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M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
6,171
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.
Consequences
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Chapter 8 Consequences
Karyn would have thought he was invincible but to her surprise Richard B. Riddick fell unconscious to the floor.
She didn't move. Frozen in the same position she still held the metal table. Oh, what have I done, she thought, what have I done!
If she didn’t kill him now he would for sure kill her when he woke up. She knew however she could not possibly end his life, or anyone else’s for that matter, even if this meant she'd die when he woke.
She didn’t know what to do. She jumped out of the bed and started to search through the room and in the lockers in the corridor outside, to see if she could find something, anything, to tie him with, but she found nothing.
Then she remembered that he according to the rumors was THE escape artist from several high security prisons.
What was I thinking, she mused. And besides, she realized, I haven't got a clue on how to maneuver a ship or even signal for help….
She looked at the unconscious killer and sank to her knees, sobbing. She felt so helpless. Her whole situation had been so out of hands for the last couple of days.
She sat down on the floor right next to him and, without really knowing why she took his head in her lap and started to gently stroke his shaved head with her hand, feeling the stubble under her palm.
“I'm sorry” she whispered. “I'm so sorry. Please wake up and please don't be mad at me when you do”.
A few minutes later he moved a little and began to wake. Suddenly he looked at her.
“I'm sorry” she said, choking on her own words.
He moved with the speed of lightning and with an inhuman roar he threw her to the floor, him on top, with his knees on either side of her body and with his hands on her throat.
She quickly began to loose her breath and clutched at his hands but the world was disappearing more and more and she just gave up.
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She didn't fight anymore but just lay there which puzzled him.
He had acted on instinct, animal instinct, just aiming for survival. Kill the attacker, never hesitate! That's how he survived out there, not to mention in prison… This one was not fighting for her survival.
He came to a little, just before it would have been for ever too late, and remembered who it was laying under him. She posed no real threat to him, he was sure of that.
Besides, for some strange reason he didn't want her dead.
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Just before the world went black he let go and sat back a little.
Immediately she was brutally pulled back to the real world. She gasped for air and coughed and coughed, her throat hurting intensely. She lay on her side and didn't dare to look at him. She knew he was furious. She could feel it in the thick atmosphere in the room and in the tensions radiating from his body.
Suddenly she felt the cold, razor sharp metal blade of his shiv on her throat. Her eyes darted up to meet his merciless mercury stare. Riddick held the shiv so tight it actually broke through her skin.
Karyn grimaced and tears flooded her eyes.
He shook his head, like he couldn't believe his eyes.
“What the fuck!” he said, sounding not quite as angry as before though. “Have you lost your mind?”
She looked at him. “I...I, please… I don't know what I'm doing. Please take that thing off me!”
Riddick looked at her with a complete expressionless look on his face. She lifted her eyes to the bump on the left side of his head and, without thinking, raised her hand to his head and let the tips of her fingers slowly stroke the bruised area.
“Does it hurt?” she asked.
He sighed and got up on his feet. She touched her throat, where the shiv was now gone, and got blood on her fingers.
Riddick looked at the blood and said with his gravelly voice: “I'd say we're even.”
She crawled up from the floor, still holding a hand over the wound on her throat, her eyes never leaving his as if expecting anything to happen at any moment.
Riddick raised a hand towards her and let it sink again as he saw a hint of fear flicker in her eyes.
“You don't have to fear me, Karyn” he said, slowly shaking his head.
“Sure I've killed a few people that got in my way”, he shrugged, “but I kinda like the idea of having you around. It´d be a long, lonely flight otherwise and you showing up was an unexpected bonus.”
“For you, yeah!” she spat. “But what are you doing to me?” She held out her hands, palms up, towards him; the gesture being very dramatic with the fresh blood glistering on her right palm.
“Will I be some toy for you to play with when you wish? I have not only myself to think of here.” She spoke a little softer now; knowing she didn't really have the upper hand.
“Karyn” he interrupted, somewhat irritated, “you should settle for that you will live! I'm not your friendly boy next door and what we have here might not be what you'd have chosen but it's what you get.”
He paused and took a step closer, towering over her, radiating power and control.
“So get the fuck out of those clothes now!” He crossed his huge arms over his chest and looked expectantly at her, his stone face lacking all compassion.
She flinched as he again changed his mood, from being almost reasonable to being the infamous killer.
Karyn nodded, barely visible, and as her eyes filled with tears she unbuttoned the last button with trembling fingers. Lowering her pants she now stood completely naked in front of him, shivering, submissive and looking utterly unhappy.
Riddick looked at her naked form and without saying another word he grabbed his tank top, pulled it over his head and left the room.
Karyn sank down on the bed and closed her eyes. God! She was in deep water here. She considered her alternatives and found none. She couldn't get rid of him, for several reasons… She couldn't get away herself. She could try to convince him to treat her like an equal, with some respect but she'd had little success with that approach so far.
Maybe she should just be honest with him, tell him her story. Tell him why she feared him sexually even though it was so obvious she responded to him…
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Thankyou all for your encourage! I´ll keep posting./Nic.
