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M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
6,167
Reviews:
63
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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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.
No more hiding
Disclaimer: Don´t own anyone you may recognize.
Feedback: LOTS!
Notes: Thank you Dawn!
Chapter 4 No more hiding
The ship was silent as a tomb; there was no proof of any kind of life form residing there. How was it possible that such evil could hide somewhere in its chambers?
She shuddered as she slowly advanced towards the living quarters in the front section of the vessel, dangerously close to the cockpit.
This is suicide she thought to herself. But she had no choice. She'd die one way or the other, better to try to control things. She held the big tool she'd brought in a firm grip in her left hand as she continued her careful search.
After a while she found the canteen – no one was in sight so she entered. It was a really small kitchenette, no place to sit, only a heating unit, a metallic bench with drawers underneath and a couple of cupboards on the wall. The only decoration was a small, ugly painting hanging on the wall opposite the cupboards, showing a landscape with triple suns over something looking like a desert.
Desperately she started to search through the cupboards for anything edible. She turned a little and in the corner of her eye she suddenly saw a human form standing in the doorway. She spun around with a gasp, her heart beat like mad and all the muscles in her body tensed at an instance in a well known, very human reaction to flee from the beast.
The man was huge and with an all menacing look on his face. He held his big arms stretched up, holding the top of the door frame, covering the opening completely.
“Finally decided to crawl out, huh.” he said slowly with his low pitched voice, looking all cool and dangerously calm.
“God…, please don't hurt me!” she breathed, her mouth dry from fear.
“Oh, I don't know about that.” He almost sounded amused. “You sure hurt me, and trust me little one, I WILL hurt you.”
She backed the few centimeters she could until her back hit the bench behind her.
Riddick advanced into the small room occupying it completely with his presence. Quickly her eyes traveled to the tool lying next to her on the bench. He followed her gaze and expectantly raised an eyebrow. What did she plan to do with that thing?
Then things happened really fast. She grabbed it with her left hand but never even got the time to lift it. Before she knew what was happening, Riddick grabbed her by her right arm, her HURT arm and spun her around at the same time as he twisted the could-have-been weapon out of her hand. She screamed right out in pain and almost fainted, weak as she was from pain, hunger and horror.
Riddick caught her before she fell and held her firmly in his arms, her back against his chest. Tears formed in her eyes and she swallowed:
“Please, don't kill me,” she whispered. “I'm so tired, I can't fight you”
She leaned her head back against his chest and closed her eyes, her features contorted with pain and fearful anticipation of what was to come and at the same time feeling curiously relieved not to have her fate in her own hands anymore. She'd done what she could, she was way too weak, he was too superior and there was nothing more she could do now.
“You're fucking right you can't fight me!” he growled. He twisted her around and threw a fist in her face. Her head exploded in pain and she fell to the floor on her hands and knees, sobbing, pain shooting up from her wounded shoulder as she instinctively had protected herself from hitting the floor face first.
He stood as a tall threatening shadow over her.
“Get up!” he ordered.
“I… I can't…” she whimpered, pain pulsating in her head.
“Sure you can, come on” he reached out his hand as an invitation." Come on” he said again in a soothing, almost hypnotic, tone.
She was too afraid to take his hand and too afraid no to accept it. Stretching her left hand against his she grimaced in pain as he helped her up.
They looked at each other for a few moments, then he cocked his head, barely visible.
“Your arm hurting?” he asked nodding at her right arm.
She swallowed: “Yes…, I think it's broken.” Looking hesitantly at him she wondered: Why did he ask?
“Come here,” he said and pulled her towards him. He palpated her shoulder and shrugged.
“Dislocated” “Relax” he ordered. He held her firmly against his chest with one arm and started to pull her right arm downwards. She gasped and was about to protest when, with an intense pain, her shoulder popped back into its right position again.
“What!?” her surprise couldn't be more obvious.
“T-Thanks” she stuttered and cautiously flexed her arm, yes it worked again, amazing!
He was still holding her against his chest and she was starting to feel self conscious about it. She could feel the well-built muscles in his chest and his arm pressing against her. He had a very masculine smell of sweat and musk. No deodorants, nothing artificial, only this intoxicating air surrounding him and enwrapping her. She felt dizzy, and needed intensely to get away!
