The Killing Moor
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,665
Reviews:
2
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.
The Killing Moor
Title: The Killing Moor
Author/s : L and Tab
Fandom: Pitch Black / Vin Diesel
Disclaimer: COPYRIGHT 2001: Riddick nor Jack are our creation and we can not claim copyright on them. All other characters are our creation and we hold rights to them and on the plot of this story.
Archived: http://www.angelfire.com/zine/astitchintime/DPfiction.html
Feedback: Always welcomed.
Part 1
************
In the night screams rang out, but not of a single voice, not one man. The sound quickly mingled with the sound of hooves pounding across the ground in the distance, running in the chilled air. Time leapt forward with a sudden jerk and the moor filled with the clash of steel, the stench of fresh warm blood, dying moans. The ground shone crimson in the light of the full moon over head. And there was a pause, time froze, animation stopped short. There was no sound, no smell, only the image of what had been.
"Riddick?"
"Riddick? Are you here? They've told me it's you. Only you can keep me from him. My life depends on you. That's what they said." The voice feminine, whispering, became more frantic, more pleading with each word.
"Jack!" Riddick shouted, bolting upright from the worn mattress that passed for a bed. Rubbing the remains of the dream from his sleep laden eyes, he wished it was that easy to erase from his mind. The same dream for the last three months was driving him slowly to murderous urges. Swinging he legs over the edge of the bed, he took a moment to pull his emotions inward keeping them from Jack.
Down the hall he pushed the door slowly open to Jack's small alcove of the shared apartment. The room was empty but he called her name anyway. He strode into the room and, in a glance, noted everything that was out of place. The teak box she kept little mementos in, her favorite perfume, and clothes ... all gone. Another of her I need space runs, getting only as far as the nearest space port.
"Goddamn it, Jack!" ,he growled, the empty room echoing the sound.
Going back to his own room, he pulled on the dark clothes he preferred, clothes that had him blending in with the rest of the populous.
***********
Easing in and out of the throng of people, Jack held the small bag close to her side. Eyes darting everywhere, she ran a hand through shoulder length tresses as she thought how strange it was that a person's entire life could fit into a small bag. Well, she amended, not her entire life. Riddick wasn't inside the leather confines. Moving to lean against a storefront wall, she stopped to catch her breath. Her hand went to her throat, fingers scratching nervously as she caught a few wayward male glances. It was still strange to her, being seen as female.
Pushing from the wall, she continued her pace, throwing a look over her shoulder every few steps. Something felt odd ... not quite right. Probably Riddick. He's found her gone by now and is out combing the streets for her. She smiled slightly. He wouldn't find her this time. She was learning how to read him more and more everyday ... how to sneak into his mind and learn the way it processed information. Slipping into a small cafe, she buried herself into a crowd of people and seated herself to rest. He'd never find her here, so far across the city and in a crowded restaurant. And even if he did scan this far for her ... he'd never notice her looking so distinctly feminine. "Strong tea," she ordered from the harried waitress as she nestled her bag on the floor between her feet. No, she decided with a smile. Riddick would never find her this time.
*************
Six weeks. Riddick had been searching exactly six weekr Jar Jack. Longer than any of the other times she had taken off and every night that she was gone the nightmares were getting worse, more vivid, more morose. He poured over port logs for hours at a time, checking them and rechecking them. He knew Jack handn't left the planet. None of her aliases matched the logs and that gave him hope.
"Where the hell are you, Jack?" He sighed, walking along the bustling street just about to turn into a local dive when he noticed a travel poster and something sparked in his memory. Scotland. Jack had always loved Scotland. She'd always had books, maps, anything to do with the country laying around. He quickly retraced his steps to the public terminals and checked the inter-planetary transports this time. Her name jumped off the screen at him. Four weeks. Jack been in Scotland for four weeks.
*************
In the bustle of the tavern, Jack struggled to keep the drinks flowing to her regulars. After almost four weeks of working as a barmaid, she was finally getting the hang of it. She had acquired the position at The Rose and Sword tavern after being in Edinburg for only a few days and now she was almost considered a local. It had been fate, she had decided. For two full weeks she moved constantly, keeping one step ahead of Riddick. She had known that if she could just procure her passage to Scotland, she would be home free. He would never have believed that she would have actually traveled to Scotland alone ... all alone. She had told him each time she ran that she needed space. The truth was, he needed space and it pissed her off that he couldn't see it. His mood was becoming more and more angry and harsh everyday, and she wasn't so much of a child that she didn't know why. He needed a woman ... he needed to get laid. But he spent his whole life in pursuit of one thing ... watching Jack. Making certain she was safe. Being her bodyguard and foregoing his own life. She cared too much for him to let him sacrifice his life like that. So, here she was ... beginning her new life and resting easy in the knowledge that, sooner or later, Riddick would meet someone and create a life with her. She grinned inwardly. Hell, maybe the sonofabitch would even fall in love. Stranger things had happened! She smiled as she thought how comfortable she felt here. Almost like she had come home. Customers swarmed to her, transfixed on what they called her "grand way of speaking," and she warmed at all the wonderful Scottish brogues she heard all around her. Focusing back on her work, she leaned against the dark wooden bar. "Angus, I need four more drafts and a shot of your best whiskey, handsome." She winked at the aging bartender.
"Ah, away with ya' now," he grumbled with a twinkle in his eyes as he filled her order. "You're headin' for trouble if ya keep that up, and dunno be forgettin' it, bairn!"
She giggled, surprised at the sound. How long had it been since she had actually laughed. "Well, now, Angus ... it just might be worth the trouble." Another wink and she returned to her customers. This was her niche ... she had found her calling.
