. “Would have to break that spirit of hers though, I don’t think she’d be as much fun to play with if I couldn’t make her scream.”
The glow of two more pairs of eyes melted out of the gloomy darkness, accompanied by the sound of snarling and scales rattling.
“Ah, your pets. I was told they came with you. They’d be worth a lot of money on the market as well. You’re just a veritable treasure trove aren’t you.”
The woman being used as a shield and hostage growled. “THAT BITCH!” Kylie hissed out, her eyes glowing in anger as she realized just what had happened. “She is going to die for this.”
Her eyes and chest mark started to glow even brighter as her anger grew. In fear, the merc boss tried to let go of her and back away. Kylie grabbed his wrists with her hands, nails digging into his flesh, blood dripping onto the floor.
“You want to hear screams do you?” A voice that barely sounded like her emerged from between her lips. “Let’s hear you scream.”
She raised her hands from his arms, licking the blood from her fingertips. The glow coming from her followed him as he backed away, her feet silent as they moved across the floor. She stalked him as he backed into the wall, watching almost casually as he punched the button to open a door on the wall. He fell through it, and so quickly that Riddick could barely follow her movement, Kylie followed, the door hissing shut behind them.
The door was locked, and no matter what he tried, Riddick could not get it open. The thick coppery smell of blood floated with the sounds of gargling shrieks and screams through the air vent, exciting the hellhounds into howls and barks, their sharp nails digging at the door and the floor, unable to get through it. Out of ideas, Riddick punched the door hard and started pacing.
Many tense moments passed before the door opened. Kylie stood silhouetted in the light from the room, blood dripping from her hands and splattered over her face and chest. The light coming from inside her was dimming as she staggered forward, falling into Riddick’s arms.
Her bruised and battered face looked up at him. Her voice was weak as she spoke. “I’m yours?” Was all she could say before sheer exhaustion overwhelmed her and she passed out.
What brought her back to her senses now was the feeling of a familiar presence. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on what she felt and she smiled, ignoring the pain from her dry cracked lips. She still made no sound as she heard the men rushing around, the far off sound of a howl made her smile even more when she knew that he hadn’t come alone.
Snarls came from a close room, and she struggled a little against the ropes. “I’m in here!” She called out, hoping that she had done the right thing. The door slid open, and she saw the room beyond.
The two hellhounds she spent the most time with, the big male that was called Scar, and her little female companion were fighting a small group of armed men. Misty pinned a large man against the wall, her scales a bright red. She didn’t see the man behind her with the gun pointed at her back. As she launched herself at the man in front of her, intent on tearing out his throat, Scar rammed the gunner, his strong shoulders cracking his back. The gun went off, nicking Misty’s ear, and obliterating the merc’s head.
Misty yelped, Scar pacing over to her and sniffing the wounded ear. The smaller female made an odd purring growl sound before the leapt together on a man who had just walked in. Riddick followed behind, but before she could speak, she felt something hard hit her head, and she slumped in the ropes holding her off the floor.
“I have to give the little bitch credit. No matter what we did to her, she never screamed, never said a word, never begged.” His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Riddick over the slumped form he was using as a shield. “More then I can say for my former crewies. Maybe I’ll keep her, after I take you to slam that is.”
“She is MINE!” Riddick’s silver eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at him, words coming out in a growl. With a sharp flick of his wrist he threw his knife, severing the power cables to the room, plunging it into darkness.
“Nice try, but I did my homework, infra-red goggles.” A soft moan of pain came from his hostage, and he tightened his grip on her. “Would have to break that spirit of hers though, I don’t think she’d be as much fun to play with if I couldn’t make her scream.”
The glow of two more pairs of eyes melted out of the gloomy darkness, accompanied by the sound of snarling and scales rattling.
“Ah, your pets. I was told they came with you. They’d be worth a lot of money on the market as well. You’re just a veritable treasure trove aren’t you.”
The woman being used as a shield and hostage growled. “THAT BITCH!” Kylie hissed out, her eyes glowing in anger as she realized just what had happened. “She is going to die for this.”
Her eyes and chest mark started to glow even brighter as her anger grew. In fear, the merc boss tried to let go of her and back away. Kylie grabbed his wrists with her hands, nails digging into his flesh, blood dripping onto the floor.
“You want to hear screams do you?” A voice that barely sounded like her emerged from between her lips. “Let’s hear you scream.”
She raised her hands from his arms, licking the blood from her fingertips. The glow coming from her followed him as he backed away, her feet silent as they moved across the floor. She stalked him as he backed into the wall, watching almost casually as he punched the button to open a door on the wall. He fell through it, and so quickly that Riddick could barely follow her movement, Kylie followed, the door hissing shut behind them.
The door was locked, and no matter what he tried, Riddick could not get it open. The thick coppery smell of blood floated with the sounds of gargling shrieks and screams through the air vent, exciting the hellhounds into howls and barks, their sharp nails digging at the door and the floor, unable to get through it. Out of ideas, Riddick punched the door hard and started pacing.
Many tense moments passed before the door opened. Kylie stood silhouetted in the light from the room, blood dripping from her hands and splattered over her face and chest. The light coming from inside her was dimming as she staggered forward, falling into Riddick’s arms.
Her bruised and battered face looked up at him. Her voice was weak as she spoke. “I’m yours?” Was all she could say before sheer exhaustion overwhelmed her and she passed out.