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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,248
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the sickest kinda kindred
Lost Chronicles: Experiments
By ani
Please review, good or bad! This is the first fanfic I’ve done that isn’t anime-based, so I’d love to hear everyone’s views. As for this story, it could quite literally go anywhere before or after Pitch Black.
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Finally getting the last of the ass-grabbers out of the bar, she sighed in relief, eager to go home. Sure it was almost five a.m., but on a planet who’s days were 37 standard hours long with only 8 in sunlight, she’d only seen daylight maybe twice in the months she’d been there.
Probably why she wasn’t surprised to see those hellhound eyes stumble in that night.
Sure, she knew the stories, heard all the rumors… didn’t doubt any of it. Why else would Doc do it, right?
He must have had more than one run-in, wobbling in like he did. Just got to a corner booth when he fell/gave up and crashed across the table to land with his right arm sticking almost straight up along the back, his left hanging oddly to the floor, hand disappearing under the bench. No one even flinching showed how crappy the place was. She checked on him when she could, whenever she had a table near. One of those eyes watching her from across the room let her know he was aware she’d taken what she found of weapons. Three shots of the strongest alien stuff they had – one was the alcoholic equivalent of 12 straight of 180 proof vodka- had somehow disappeared in two hours. Every
time she looked the only thing that moved was that eyeshine under the table.
Lapis declared last call when they finally showed up. Only two of the five could stand on their own.
‘Great newbies.’
It wasn’t hard to tell. You could almost hear them trying to calculate how much the other patrons were worth as they searched the room for him. One of the two that could, walked over to her as she started wiping down tables. “What about him?” he nodded toward the corner.
Not stopping or turning she stated, “What about him? So called ‘friends’ left him behind as a tip. Worthless idiot botched their last three jobs, so they drugged him up good and left. Said the bounty for my troubles. It’s not much, but it’s enough for hauling his ass in.”
“Really,” came flat and dry as he started over.
For such a young one, he wasn’t a bad kisser. Curling one hand around his head, signaling to Lapis and the others as she pressed her gun between them, she broke the kiss to whisper against his lips. “Is your life worth a measly 600 credits? S’all he’s worth, already checked. And believe me, one shot fired in this shithole, a few hundred more will follow, so even if I miss, someone else’ll ghost ya.”
Took everything she had not to smile as she stepped back. He turned to find the bartender leveling a crazily modified shotgun at him, the other three servers around the rest of his crew, at least twelve weapons ranging from shivs to maulrods to energy weapons on the tables that were still upright. Nothing could stop the wink as he turned back to her. Tucking the ship locator behind her apron as she turned to the flexible hardcopy printout in her other hand, she whistled low, “Oh my gods, I didn’t think anybody’d be dumb enough to try to catch Riddick.”
He tried to level a pissed look at her, if it wasn’t for the explosion of laughter. All five mercs jumped at the sudden chuckling and table pounding as every other person there – patron and server – couldn’t stop. It only got louder as they rushed out.
*************
Now here she was, helping Lapis set the tables and chairs upright as she worked her way back over to him. She had to suppress the urge to flip him as Lapis placed his hand on her shoulder. “You sure about this?” his concern crossed into his voice as well.
‘I’d probably have a better chance than you do.’ “Yeah. Come on, he hasn’t done a thing in the hours he’s been here,” she said coolly, turning to him with a slight smile. “If I need help, you’ll know.”
Those namesake eyes narrowed as he barely nodded, releasing her and heading for the front door. She didn’t move until she heard the locks go in the door. Releasing a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, she turned back to the corner. Calmly walking over, she pulled the table clear of the benches and stood there, waiting.
A couple of minutes ticked by, neither being moving. He slowly levered himself up with his left arm, his right arm just flopping down behind him. As he sat up, she finally got a look at the injuries. The cut wasn’t very deep, from the look of it the pressure of the bench had stopped the bleeding; the dry blood was smeared across his stomach. Having a hard time bending his left leg, he ripped open the shredded pant leg, revealing a bad burn surrounding the nick in his lower thigh centimeters above his knee. He finally made a sound, “Why?”
She could only shrug, “Know the two still walking. They used to be part of Marx’s crew.”
“Marx…” the big man repeated, giving no inflection to the word.
“A merc that only goes after paydays that work either way,” she replied, leaning across the table, “If they don’t go overboard in the capture, just breathing wrong gets ya Xed.”
Those reflective eyes weren’t budging. He knew she wasn’t saying everything. A look that scared grown men, had made a few mercs crap their pants, wasn’t even fazing her. He couldn’t help the smile as she stepped closer, offering a hand. “Come on, I’ve got a small place upstairs. Let me help.”
Grabbing his right elbow, he effortlessly popped his shoulder back in as he stood with a slight chuckle, “Gutsy. I like that in a woman,” as he started limping towards the back door.
