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Autumn Fires	By : reinla Category: M through R > Pitch Black Views: 3255 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Black or any of the other Riddick Movies. Nor do I own Vin Diesel, as much as I want too.I make no money or profit from this story. Autumn Fallon, however, is mine.

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It wasn’t that I expected Riddick to actually follow my advice... it was that I knew that Johns would overreact to the sound of gunshots. So far the merc hadn’t really shown that he was the type to stop and ask questions before just acting. He had everyone so convinced that Riddick was the threat that they should be scared of. Normally, that would work but here, but on this planet that wasn’t the case. Whatever I could sense underneath us was the real threat here. Maybe that was why I had chosen to run and see if I could head Johns off before anything happened to Riddick.
When I saw the convict tugging on the cable that held Zeke my heart stopped. I didn’t know any of these people, not really, but losing even one of them would be detrimental to the morale of the people here. They were all relying on each other to survive and the more people that died the worse the situation was going to be. Shaking my head, I let my legs carry me over to the convict and smiled at him. Really he had done a good thing and, in truth, he could have just left Zeke to die.
It wasn’t enough though, at least not when Johns showed up. There was Zeke covered in blood, a huge chunk of his arm taken out and the convict hovering over the body. I could sense what the others thought, that Riddick had somehow done this. None of them knew just how he made his kills, or the fact that Zeke was the least likely to be one of his victims. Not only that but I was there as well, working with swift hands to try to help stem the flow of blood. Maybe I could convince them to leave us alone.
Shazza was starting to wake, but I wasn’t fast enough to get to her and make sure she was alright. Zeke’s arm was bandaged as well as could be with strips from my shirt, tied tightly as a tourniquet in hopes that the blood flow would at least stop over time. My focus had been to try to save the prospector, but when I saw Johns beating on Riddick I had to stop it. The animal inside of me rose up, ready to defend the alpha that had claimed it. With swift feet I moved, darting to the merc in a fraction of a second. I’m sure that my speed alone scared most of them but I couldn’t care.
I could see the convict curled on the ground, in a fetal position as he tried to defend against Johns’s attacks. This was too much. It was hard enough to watch the other convicts attack each other in the slam. This. This was something else and I just reacted. I shouldn’t have, knowing that I was signing my own possible death warrant but I couldn’t just watch them attack him. Shazza was trying to convince Johns to lay off and Jack was trying as well. It really didn’t go well for either of them. Johns, in an effort to show he was in control, simply shoved Shazza way and backhanded Jack to the ground.
I couldn’t stand it. Watching kids get hurt, especially ones that didn’t deserve it. It always set me off. In my right hand I had my shiv out, ready to attack the merc. I launched myself at him but missed. I hadn’t predicted that he would shift at the last second. The sharp edge of the blade slicing into his arm, making him hiss in pain and rear back. It was enough to get the attack off of Riddick but not enough that I knew it would be completely over. Looking at the merc, breathing heavily through the rage that was boiling in me. I could hear the blood drop from the blade as I waited.
Johns sent me a glare, one that I chose to ignore as I tried to move closer to Riddick. That was, probably, the stupidest move I could make. I didn’t see the butt of the gun coming down on the back of my head, nor did I have a lot of time to do anything before the blackness overtook me. The last thing I did remember was the sound of the growl and the violence behind that one action. As the darkness came, I welcomed it; after all, it was familiar to me.
I didn’t know how long I was out, but it was enough that when my eyes did open I noticed I was in the ship again. My arms chained me to the wall, keeping me dangling, and I was just barely able to balance on my feet. Letting out a small moan, one of pain, I blinked a few times, trying to regain any semblance of what happened. If I had been free I would have ran a hand through my hair in hopes of finding the knot I was sure was there. It appeared that in my moment of unconsciousness, Johns had decided to chain me up like an animal. I couldn’t stop the growl.
There was an answering one just to my right, and my head automatically turned. I could see him, chained again where he couldn’t escape and his eyes without the goggles. He was looking at me as if he was trying to understand why I bothered. It wasn’t like I was supposed to look out for him, but I couldn’t just let Johns hurt him. No there was something else going on and I needed to get free. Tugging on the chains a bit, I tried to test them. They were too secure. I couldn’t just escape. There was no point in letting them know that I had lockpicks in my belt – it wasn’t like I could reach them anyway.