Feedback: Feed my muse and she ´ll be creative...
Chapter 8 Consequences
Karyn would have thought he was invincible but to her surprise Richard B. Riddick fell unconscious to the floor.
She didn't move. Frozen in the same position she still held the metal table. Oh, what have I done, she thought, what have I done!
If she didn’t kill him now he would for sure kill her when he woke up. She knew however she could not possibly end his life, or anyone else’s for that matter, even if this meant she'd die when he woke.
She didn’t know what to do. She jumped out of the bed and started to search through the room and in the lockers in the corridor outside, to see if she could find something, anything, to tie him with, but she found nothing.
Then she remembered that he according to the rumors was THE escape artist from several high security prisons.
What was I thinking, she mused. And besides, she realized, I haven't got a clue on how to maneuver a ship or even signal for help….
She looked at the unconscious killer and sank to her knees, sobbing. She felt so helpless. Her whole situation had been so out of hands for the last couple of days.
She sat down on the floor right next to him and, without really knowing why she took his head in her lap and started to gently stroke his shaved head with her hand, feeling the stubble under her palm.
“I'm sorry” she whispered. “I'm so sorry. Please wake up and please don't be mad at me when you do”.
A few minutes later he moved a little and began to wake. Suddenly he looked at her.
“I'm sorry” she said, choking on her own words.
He moved with the speed of lightning and with an inhuman roar he threw her to the floor, him on top, with his knees on either side of her body and with his hands on her throat.
She quickly began to loose her breath and clutched at his hands but the world was disappearing more and more and she just gave up.
****************************************************
She didn't fight anymore but just lay there which puzzled him.
He had acted on instinct, animal instinct, just aiming for survival. Kill the attacker, never hesitate! That's how he survived out there, not to mention in prison… This one was not fighting for her survival.
He came to a little, just before it would have been for ever too late, and remembered who it was laying under him. She posed no real threat to him, he was sure of that.
Besides, for some strange reason he didn't want her dead.
******************************************************
Just before the world went black he let go and sat back a little.
Immediately she was brutally pulled back to the real world. She gasped for air and coughed and coughed, her throat hurting intensely. She lay on her side and didn't dare to look at him. She knew he was furious. She could feel it in the thick atmosphere in the room and in the tensions radiating from his body.
Suddenly she felt the cold, razor sharp metal blade of his shiv on her throat. Her eyes darted up to meet his merciless mercury stare. Riddick held the shiv so tight it actually broke through her skin.
Karyn grimaced and tears flooded her eyes.
He shook his head, like he couldn't believe his eyes.
“What the fuck!” he said, sounding not quite as angry as before though. “Have you lost your mind?”
She looked at him. “I...I, please… I don't know what I'm doing. Please take that thing off me!”
Riddick looked at her with a complete expressionless look on his face. She lifted her eyes to the bump on the left side of his head and, without thinking, raised her hand to his head and let the tips of her fingers slowly stroke the bruised area.
“Does it hurt?” she asked.
He sighed and got up on his feet. She touched her throat, where the shiv was now gone, and got blood on her fingers.
Riddick looked at the blood and said with his gravelly voice: “I'd say we're even.”
She crawled up from the floor, still holding a hand over the wound on her throat, her eyes never leaving his as if expecting anything to happen at any moment.
Riddick raised a hand towards her and let it sink again as he saw a hint of fear flicker in her eyes.
“You don't have to fear me, Karyn” he said, slowly shaking his head.
“Sure I've killed a few people that got in my way”, he shrugged, “but I kinda like the idea of having you around. It´d be a long, lonely flight otherwise and you showing up was an unexpected bonus.”
“For you, yeah!” she spat. “But what are you doing to me?” She held out her hands, palms up, towards him; the gesture being very dramatic with the fresh blood glistering on her right palm.
“Will I be some toy for you to play with when you wish? I have not only myself to think of here.” She spoke a little softer now; knowing she didn't really have the upper hand.
“Karyn” he interrupted, somewhat irritated, “you should settle for that you will live! I'm not your friendly boy next door and what we have here might not be what you'd have chosen but it's what you get.”
He paused and took a step closer, towering over her, radiating power and control.
“So get the fuck out of those clothes now!” He crossed his huge arms over his chest and looked expectantly at her, his stone face lacking all compassion.
She flinched as he again changed his mood, from being almost reasonable to being the infamous killer.
Karyn nodded, barely visible, and as her eyes filled with tears she unbuttoned the last button with trembling fingers. Lowering her pants she now stood completely naked in front of him, shivering, submissive and looking utterly unhappy.
Riddick looked at her naked form and without saying another word he grabbed his tank top, pulled it over his head and left the room.
Karyn sank down on the bed and closed her eyes. God! She was in deep water here. She considered her alternatives and found none. She couldn't get rid of him, for several reasons… She couldn't get away herself. She could try to convince him to treat her like an equal, with some respect but she'd had little success with that approach so far.
Maybe she should just be honest with him, tell him her story. Tell him why she feared him sexually even though it was so obvious she responded to him…
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Thankyou all for your encourage! I´ll keep posting./Nic.