She did the only thing she could.
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She stepped into the bedroom in nothing but a bath towel, calmly brushing out her shoulder-length hair before turning to the only real piece of furniture in the room. Putting the brush down on the dresser, she picked up the small bottle there and worked the lotion into her hands before turning off the light. Walking over to the mattress on the floor, she calmly asked, “That help?”
The towel fell to the floor as she crawled into the bed. Curling on her left side, she finally got a reply. “Now the real reason.”
She trembled slightly, not sure if it was because she’d left her back wide open to a killer… or simply hearing that low rumbly voice in her bedroom. “I told you why.”
“Why you stopped the mercs.” She heard his back slide up the wall, his voice growing closer. “Why are you helping me?”
Pulling her right arm out from under the blanket, she overacted a shrug. “Recognized Doc’s handiwork.”
“The doc. So you’d been a victim of the old bastard.” That gravel practically fell on her.
Knowing all she had to do was open her eyes, she huffed at him, “The damn bastard treated me like a lab rat ‘til I was eight. Couldn’t shut his yap, always bragged I was his greatest achievement.”
If it weren’t for instincts honed from countless battles in and out of slams, the shiv would have hit the floor. “Gid.”
“Gideon, actually. Named for the cruiser some idiotic teenage slut got on not knowing she was pregnant. End of the trip and a glitch in the system, she’d dead and the cryo-pod’s supporting a newborn. Doc’s last legit job was with the company. I got placed in his care and he got stuck with me until he was locked up.” She mumbled as she turned to him.
Any other man would take a blanket barely covering a woman’s breasts as an open invitation. Riddick was too busy trying to understand her to let his body and its reactions control him.
Silence from him only made her continue. “He did six or seven major experiments before he found out I’ve got sticky fingers and a knack for escaping, as he put it. I’d stolen a major piece to some experiment from his supplier right under their noses. So I started lifting what we needed, ended up stealing for the psychos Doc worked for, anything extra when I could.”
Nothing moved, nothing could be heard, but she knew he was kneeling beside her. “Doc got locked up while I was on a job. Just kept working since. Stole so much from so many, I’ve got dozens of private bounties. Everything I took was already illegal or stolen, so…” she just let it hang. “We’re here for the same reasons.”
Her story told, she just laid there, waiting. Minutes passed, not so much as a breath could be heard as she started lulling into sleep. Calloused fingers stroking her hair pulled her back from the edge as they curled into the middle of her length, lifting the mass to his face. One good sniff before, “What color is it?”
She turned back to him, amazed to find him half leaning over her. “Now or naturally. One of the few good things Doc did to me; I can change it at will. Supposed to be a chestnut, now it’s chocolate.”
He leaned in even closer, his breath ghosting across her face making her blush, her hair shifting towards a bright cherry red. He said, “I can see it change.”
Shifting onto her back and arching against him, she slid up so her lips brushed his as she stared into those eyeshines, mimicking, “So what color were they?”
The chuckle seemed to vibrate her as his body shifted, suddenly she was locked in his arms, spooned up against him. “And how would he know?” rumbled against her as the shiv was pressed against her neck.
It took a minute or two for her to realize what… ‘That’s simple enough.’ She smiled as his hold on her loosened slightly, before snapping even tighter as he turned her bodily to him, needing to see her do it. ‘Doc gave me a few other ways of protecting myself,’ she thought, the smile fading from her face at the tightness, the dead look on his face. Calmly reaching upward, she slipped the shiv out of his hand,
placing it on the floor beside the mattress. “You’ve got nothing to worry about with me. Leave me alone and I’ll leave you alone.” She stated simply as she turned back onto her side, closing her eyes.
He blinked twice at her as she prepared for sleep. “Then why am I here?”
He got another overacted shrug. “Don’t ask me. I just offered a place to patch up. You got your own ass up here, you stuck around after I fixed up your leg,” she paused as she felt his arms sliding up her body, those calloused hands slipping underneath the blanket. “Even screwed with that locator so the mercs wouldn’t find the ship, so you’d have a way off this rock. You’re the on-” he suddenly clamped a hand over her mouth.
Twisting her so he could look into her eyes, he smirked, “You talk too much.” Just as suddenly, those lips descended on hers.
One touch of those lips seemed to fan the fires within her. The blanket was instantly across the room, what was left of his clothes following swiftly behind as the one kiss
grew stronger, more intense. As the passions grew within the room, one seemingly random thought just hung onto her, as if she couldn’t survive without knowing. Finally breaking the kiss to breathe, she panted against his ear as he started running kisses down her neck. “Are you gonna answer me? What were they?”
A great chortle escaped him, rumbling against her chest. “Later.” Was the only thing he said before he wiped all thought from her… save one much more primitive.