“Can I… Please, I need to eat something” she whispered in an almost unrecognizable voice.
He let go of her so sudden she almost fell. “Sure, go ahead”
She hesitantly took a step away from him, he didn't move. She turned to the cupboards again, all the time she felt his eyes on her back from his position, leaning leisurely at the door frame. Finding the rations of food packages she picked one called “Lamb stew” and, with trembling hands ripped the package open and shoved its content quickly into her mouth, starved as she was.
Before she fully understood what was happening, her body convulsed and she started to throw up, violently, in the small sink. She continued in spasms long after her stomach was empty.
She flinched when she realized he was standing next to her.
“You pregnant?” he asked with his gravelly voice. She nodded unhappily, the sour taste of vomit filling her mouth.
“I figured”, he said, almost to himself. “That's how it felt.”
She blushed when she remembered how he had touched her. Why am I blushing, she thought to herself, shaking her head, it's not like he touched you in an act of passion, stupid!
Straightening herself in front of him, she looked him in the eyes, well, into his goggles, and said softly, defensive: “Please don't hurt me…, please don't hurt …it”, while holding her hands protectively over her stomach.
He slowly shook his head: “You'll be fine, both, just don't fucking try to fight me. You'll lose and I might stop thinking it's worth having you around.”
“I won't” she said quickly while making an attempt to smile.
Riddick frowned. “You eat, slowly. Drink. Clean yourself up and put on some new clothes now. There should be some back at the crew quarters. I don't want you messing up my ship again! Clear?”
“OK”, she nodded quickly.
YOUR ship, she thought as she looked at his back when he left the room. You mean the ship you've stolen! All right, she mused, your life is not in an immediate danger, now continue to handle this situation this well and you might get out of here alive and kicking…
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Arche: oh, but what would it be wothout cliffhangers? I love them... when I write myself. :-D
Death: (Interesting name btw) You´ll see...
Lily: Thankyou, I hope she´s no whimp!
Pandorag: Thanks, yeah, he will...
Feedback: LOTS!
Notes: Thank you Dawn!
Chapter 4 No more hiding
The ship was silent as a tomb; there was no proof of any kind of life form residing there. How was it possible that such evil could hide somewhere in its chambers?
She shuddered as she slowly advanced towards the living quarters in the front section of the vessel, dangerously close to the cockpit.
This is suicide she thought to herself. But she had no choice. She'd die one way or the other, better to try to control things. She held the big tool she'd brought in a firm grip in her left hand as she continued her careful search.
After a while she found the canteen – no one was in sight so she entered. It was a really small kitchenette, no place to sit, only a heating unit, a metallic bench with drawers underneath and a couple of cupboards on the wall. The only decoration was a small, ugly painting hanging on the wall opposite the cupboards, showing a landscape with triple suns over something looking like a desert.
Desperately she started to search through the cupboards for anything edible. She turned a little and in the corner of her eye she suddenly saw a human form standing in the doorway. She spun around with a gasp, her heart beat like mad and all the muscles in her body tensed at an instance in a well known, very human reaction to flee from the beast.
The man was huge and with an all menacing look on his face. He held his big arms stretched up, holding the top of the door frame, covering the opening completely.
“Finally decided to crawl out, huh.” he said slowly with his low pitched voice, looking all cool and dangerously calm.
“God…, please don't hurt me!” she breathed, her mouth dry from fear.
“Oh, I don't know about that.” He almost sounded amused. “You sure hurt me, and trust me little one, I WILL hurt you.”
She backed the few centimeters she could until her back hit the bench behind her.
Riddick advanced into the small room occupying it completely with his presence. Quickly her eyes traveled to the tool lying next to her on the bench. He followed her gaze and expectantly raised an eyebrow. What did she plan to do with that thing?
Then things happened really fast. She grabbed it with her left hand but never even got the time to lift it. Before she knew what was happening, Riddick grabbed her by her right arm, her HURT arm and spun her around at the same time as he twisted the could-have-been weapon out of her hand. She screamed right out in pain and almost fainted, weak as she was from pain, hunger and horror.
