Pain and Possession
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
7,172
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
1
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.
Pain and Possession
Caron almost wept with relief. When she was dead he would leave and never look back and it will all be good again.
Riddick took one look at the woman who lay sprawled and broken in the bed and he smiled with satisfaction, ignoring the grief that Richard was going through.
She was supposed to be dead already but Richard wanted her body one last time, so he gave it to him. It wasn’t exactly the way Richard had wanted but then again Richard no longer had any control of what was going on anymore. He did at first but then he fucked up, now it was Riddick who was in charge. Richard got to watch from the sidelines.
Against Richard’s protest he grabbed her by the fistful of copper hair he had loved so dearly and dragged her out of the bed. He was going to enjoy killing her. She had pissed him off earlier by not screaming for him like the others did but he realized that it was just a ploy to get him to kill her in a fit of rage.
As he dragged her into the living room his foot kicked something and he peered down in the dark room at it, it was a toy car. He frowned at it; it was so out of place there.
“Fuc kil kill me get get it over with you piece of shit!” She suddenly yelled at him and struck him in the face.
The beast growled and he back handed her with a balled fist. She went tumbling and he was left with a fistful of copper hair. The sight of the blood on her busted lip excited and repulsed him at the same time. Walking over to her he gave her a vicious kick in her ribs and then suddenly he heard what he wanted.
Caught of guard by the kick, Caron screamed loudly at the pain that streaked through her. She bit her lip to stop anymore sounds from escaping her throat, oblivious to the fact that she was drawing blood from her lip. It was agony to take a breath and she was sure that if it wasn’t fractured then a rib was broken. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ride out the wave of agony that was knife sharp.
Wrapping an arm around her middle, she curled into a ball and whimpered her tormented, praying that her scream went unheard. Caron watched through glazed eyes as a smiling Riddick crouched low over her.
Brushing her hair off her face with gentle hands he said in a soft voice, “You made me do this…” his hand left her face and pressed down on her rib which she tried to cover with an arm. White hot pain streaked through her and another scream was torn from her.
“Just hurry up and kill me you fucking bastard…” she panted at him when the agony that had stolen her voice allowed her talk again. Her world consi of of the nauseating pain she was in and she could barely focus on anything. He was smiling down at her, obviously enjoyinr tor torment. Caron knew that it was about to get even worse than it already had, so she steeled herself for whatever else he was about to do.
“Mommy?” a frightened voice came from the room.
They both stiffened; Riddick in shock and Caron in terror. The one thing she’d been trying to avoid was now happening. She had hoped that if he’d kill her quickly he’d never know about the child who was sleeping in the next room.
It the situation wasn’ fri frightening, Caron would’ve laughed at the look of astonishment on Riddick’s face. With a desperation born of a mother’s love she sat up and swung her fist directly at his face.
He caught her arm in mid swing and squeezed her wrist brutally, making her cry out.
The sound of little footsteps could be heard and Caron started to cry. She didn’t mind dying; she just didn’t want anything to happen to her child.
“Please…” she begged in a whisper, hoping to appeal to some part of his human side.
He looked down at her and grinned suddenly, “Take comfort in the fact that you won’t be around to see your brat die…”
A horrible scream of denial and rage came from her throat and all her injuries forgotten she launched herself at him. Riddick laughed out loud at her assault and shoved her away easily. Caron went down in a heap again but she didn’t stop, she couldn’t stop.
She looked around for a weapon of some sort as Riddick stood and watched her with a smile. When she could find nothing that would do any damage, she threw herself at him again, ignoring the futility of the action.
This time wshe she rushed him he didn’t push her; instead he grabbed her by the back of her head and stepped out of the way, slamming her head first into the wall behind him.
The last thing she saw was bright lights and then there was complete darkness. She went out like a light and fell in a crumpled .
.
“Mommy!”
Riddick looked down at the child who had appeared in time to witness his mother’s demise and was rocked to his very soul. The face that stared back at him was a miniature version of him; even to the skin color was the same.