By ani
Please review, good or bad! This is the first fanfic I’ve done that isn’t anime-based, so I’d love to hear everyone’s views. As for this story, it could quite literally go anywhere before or after Pitch Black.
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Finally getting the last of the ass-grabbers out of the bar, she sighed in relief, eager to go home. Sure it was almost five a.m., but on a planet who’s days were 37 standard hours long with only 8 in sunlight, she’d only seen daylight maybe twice in the months she’d been there.
Probably why she wasn’t surprised to see those hellhound eyes stumble in that night.
Sure, she knew the stories, heard all the rumors… didn’t doubt any of it. Why else would Doc do it, right?
He must have had more than one run-in, wobbling in like he did. Just got to a corner booth when he fell/gave up and crashed across the table to land with his right arm sticking almost straight up along the back, his left hanging oddly to the floor, hand disappearing under the bench. No one even flinching showed how crappy the place was. She checked on him when she could, whenever she had a table near. One of those eyes watching her from across the room let her know he was aware she’d taken what she found of weapons. Three shots of the strongest alien stuff they had – one was the alcoholic equivalent of 12 straight of 180 proof vodka- had somehow disappeared in two hours. Every
time she looked the only thing that moved was that eyeshine under the table.
Lapis declared last call when they finally showed up. Only two of the five could stand on their own.
‘Great newbies.’
It wasn’t hard to tell. You could almost hear them trying to calculate how much the other patrons were worth as they searched the room for him. One of the two that could, walked over to her as she started wiping down tables. “What about him?” he nodded toward the corner.
Not stopping or turning she stated, “What about him? So called ‘friends’ left him behind as a tip. Worthless idiot botched their last three jobs, so they drugged him up good and left. Said the bounty for my troubles. It’s not much, but it’s enough for hauling his ass in.”
“Really,” came flat and dry as he started over.
For such a young one, he wasn’t a bad kisser. Curling one hand around his head, signaling to Lapis and the others as she pressed her gun between them, she broke the kiss to whisper against his lips. “Is your life worth a measly 600 credits? S’all he’s worth, already checked. And believe me, one shot fired in this shithole, a few hundred more will follow, so even if I miss, someone else’ll ghost ya.”
Took everything she had not to smile as she stepped back. He turned to find the bartender leveling a crazily modified shotgun at him, the other three servers around the rest of his crew, at least twelve weapons ranging from shivs to maulrods to energy weapons on the tables that were still upright. Nothing could stop the wink as he turned back to her. Tucking the ship locator behind her apron as she turned to the flexible hardcopy printout in her other hand, she whistled low, “Oh my gods, I didn’t think anybody’d be dumb enough to try to catch Riddick.”
He tried to level a pissed look at her, if it wasn’t for the explosion of laughter. All five mercs jumped at the sudden chuckling and table pounding as every other person there – patron and server – couldn’t stop. It only got louder as they rushed out.
*************
Now here she was, helping Lapis set the tables and chairs upright as she worked her way back over to him. She had to suppress the urge to flip him as Lapis placed his hand on her shoulder. “You sure about this?” his concern crossed into his voice as well.
‘I’d probably have a better chance than you do.’ “Yeah. Come on, he hasn’t done a thing in the hours he’s been here,” she said coolly, turning to him with a slight smile. “If I need help, you’ll know.”
Those namesake eyes narrowed as he barely nodded, releasing her and heading for the front door. She didn’t move until she heard the locks go in the door. Releasing a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, she turned back to the corner. Calmly walking over, she pulled the table clear of the benches and stood there, waiting.
A couple of minutes ticked by, neither being moving. He slowly levered himself up with his left arm, his right arm just flopping down behind him. As he sat up, she finally got a look at the injuries. The cut wasn’t very deep, from the look of it the pressure of the bench had stopped the bleeding; the dry blood was smeared across his stomach. Having a hard time bending his left leg, he ripped open the shredded pant leg, revealing a bad burn surrounding the nick in his lower thigh centimeters above his knee. He finally made a sound, “Why?”
She could only shrug, “Know the two still walking. They used to be part of Marx’s crew.”
“Marx…” the big man repeated, giving no inflection to the word.
“A merc that only goes after paydays that work either way,” she replied, leaning across the table, “If they don’t go overboard in the capture, just breathing wrong gets ya Xed.”
Those reflective eyes weren’t budging. He knew she wasn’t saying everything. A look that scared grown men, had made a few mercs crap their pants, wasn’t even fazing her. He couldn’t help the smile as she stepped closer, offering a hand. “Come on, I’ve got a small place upstairs. Let me help.”
Grabbing his right elbow, he effortlessly popped his shoulder back in as he stood with a slight chuckle, “Gutsy. I like that in a woman,” as he started limping towards the back door.