Riddick caught her before she fell and held her firmly in his arms, her back against his chest. Tears formed in her eyes and she swallowed:
“Please, don't kill me,” she whispered. “I'm so tired, I can't fight you”
She leaned her head back against his chest and closed her eyes, her features contorted with pain and fearful anticipation of what was to come and at the same time feeling curiously relieved not to have her fate in her own hands anymore. She'd done what she could, she was way too weak, he was too superior and there was nothing more she could do now.
“You're fucking right you can't fight me!” he growled. He twisted her around and threw a fist in her face. Her head exploded in pain and she fell to the floor on her hands and knees, sobbing, pain shooting up from her wounded shoulder as she instinctively had protected herself from hitting the floor face first.
He stood as a tall threatening shadow over her.
“Get up!” he ordered.
“I… I can't…” she whimpered, pain pulsating in her head.
“Sure you can, come on” he reached out his hand as an invitation." Come on” he said again in a soothing, almost hypnotic, tone.
She was too afraid to take his hand and too afraid no to accept it. Stretching her left hand against his she grimaced in pain as he helped her up.
They looked at each other for a few moments, then he cocked his head, barely visible.
“Your arm hurting?” he asked nodding at her right arm.
She swallowed: “Yes…, I think it's broken.” Looking hesitantly at him she wondered: Why did he ask?
“Come here,” he said and pulled her towards him. He palpated her shoulder and shrugged.
“Dislocated” “Relax” he ordered. He held her firmly against his chest with one arm and started to pull her right arm downwards. She gasped and was about to protest when, with an intense pain, her shoulder popped back into its right position again.
“What!?” her surprise couldn't be more obvious.
“T-Thanks” she stuttered and cautiously flexed her arm, yes it worked again, amazing!
He was still holding her against his chest and she was starting to feel self conscious about it. She could feel the well-built muscles in his chest and his arm pressing against her. He had a very masculine smell of sweat and musk. No deodorants, nothing artificial, only this intoxicating air surrounding him and enwrapping her. She felt dizzy, and needed intensely to get away!
“Can I… Please, I need to eat something” she whispered in an almost unrecognizable voice.
He let go of her so sudden she almost fell. “Sure, go ahead”
She hesitantly took a step away from him, he didn't move. She turned to the cupboards again, all the time she felt his eyes on her back from his position, leaning leisurely at the door frame. Finding the rations of food packages she picked one called “Lamb stew” and, with trembling hands ripped the package open and shoved its content quickly into her mouth, starved as she was.
Before she fully understood what was happening, her body convulsed and she started to throw up, violently, in the small sink. She continued in spasms long after her stomach was empty.
She flinched when she realized he was standing next to her.
“You pregnant?” he asked with his gravelly voice. She nodded unhappily, the sour taste of vomit filling her mouth.
“I figured”, he said, almost to himself. “That's how it felt.”
She blushed when she remembered how he had touched her. Why am I blushing, she thought to herself, shaking her head, it's not like he touched you in an act of passion, stupid!
Straightening herself in front of him, she looked him in the eyes, well, into his goggles, and said softly, defensive: “Please don't hurt me…, please don't hurt …it”, while holding her hands protectively over her stomach.
He slowly shook his head: “You'll be fine, both, just don't fucking try to fight me. You'll lose and I might stop thinking it's worth having you around.”
“I won't” she said quickly while making an attempt to smile.
Riddick frowned. “You eat, slowly. Drink. Clean yourself up and put on some new clothes now. There should be some back at the crew quarters. I don't want you messing up my ship again! Clear?”
“OK”, she nodded quickly.
YOUR ship, she thought as she looked at his back when he left the room. You mean the ship you've stolen! All right, she mused, your life is not in an immediate danger, now continue to handle this situation this well and you might get out of here alive and kicking…
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Arche: oh, but what would it be wothout cliffhangers? I love them... when I write myself. :-D
Death: (Interesting name btw) You´ll see...
Lily: Thankyou, I hope she´s no whimp!
Pandorag: Thanks, yeah, he will...