He was looking at his son.
Riddick took one look at the woman who lay sprawled and broken in the bed and he smiled with satisfaction, ignoring the grief that Richard was going through.
She was supposed to be dead already but Richard wanted her body one last time, so he gave it to him. It wasn’t exactly the way Richard had wanted but then again Richard no longer had any control of what was going on anymore. He did at first but then he fucked up, now it was Riddick who was in charge. Richard got to watch from the sidelines.
Against Richard’s protest he grabbed her by the fistful of copper hair he had loved so dearly and dragged her out of the bed. He was going to enjoy killing her. She had pissed him off earlier by not screaming for him like the others did but he realized that it was just a ploy to get him to kill her in a fit of rage.
As he dragged her into the living room his foot kicked something and he peered down in the dark room at it, it was a toy car. He frowned at it; it was so out of place there.
“Fuc kil kill me get get it over with you piece of shit!” She suddenly yelled at him and struck him in the face.
The beast growled and he back handed her with a balled fist. She went tumbling and he was left with a fistful of copper hair. The sight of the blood on her busted lip excited and repulsed him at the same time. Walking over to her he gave her a vicious kick in her ribs and then suddenly he heard what he wanted.
Caught of guard by the kick, Caron screamed loudly at the pain that streaked through her. She bit her lip to stop anymore sounds from escaping her throat, oblivious to the fact that she was drawing blood from her lip. It was agony to take a breath and she was sure that if it wasn’t fractured then a rib was broken. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ride out the wave of agony that was knife sharp.
Wrapping an arm around her middle, she curled into a ball and whimpered her tormented, praying that her scream went unheard. Caron watched through glazed eyes as a smiling Riddick crouched low over her.
Brushing her hair off her face with gentle hands he said in a soft voice, “You made me do this…” his hand left her face and pressed down on her rib which she tried to cover with an arm. White hot pain streaked through her and another scream was torn from her.
“Just hurry up and kill me you fucking bastard…” she panted at him when the agony that had stolen her voice allowed her talk again. Her world consi of of the nauseating pain she was in and she could barely focus on anything. He was smiling down at her, obviously enjoyinr tor torment. Caron knew that it was about to get even worse than it already had, so she steeled herself for whatever else he was about to do.
“Mommy?” a frightened voice came from the room.
They both stiffened; Riddick in shock and Caron in terror. The one thing she’d been trying to avoid was now happening. She had hoped that if he’d kill her quickly he’d never know about the child who was sleeping in the next room.
It the situation wasn’ fri frightening, Caron would’ve laughed at the look of astonishment on Riddick’s face. With a desperation born of a mother’s love she sat up and swung her fist directly at his face.
He caught her arm in mid swing and squeezed her wrist brutally, making her cry out.
The sound of little footsteps could be heard and Caron started to cry. She didn’t mind dying; she just didn’t want anything to happen to her child.
“Please…” she begged in a whisper, hoping to appeal to some part of his human side.
He looked down at her and grinned suddenly, “Take comfort in the fact that you won’t be around to see your brat die…”
A horrible scream of denial and rage came from her throat and all her injuries forgotten she launched herself at him. Riddick laughed out loud at her assault and shoved her away easily. Caron went down in a heap again but she didn’t stop, she couldn’t stop.
She looked around for a weapon of some sort as Riddick stood and watched her with a smile. When she could find nothing that would do any damage, she threw herself at him again, ignoring the futility of the action.
This time wshe she rushed him he didn’t push her; instead he grabbed her by the back of her head and stepped out of the way, slamming her head first into the wall behind him.
The last thing she saw was bright lights and then there was complete darkness. She went out like a light and fell in a crumpled .
.
“Mommy!”
Riddick looked down at the child who had appeared in time to witness his mother’s demise and was rocked to his very soul. The face that stared back at him was a miniature version of him; even to the skin color was the same.
He was looking at his son.