She did the only thing she could.
****************
She stepped into the bedroom in nothing but a bath towel, calmly brushing out her shoulder-length hair before turning to the only real piece of furniture in the room. Putting the brush down on the dresser, she picked up the small bottle there and worked the lotion into her hands before turning off the light. Walking over to the mattress on the floor, she calmly asked, “That help?”
The towel fell to the floor as she crawled into the bed. Curling on her left side, she finally got a reply. “Now the real reason.”
She trembled slightly, not sure if it was because she’d left her back wide open to a killer… or simply hearing that low rumbly voice in her bedroom. “I told you why.”
“Why you stopped the mercs.” She heard his back slide up the wall, his voice growing closer. “Why are you helping me?”
Pulling her right arm out from under the blanket, she overacted a shrug. “Recognized Doc’s handiwork.”
“The doc. So you’d been a victim of the old bastard.” That gravel practically fell on her.
Knowing all she had to do was open her eyes, she huffed at him, “The damn bastard treated me like a lab rat ‘til I was eight. Couldn’t shut his yap, always bragged I was his greatest achievement.”
If it weren’t for instincts honed from countless battles in and out of slams, the shiv would have hit the floor. “Gid.”
“Gideon, actually. Named for the cruiser some idiotic teenage slut got on not knowing she was pregnant. End of the trip and a glitch in the system, she’d dead and the cryo-pod’s supporting a newborn. Doc’s last legit job was with the company. I got placed in his care and he got stuck with me until he was locked up.” She mumbled as she turned to him.
Any other man would take a blanket barely covering a woman’s breasts as an open invitation. Riddick was too busy trying to understand her to let his body and its reactions control him.
Silence from him only made her continue. “He did six or seven major experiments before he found out I’ve got sticky fingers and a knack for escaping, as he put it. I’d stolen a major piece to some experiment from his supplier right under their noses. So I started lifting what we needed, ended up stealing for the psychos Doc worked for, anything extra when I could.”
Nothing moved, nothing could be heard, but she knew he was kneeling beside her. “Doc got locked up while I was on a job. Just kept working since. Stole so much from so many, I’ve got dozens of private bounties. Everything I took was already illegal or stolen, so…” she just let it hang. “We’re here for the same reasons.”
Her story told, she just laid there, waiting. Minutes passed, not so much as a breath could be heard as she started lulling into sleep. Calloused fingers stroking her hair pulled her back from the edge as they curled into the middle of her length, lifting the mass to his face. One good sniff before, “What color is it?”
She turned back to him, amazed to find him half leaning over her. “Now or naturally. One of the few good things Doc did to me; I can change it at will. Supposed to be a chestnut, now it’s chocolate.”
He leaned in even closer, his breath ghosting across her face making her blush, her hair shifting towards a bright cherry red. He said, “I can see it change.”
Shifting onto her back and arching against him, she slid up so her lips brushed his as she stared into those eyeshines, mimicking, “So what color were they?”
The chuckle seemed to vibrate her as his body shifted, suddenly she was locked in his arms, spooned up against him. “And how would he know?” rumbled against her as the shiv was pressed against her neck.
It took a minute or two for her to realize what… ‘That’s simple enough.’ She smiled as his hold on her loosened slightly, before snapping even tighter as he turned her bodily to him, needing to see her do it. ‘Doc gave me a few other ways of protecting myself,’ she thought, the smile fading from her face at the tightness, the dead look on his face. Calmly reaching upward, she slipped the shiv out of his hand,
placing it on the floor beside the mattress. “You’ve got nothing to worry about with me. Leave me alone and I’ll leave you alone.” She stated simply as she turned back onto her side, closing her eyes.
He blinked twice at her as she prepared for sleep. “Then why am I here?”
He got another overacted shrug. “Don’t ask me. I just offered a place to patch up. You got your own ass up here, you stuck around after I fixed up your leg,” she paused as she felt his arms sliding up her body, those calloused hands slipping underneath the blanket. “Even screwed with that locator so the mercs wouldn’t find the ship, so you’d have a way off this rock. You’re the on-” he suddenly clamped a hand over her mouth.
Twisting her so he could look into her eyes, he smirked, “You talk too much.” Just as suddenly, those lips descended on hers.
One touch of those lips seemed to fan the fires within her. The blanket was instantly across the room, what was left of his clothes following swiftly behind as the one kiss
grew stronger, more intense. As the passions grew within the room, one seemingly random thought just hung onto her, as if she couldn’t survive without knowing. Finally breaking the kiss to breathe, she panted against his ear as he started running kisses down her neck. “Are you gonna answer me? What were they?”
A great chortle escaped him, rumbling against her chest. “Later.” Was the only thing he said before he wiped all thought from her… save one much more primitive.