Noises from outside caused my head to jerk from the convict and towards the doorway. I saw her then, Fry, coming in to beg for answers. Zeke was alive and rather than let us go and thank us for trying to save his life, they wanted to demand we give them answers. If either of us had actually attacked the man we would be covered in blood and gore. We were not. Watching the blonde show up, I tried to figure out what her game was but I wouldn’t know for certain until she spoke.
She looked at me a moment, trying to decide how she felt about me. I could sense the disdain rolling off of her, as if she thought I was no better than the man chained up by me. Only I wasn’t the one she wanted to talk to. No, that much was clear when she turned to address Riddick. He wasn’t exactly going to give her straight answers, but she was too stupid to really notice that.
“Tell me about the sounds. Look, you told Johns’ you heard something.”
I watched for a moment the interaction between the two. I was intrigued by what Riddick might have told the merc and what he planned to tell her. Fry was, for all intents and purposes, visibly shaking. Fear – something that she was showing to the convict and it was going to be her undoing. How could she possibly expect him to give her any straight answers with that kind of attitude.
“Just so you know, there’s a debate right now on what to do with you. Both of you. They want to leave you here to die.”
“‘Mean the whispers?” At the gravelly sound of the convicts voice my head whipped over to his. I could see his eyes, full of mirth as he started to toy with the captain. He was trying to scare her and that was the problem. No one would respect either of us unless they were terrified of the situation.
“What whispers?”
“The ones tellin’ me to go for the sweet spot – just to the left of the spine, fourth lumbar down. The abdominal aorta. Metallic taste to it, human blood. Coppery. But if you cut it with peppermint schnapps that goes away.”
At the words of the convict, I could almost feel my eyes roll back in my head. His voice, the way he was speaking, it was calling to my animal. He was trying to seduce me with his words while keeping his gaze trained on the woman in front of him. I couldn’t fight the small moan that escaped. Something sub-vocal, only loud enough for him to hear. Maybe that was my problem. I was so fresh out of the prison that I hadn’t yet learned to adapt to the world, to fight the urges of the animal deep inside. Riddick was the alpha male, the supreme specimen, and he was calling to me. I couldn’t do anything but hang there and try to fight the lust that ran through my body at his words.
“Wanna try to scare me with the truth?”
I couldn’t fight the chuckle then. Fry was trying so hard to be tough but she was failing. I could see it, Riddick could see it. Her attitude was nothing more than a smokescreen but it was enough to make her think she had the advantage. If it gave her even an iota of confidence, I wouldn’t hold it against her. Someone had to put up a front or the fear would take over and paralyze them.
“All you people are so scared of me – an’ most days I’d take that as a compliment – but it’ ain’t me you gotta worry about now.”
I knew he was giving her as much of a clue as he could. He was never one to come out and say ‘here’s what’s happening now do this.’ What I wanted to know was if Fry was smart enough to understand what the convict was saying. I doubted it with her next words.
“Show me your eyes Riddick.”
“You’d have to come a lot closer than that.”
I watch as the captain moves a little closer. She really was playing with fire. Still I wasn’t sure I liked the fact that she wanted to get that close to him. He was mine. Well, as much mine as he would allow me to claim.
“Closer”
I watched as Fry moved closer to see his eyes and Riddick launch himself from the sitting position into standing. His silver-shined eyes boring into her, as if trying to understand what she was playing at. It wasn’t like it was a normal everyday thing to see someone like that. He was sitting in the shadows so that it didn’t hurt his eyes too much. When he was sure that he’d scared her enough, he went back to sitting down. Before we could get much more conversation, we were interrupted by another one.
“Where the hell can I get eyes like that?”
My head whipped over to Jack, I had smelled her coming up but hoped that she wouldn’t interrupt. She didn’t need to know this... but what was I supposed to say?
“You gotta kill a few people.”
“K, I can do that.”
With a small chuckle, I winked at Jack. I could sense that about her, that if she set her mind to something she’d be dead set on getting it to happen. If she truly wanted to be just like Riddick she’d find a way to do so.
“Then you gotta get sent to a slam. One where they tell you you’ll never see daylight again. Dig up a doctor and pay him twenty menthol cools to do a surgical shine job on your eyeballs.”
Even though he was talking to Jack, Riddick never moved his gaze from Fry. I could smell her fear hike. She was so damn afraid of him – afraid of what he’d been through and how big a threat he could be. It was pointless to fear him. He was their best chance off of this godforsaken planet.
“So you can see who’s sneaking up on you in the dark?”