Author/s : L and Tab
Fandom: Pitch Black / Vin Diesel
Disclaimer: COPYRIGHT 2001: Riddick nor Jack are our creation and we can not claim copyright on them. All other characters are our creation and we hold rights to them and on the plot of this story.
Archived: http://www.angelfire.com/zine/astitchintime/DPfiction.html
Feedback: Always welcomed.
Part 1
************
In the night screams rang out, but not of a single voice, not one man. The sound quickly mingled with the sound of hooves pounding across the ground in the distance, running in the chilled air. Time leapt forward with a sudden jerk and the moor filled with the clash of steel, the stench of fresh warm blood, dying moans. The ground shone crimson in the light of the full moon over head. And there was a pause, time froze, animation stopped short. There was no sound, no smell, only the image of what had been.
"Riddick?"
"Riddick? Are you here? They've told me it's you. Only you can keep me from him. My life depends on you. That's what they said." The voice feminine, whispering, became more frantic, more pleading with each word.
"Jack!" Riddick shouted, bolting upright from the worn mattress that passed for a bed. Rubbing the remains of the dream from his sleep laden eyes, he wished it was that easy to erase from his mind. The same dream for the last three months was driving him slowly to murderous urges. Swinging he legs over the edge of the bed, he took a moment to pull his emotions inward keeping them from Jack.
Down the hall he pushed the door slowly open to Jack's small alcove of the shared apartment. The room was empty but he called her name anyway. He strode into the room and, in a glance, noted everything that was out of place. The teak box she kept little mementos in, her favorite perfume, and clothes ... all gone. Another of her I need space runs, getting only as far as the nearest space port.
"Goddamn it, Jack!" ,he growled, the empty room echoing the sound.
Going back to his own room, he pulled on the dark clothes he preferred, clothes that had him blending in with the rest of the populous.
***********
Easing in and out of the throng of people, Jack held the small bag close to her side. Eyes darting everywhere, she ran a hand through shoulder length tresses as she thought how strange it was that a person's entire life could fit into a small bag. Well, she amended, not her entire life. Riddick wasn't inside the leather confines. Moving to lean against a storefront wall, she stopped to catch her breath. Her hand went to her throat, fingers scratching nervously as she caught a few wayward male glances. It was still strange to her, being seen as female.
Pushing from the wall, she continued her pace, throwing a look over her shoulder every few steps. Something felt odd ... not quite right. Probably Riddick. He's found her gone by now and is out combing the streets for her. She smiled slightly. He wouldn't find her this time. She was learning how to read him more and more everyday ... how to sneak into his mind and learn the way it processed information. Slipping into a small cafe, she buried herself into a crowd of people and seated herself to rest. He'd never find her here, so far across the city and in a crowded restaurant. And even if he did scan this far for her ... he'd never notice her looking so distinctly feminine. "Strong tea," she ordered from the harried waitress as she nestled her bag on the floor between her feet. No, she decided with a smile. Riddick would never find her this time.
*************
Six weeks. Riddick had been searching exactly six weekr Jar Jack. Longer than any of the other times she had taken off and every night that she was gone the nightmares were getting worse, more vivid, more morose. He poured over port logs for hours at a time, checking them and rechecking them. He knew Jack handn't left the planet. None of her aliases matched the logs and that gave him hope.
"Where the hell are you, Jack?" He sighed, walking along the bustling street just about to turn into a local dive when he noticed a travel poster and something sparked in his memory. Scotland. Jack had always loved Scotland. She'd always had books, maps, anything to do with the country laying around. He quickly retraced his steps to the public terminals and checked the inter-planetary transports this time. Her name jumped off the screen at him. Four weeks. Jack been in Scotland for four weeks.
*************
In the bustle of the tavern, Jack struggled to keep the drinks flowing to her regulars. After almost four weeks of working as a barmaid, she was finally getting the hang of it. She had acquired the position at The Rose and Sword tavern after being in Edinburg for only a few days and now she was almost considered a local. It had been fate, she had decided. For two full weeks she moved constantly, keeping one step ahead of Riddick. She had known that if she could just procure her passage to Scotland, she would be home free. He would never have believed that she would have actually traveled to Scotland alone ... all alone. She had told him each time she ran that she needed space. The truth was, he needed space and it pissed her off that he couldn't see it. His mood was becoming more and more angry and harsh everyday, and she wasn't so much of a child that she didn't know why. He needed a woman ... he needed to get laid. But he spent his whole life in pursuit of one thing ... watching Jack. Making certain she was safe. Being her bodyguard and foregoing his own life. She cared too much for him to let him sacrifice his life like that. So, here she was ... beginning her new life and resting easy in the knowledge that, sooner or later, Riddick would meet someone and create a life with her. She grinned inwardly. Hell, maybe the sonofabitch would even fall in love. Stranger things had happened! She smiled as she thought how comfortable she felt here. Almost like she had come home. Customers swarmed to her, transfixed on what they called her "grand way of speaking," and she warmed at all the wonderful Scottish brogues she heard all around her. Focusing back on her work, she leaned against the dark wooden bar. "Angus, I need four more drafts and a shot of your best whiskey, handsome." She winked at the aging bartender.
"Ah, away with ya' now," he grumbled with a twinkle in his eyes as he filled her order. "You're headin' for trouble if ya keep that up, and dunno be forgettin' it, bairn!"
She giggled, surprised at the sound. How long had it been since she had actually laughed. "Well, now, Angus ... it just might be worth the trouble." Another wink and she returned to her customers. This was her niche ... she had found her calling.