Merc's Revenge
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,072
Reviews:
10
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.
Rabbit
We drank water, peed, shot up morphine and slept for what seemed like weeks, but was actually only three days and nights. I woke up with a stiff neck and heavy eyelids, gurgling stomach. My leg was sore but healing nicely. The man knows first aid. Toombs slept in the crook of my arm, one leg thrown over mine, his brow furrowed deeply, constantly murmuring something about someone that he needed to find. It was weeks before I knew who that was.
On the fourth day he grumbled something and put an arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest. “Don’t leave,” he said. It was raining heavily and the air smelled like metal, rust and sulphur.
“Toombs,” He blinked awake and looked up at me blearily, getting his bearings. “I’m hungry, and I need a bath. Or a shower, something.”
He nodded and rolled out of bed, shuffling over the floor towards the silver box.
“Not that. No more,” I said. My head was already pounding, my stomach lurching from a 12 hour withdrawal. I knew I was hooked and I didn’t want to be. High means vulnerable. “I don’t want anymore. You shouldn’t have it either.”
“I shouldn’t?”
“No. Don’t waste it.”
“Don't waste it? Sweetie, you're lucky I'm fucking SHARING it. How about this. You don’t tell me what to do with my property and I’ll get you a bath and something to eat? Or alternatively, I could tape your mouth shut and throw you in a gutter. There’s a lot of horny criminals out there who wouldn’t wait as long as I have.”
I shut up then.
I was able to walk on the leg. The arm wound was healing rapidly. It was only a shallow cut, more ugly than painful. I slid out of bed and shuffled over to him while he shot up, although I noticed that he only used half as much as usual. I sighed and began picking through the junk looking for clothes, food, anything.
“Come back here. Look at me." He stood up, and I noticed for the first time how tall he was, how he towered over me. His voice was soft and slurred. Drugged, but not as bad as usual. "This place used to be a hospital you know. A clinic or something. So when you say I stole from it, that’s not exactly true. More like, finders keepers you know?”
He pulled aside a ratty, threadbare curtain and revealed a room of chrome and glass block. Also packed with junk, but...softer junk. There were folded linens and some clothes and shoes. In the middle was a stainless steel bathtub at least three feet deep.
He lit a cigarette while I ran my hand over the tub, longing for it.
“I rigged up a heater, although you still have to get the water from out front. So, just let me take a piss and this baby’s all yours. I’ll find you something else to wear, too. And we’ll get some breakfast, or dinner or whatever. OK?”
I touched his arm and said, “Thank you.”
He looked a little shocked.
After my bath, which was just a bit over lukewarm, I slipped into the gray pants and white shirt that he’d slid beneath the curtain out of ‘respect for my nakedness’. Finally I saw a mirror. He was right the first day. I looked terrible, sallow and fragile. At least now I was clean, although my wounds were aching and reopened by the cleaning and warm water. I found an old shoelace and pulled my wet hair back into a tight braid, gave my cheeks a pinch to pink them up.
Toombs peeked his head inside the curtain. “See, I knew you’d clean up all nice like that” I smiled. He held out a bag. “Food. Not the best, but it’s warm and it’s free. Come over here. I’ll rewrap your leg.”
“I can do it,” I said, taking the bag from him. It smelled spicy and was very heavy.
“I’ll do it. OK? Don’t get all huffy.” I shouldered past him and he grabbed my hand. We were stuck in the doorway together and I could feel his stare. I could hear his breathing, smell the smoke on his breath. “Aren’t you going to thank me for all this, Lanie?” He whispered. It got very warm. I looked at the floor.
“I need…I can’t do…”
He lifted my chin and smiled at me. “Not like that rabbit. I don’t need that yet.”
“Oh,” I said. “Then, yes. Thank you.” I stood on my toes and kissed him on the cheek. He turned his head and brushed his lips over mine.
"Thank YOU, little rabbit," he said, and we settled in to eat.
On the fourth day he grumbled something and put an arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest. “Don’t leave,” he said. It was raining heavily and the air smelled like metal, rust and sulphur.
“Toombs,” He blinked awake and looked up at me blearily, getting his bearings. “I’m hungry, and I need a bath. Or a shower, something.”
He nodded and rolled out of bed, shuffling over the floor towards the silver box.
“Not that. No more,” I said. My head was already pounding, my stomach lurching from a 12 hour withdrawal. I knew I was hooked and I didn’t want to be. High means vulnerable. “I don’t want anymore. You shouldn’t have it either.”
“I shouldn’t?”
“No. Don’t waste it.”
“Don't waste it? Sweetie, you're lucky I'm fucking SHARING it. How about this. You don’t tell me what to do with my property and I’ll get you a bath and something to eat? Or alternatively, I could tape your mouth shut and throw you in a gutter. There’s a lot of horny criminals out there who wouldn’t wait as long as I have.”
I shut up then.
I was able to walk on the leg. The arm wound was healing rapidly. It was only a shallow cut, more ugly than painful. I slid out of bed and shuffled over to him while he shot up, although I noticed that he only used half as much as usual. I sighed and began picking through the junk looking for clothes, food, anything.
“Come back here. Look at me." He stood up, and I noticed for the first time how tall he was, how he towered over me. His voice was soft and slurred. Drugged, but not as bad as usual. "This place used to be a hospital you know. A clinic or something. So when you say I stole from it, that’s not exactly true. More like, finders keepers you know?”
He pulled aside a ratty, threadbare curtain and revealed a room of chrome and glass block. Also packed with junk, but...softer junk. There were folded linens and some clothes and shoes. In the middle was a stainless steel bathtub at least three feet deep.
He lit a cigarette while I ran my hand over the tub, longing for it.
“I rigged up a heater, although you still have to get the water from out front. So, just let me take a piss and this baby’s all yours. I’ll find you something else to wear, too. And we’ll get some breakfast, or dinner or whatever. OK?”
I touched his arm and said, “Thank you.”
He looked a little shocked.
After my bath, which was just a bit over lukewarm, I slipped into the gray pants and white shirt that he’d slid beneath the curtain out of ‘respect for my nakedness’. Finally I saw a mirror. He was right the first day. I looked terrible, sallow and fragile. At least now I was clean, although my wounds were aching and reopened by the cleaning and warm water. I found an old shoelace and pulled my wet hair back into a tight braid, gave my cheeks a pinch to pink them up.
Toombs peeked his head inside the curtain. “See, I knew you’d clean up all nice like that” I smiled. He held out a bag. “Food. Not the best, but it’s warm and it’s free. Come over here. I’ll rewrap your leg.”
“I can do it,” I said, taking the bag from him. It smelled spicy and was very heavy.
“I’ll do it. OK? Don’t get all huffy.” I shouldered past him and he grabbed my hand. We were stuck in the doorway together and I could feel his stare. I could hear his breathing, smell the smoke on his breath. “Aren’t you going to thank me for all this, Lanie?” He whispered. It got very warm. I looked at the floor.
“I need…I can’t do…”
He lifted my chin and smiled at me. “Not like that rabbit. I don’t need that yet.”
“Oh,” I said. “Then, yes. Thank you.” I stood on my toes and kissed him on the cheek. He turned his head and brushed his lips over mine.
"Thank YOU, little rabbit," he said, and we settled in to eat.