“Exactly.” I hear the amusement and excitement in Riddicks voice as he moved to look at Jack. This time he was talking to her, trying to get her to understand that what he said wasn’t meant to be taken lightly. What surprised me though was Fry’s reaction to the whole situation. Instead of chastising Riddick she simply yelled at Jack to leave.
I could see the pout on the young girl’s face, but she did as she was told. Now was not the time to cross her. She had a mission to do and I could respect her for that. It was why I hadn’t said anything. Only Riddick a the moment seemed to even care that I was even in the room. I watched as the kid sulked out of the room, hearing the words come out of the convicts mouth.
“Cute kid.”
He was being honest. Riddick, if anyone bothered to notice, had a soft spot for kids. Jack was a kid to him, one that could worm her way into the convict’s heart and take hold. I wasn’t going to question it. I thought she was cute myself, someone who would stick up for us if we managed to get out of this damned place. When Riddick started talking, I turned back to look at the group. It was time to end this pointless conversation.
“Did I kill a few people? Sure. Did I try to kill Zeke? No. You’ve got the wrong guy.”
“He’s not in the hole, we looked.”
“Look deeper.”
The whole conversation was getting on my nerves. I had told Fry earlier that we weren’t alone on this planet – that there was something else here – but she didn’t see fit to listen. Now they were trying to get to the bottom of what tried to take a bite out of Zeke and maybe they would believe Riddick. This was tiresome. Maybe they would go and find out and one of them get killed. Maybe then that would be the clue they all needed to get with the damn program.
I watched as Fry left the area. It was clear she didn’t quite believe what Riddick was saying, but she had no way to prove otherwise. Why should she? He was a convict and a murder, after all. I was the one that tried to stop him from getting his ‘just deserts’ and at the same time I was something more. A part of me wondered if they would leave me chained up in here or if they would expect me to find a solution to their problem.
I didn’t have to wait long. Johns came strolling into the area with a huge ass smirk on his face. Oh this can’t possibly be good. What the hell are you thinking merc? Before I could really try to rile him up, some the shackles above my head were shot free. Why was he letting me go? This had better be good. Standing up tall, I waited, trying to see what he was playing at.
“You’re so sure that your convict boyfriend over there isn’t the person that tried to take a bite out of Zeke. Well, sugar, you’re going to prove it. You’re going down that hole.”
With a glare, I let my hands drop around my waist as I thought about reaching for one of my weapons. I was quite sure that they weren’t anywhere near me. He would have to be a stupid man to leave them close to us even if I was tied up.
“What the hell makes you think I’ll go? I’m not the one that wouldn’t listen to those of us that actually knew what we were talking about.” My tone brokered no argument. He had better tell me why the hell I was going to go into that dark hole and he better start telling me now.
“You don’t go, I send one of the kids. Wouldn’t want their blood on your head would you sugar? Don’t know what slam you escaped from but, believe me, the bounty will go up if you add children to the mix.”
I was lost. I couldn’t let one of the kids go down there, not even if they got on my nerves. Losing them would would be worse than getting myself killed. The only one of them I was attached to was Jack and I had no doubt that Johns would try to send her down into that hole. She wouldn’t last two minutes, not without training and a weapon.
“Fine. I’ll go.”
I watched for a moment as Johns left and I knew I needed to follow him out. This was stupid, but what could I do? I would not let them die. No matter what. Closing my eyes a moment, I tried to center my focus. I needed to get myself under control, my emotions situated, before I headed to the underground. I doubted they would give me a weapon, not that It would make any difference really. I had a few they hadn’t found yet and I just hoped it was enough.
A part of me wanted to acknowledge the growl – the demand that I turn around and look at him before I left. I couldn’t. Not right now. If I turned around and looked at him he’d try to convince me not to go. I didn’t feel like I could stand trying to justify why I had to go down there. He would understand, on some level, that it was about trying to protect the innocent. Not something most convicts wanted to admit they did. Yet, at the same time, I knew he wanted to command me not to go.
Without bothering to stop and look at Riddick, I strode out of the cargo area with my chains still dragging behind me. Just outside the door, I reached into my belt and removed one of the small sets of handpick cuffs I’d stashed in there. It took me all of thirty seconds to have the lock picked and the chains dropped on the ground. That should be significant enough to keep Johns guessing a little as to what I was truly capable of.
Outside, in the bright sunlight I winced some. My goggles were on my face – secure for now, but it was still so bright that I wasn’t even sure what to do. Sunlight could cost me a great deal of time while my eyes tried to desensitize themselves. Shaking out my long black hair, I moved forwards. I could see the group congregated around the hole that Zeke had been attacked near. I needed to stay calm, especially if I planned to make it out of this alive. Moving closer, I let them notice me before they got into too big of an argument.
