Merc's Revenge
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M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,075
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Called In
*** We've skipped ahead in time, but if you haven't read the past chapters, this is a good place to jump in. I won't be able to update for another couple of weeks, sorry.****
I waited in one of the dorm rooms with the rest of the new servants, probably a half dozen of us total. We were issued robes, steel gray, and our hair was pulled back and braided with ribbons. Our faces were scrubbed, no makeup, and then we were released into a common room with what I can only assume was a two way mirror and at least twenty other girls who looked and dressed just like us. The mirror was smoky, the entire length of one of the walls. The room itself was filled with pillows, comfortable chairs, some snacks and drinks. We were told to relax, and we'd be called if we were needed. I walked right up to the two way mirror and stared at myself. I wondered what Toombs was doing…or perhaps who.
Was this a ploy to get rid of me? I never knew what he thought of me, Toombs. At first I thought we were in love, or lust, or at the very least having a good time, but it turns out he wanted to pimp me out to criminals on New Mecca to make some extra dough. Yes, I did it. After all, he'd saved my life, took me in, protected me. And after a few weeks he took me away, bought me a new house away from the city, and we spent the days fucking and shooting up, just like the old days.
Then he found out about Riddick, the man he's been hunting for years, the man who gave him nightmares, the man who left him for dead on Crematoria, and how he was leading some sort of new society on the planet Lethe.
Turns out Riddick was the king of the Necromongers. The same people, things, that tried to blow my ass out of existence on New Mecca. But now, he's transformed this group of folks into a relatively peaceful society. They don't do battle like they used to, they don't try to 'convert' the universe like they used to. There are mumblings that Riddick has no idea what he's doing and he's so consumed with the resurrection of his lost love that nothing is being accomplished.
But the palace is nice.
I rest for a bit, have a drink, and look at the clones around me. Obviously you had to fit a certain look to be employed as a servant in Riddick's quarters.
I presented myself soon after Toombs and I settled in on Lethe. He said Riddick would recognize him in a second, but I could do the legwork and call him in for the kill.
“You won't leave without me, will you Toombs?”
We were standing in a newly developed village outside the palace, behind the house that we were holing up in. The sun was good for Jason, his cheeks were pink, ruddy. He looked healthy. I wanted to stay with him, forget about this stupid Riddick shit. He kissed me on the forehead, then the mouth, and pinched my nipple once just to show that he wasn't a complete gentleman.
“Nah, Lanie. I wouldn't do a thing without ya. How could I?”
They took me in immediately, not even telling me what the job was, just requiring me to pledge an oath to serve Riddick in any capacity. I'm no idiot. I knew what it meant.
Almost half an hour passed before a man came in and whispered something to our chaperone. She nodded and pointed at me.
“Lanie, you've been chosen. Remember, don't say anything when you meet him, bow your head and wait for instruction. He does NOT know your name, nor should he.”
Seems my days of whoring weren't over yet.
I waited in one of the dorm rooms with the rest of the new servants, probably a half dozen of us total. We were issued robes, steel gray, and our hair was pulled back and braided with ribbons. Our faces were scrubbed, no makeup, and then we were released into a common room with what I can only assume was a two way mirror and at least twenty other girls who looked and dressed just like us. The mirror was smoky, the entire length of one of the walls. The room itself was filled with pillows, comfortable chairs, some snacks and drinks. We were told to relax, and we'd be called if we were needed. I walked right up to the two way mirror and stared at myself. I wondered what Toombs was doing…or perhaps who.
Was this a ploy to get rid of me? I never knew what he thought of me, Toombs. At first I thought we were in love, or lust, or at the very least having a good time, but it turns out he wanted to pimp me out to criminals on New Mecca to make some extra dough. Yes, I did it. After all, he'd saved my life, took me in, protected me. And after a few weeks he took me away, bought me a new house away from the city, and we spent the days fucking and shooting up, just like the old days.
Then he found out about Riddick, the man he's been hunting for years, the man who gave him nightmares, the man who left him for dead on Crematoria, and how he was leading some sort of new society on the planet Lethe.
Turns out Riddick was the king of the Necromongers. The same people, things, that tried to blow my ass out of existence on New Mecca. But now, he's transformed this group of folks into a relatively peaceful society. They don't do battle like they used to, they don't try to 'convert' the universe like they used to. There are mumblings that Riddick has no idea what he's doing and he's so consumed with the resurrection of his lost love that nothing is being accomplished.
But the palace is nice.
I rest for a bit, have a drink, and look at the clones around me. Obviously you had to fit a certain look to be employed as a servant in Riddick's quarters.
I presented myself soon after Toombs and I settled in on Lethe. He said Riddick would recognize him in a second, but I could do the legwork and call him in for the kill.
“You won't leave without me, will you Toombs?”
We were standing in a newly developed village outside the palace, behind the house that we were holing up in. The sun was good for Jason, his cheeks were pink, ruddy. He looked healthy. I wanted to stay with him, forget about this stupid Riddick shit. He kissed me on the forehead, then the mouth, and pinched my nipple once just to show that he wasn't a complete gentleman.
“Nah, Lanie. I wouldn't do a thing without ya. How could I?”
They took me in immediately, not even telling me what the job was, just requiring me to pledge an oath to serve Riddick in any capacity. I'm no idiot. I knew what it meant.
Almost half an hour passed before a man came in and whispered something to our chaperone. She nodded and pointed at me.
“Lanie, you've been chosen. Remember, don't say anything when you meet him, bow your head and wait for instruction. He does NOT know your name, nor should he.”
Seems my days of whoring weren't over yet.