“I told you already, Fry. You aren’t going down that hole. The girl over there volunteered and I couldn’t turn her down. C’mon, it’s not like I actually believe that anything’s down there. They’re fucking with you.”
“You don’t have to do this, Autumn. You don’t have to put yourself in that kind of danger.”
“It’s fine. You want to know what’s down in that hole, and I’m the only one that can get you the answers. Let’s just get this done.” I say softly as I move towards it. I know they don’t expect me to be much use to them, but none of them really know me. To them, I’m just some girl that liked shivs and can be dangerous. Slowly, I start to crawl towards the hole, wondering just what I was going to see. Imam had suggested that I take a flashlight with me, but what was the point? I could see in the dark, and these little buggers didn’t need to know or care. It was something to do to make them – the humans – happy so I took one. Moving further into the cave, I sighed. This was going to be the thing that crossed the line.
Inside the little hole, I took a breath. It was dark enough in here that I didn’t need to use the light or my goggles. Slipping them up to rest against my forehead, I waited a beat before proceeding further into the area. This area was like a small cavern. There was enough room for me to stand up tall, but then I was only about five and a half feet tall. I was relatively small in comparison to most of the people that were out there, waiting for me to come up again. Moving slowly forward, I tried to memorize as much as I could.
There were sounds – small sounds that sounded like a clicking noise. Turning to adjust my gaze upon whoever was making the noise, I saw two of the creatures staring at me. Like this, they didn’t seem hostile. No, they seemed almost calm as if they didn’t care that I was walking around in their turf. That was something to ponder at least, for now. Moving further into the area, I tried to study the place. There seemed to be families of these little creatures, if their positioning was to reflect anything. They were clustered around in groups of four or more, little ones tucked back away from the larger ones as if trying to hide away.
I couldn’t help but take a few more steps forward. This was dangerous. I needed to get out of here, and fast, before they decided that I was going to be lunch. I should have paid more attention; if I had I would have seen the corner that I literally ran into. If I had seen it, I might not have dropped the torch down on the ground. The fall was hard enough that the item bounced and turned on. I watched, in awe for a moment, as the formerly docile creatures turned. The light was enough to set them off, to turn them into monsters.
Their attack came at me fast and dangerous and I barely had time to block one of their claws. I could feel the scrapes dotting my arms as they tried to take out the threat. Moving, I managed to snag one of the knives I kept in my boot. With it, I managed to take out the one that was lunging at me. It wasn’t enough. The others, smelling the blood, was all it took for them to decide to attack me. Dodging and twisting, I tried to get away from them as quickly as I could. I needed this – to escape and tell them what was down there.
When I saw a break in the creatures, I ran for it. Hoping I could make it, I started to climb when I saw a pillar above me. I wasn’t fast enough to avoid their claws and tails. Not this time. I could feel the slices across my back, and down my legs and arms. It was enough to drive a scream out of me and that was something rare. When you deal with the things you deal with in a slam, screaming from pain is the first thing you learn not to do. Can’t let them know how weak you are... how much it hurt.
Fighting back the urge to scream out again, I start to climb. I have to get out of here, get out of this hole and back to the mock civilization that awaited me. Pushing through the dirt and rocks, I pushed my way up. Fighting and hitting at the spire, I hoped that they could hear me. Screams ripped from my throat as I punched at anything I could find. It’s not enough, though. My own strength and I almost gave up. Maybe that was wrong of me, but what else could I do? I was going to die here if I gave up. With a grunt, I put as much force as I could into the punch and broke through. As soon as my hand hit the light, I felt another hand pulling me. I heard Jack’s voice over the others, asking me if I was ok and telling me that she heard me.
“I heard you, I went and got the others, but I was the one that heard you.”
“Thanks Jack.” I said softly to her. She was probably the only one I trusted at the moment to get me out of this mess. Soon enough, Shazza was there, along with Fry, and they pulled me free of the hole. I could hear the creatures there underneath me, demanding that I come back and pay for depriving them of their meal. Feeling one attach to my leg, a last ditch effort to pull me back down, I bit my lip to keep the pain from showing through. I didn’t need them to know that I was having a weak moment with the pain. Feeling one last tug on my waist from Johns, I was clear of the hole and out on the ground.
I couldn’t move. The pain was too much, debilitating right now. Hearing a scream, I tried to turn my head but it didn’t work. Instead, I had Jack telling me that the creature tried to come out into the light and how it seemed to sink back into the hole. This was not a good thing. If they didn’t like the light then that was good, but a part of me wondered if this place would stay in the light forever.
There were voices around me, and they were talking and it didn’t sound pretty. It was hard to focus on what exactly they were saying, what they needed me to understand. I was trying, but I couldn’t.
“There’s a lot of blood.”
“C’mon, we have to get her back to the ship. Maybe we can get her out of the sun.”
“Something’s down there, but we won't know until she wakes up. If she wakes up.”
“Was that gunshots? Wait. Woah. Where did the big guy come from?”
The last thing I could remember was a set of hands, firm and strong, gripping me and lifting me up off the sand. I was content to let them do whatever they wanted. I could smell him, Riddick, it was his hands that lifted me and carried me away from the area. Before I could think too much on it, I felt the darkness overtake me once more.

I was tryin’ to save the guy like Autumn asked me too. She asked me to play nice with the others and that is what I was doin’. At least until Johns showed up. I was pulled away from the body that I was tryin’ to help the girl with. I could feel the man beatin’ me and I did what I could to stop it. I watched the others, Shazza, try to come to my defense. Stupid woman. She wasn’t strong enough to stand up to Johns. Her gettin’ knocked away wasn’t all that bad. It was the kid, that’s the one that made it hard. I hate seein’ kids hurt and Johns knew that.
I was surprised though, watching Autumn attack the man. It was a sure sign that somethin’ would happen later to make her regret that action. I couldn’t help it though, I had to growl when I watched Johns hit the woman. It was gonna hurt and the smell of blood in the air, made me growl. If I managed to get the chance, I would take the merc out. He was a pain in my fuckin’ side and he needed to be dealt with.
Lettin’ the man chain me back up, I watched as he drug the girl in and chained her near me. It wasn’t smart, really. Someone like her probably could get out of those quicker than the bounty hunter could think. I was worried though, she was out for a good long while. That blow that she took, made me wish I could be free and make sure she was alright. I felt her rouse, watched her as if nothing else mattered. We could have talked, but I heard the footsteps, both of them, and knew that our time would be interrupted. Instead, I waited. Soon enough, Fry came into view.
So much for an interrogation. They needed to learn a few things. I filled her head with pretty little words, watchin’ as her fear level spiked. She could try to be all big and bad, but she was nothin’ more than a scared woman who thought she was dealin’ with the boogeyman. Let me be the bad guy, at least it keeps them off my woman. I had the perfect opportunity to scare the livin’ shit out of the captain and so I took it. Lettin’ her see my eyes, knowing that they would scare her. What I hadn’t expected was the kid. Or the giggle. Apparently the girl was amused.
Answerin’ the questions, keepin’ my gaze on Fry wasn’t hard. It was easier to see my opponent that way. When the kid left I almost wanted to pout. I liked kids, they were amusin’. Somethin’ I’d always want to protect. I wish they could all see that. Maybe then they wouldn’t be so quick to judge me. I gave them the answers they were lookin’ for and it wasn’t enough. Apparently they wanted more.
I watched as Johns came in, demandin’ that the girl go down. I wanted to shiv him right there, to watch as he bleed out in front of me. He was doin’ this to get back at us both. She had tried to take him on to stop him from hurtin’ me. I watched as she was threatened, forced to go down that damned hole and into the darkness as payback. I watched as she agreed and I couldn’t stop the growl. That damned woman would pay. Not turnin’ around and lookin’ at me. I wanted to see if she could handle this, if she was alright with this. She wouldn’t turn, but then again I understood why.
I was bored, just sittin’ there. Waitin’ hadn’t always been one of my talents, but it was somethin’ I found myself applyin’ here. I had to just wait. I could hear it, the creatures below us and the screams. Anyone could hear those screams. Rattlin’ and slammin’ my chains against the metal I wanted them to come talk to me. I needed to get free. Of course, I hadn’t expected Johns to come in here and free me. I watched a moment as he shot up into the air and the shackles fell.
“I want you to remember this moment. The way it could have gone, but didn’t.”
“Here’s the deal. You work without the chains, without the bit – without the shivs. You do what I say when I say it.”
“For what? The honor of going back to some asshole of a cell? Fuck you.”
“Truth is... I’m tired of chasing you.”
“You’d cut me loose?”
“I could say you died down there – on that planet.”
“My recommendation: Do me. Don’t take the chance that I’ll get shiv happy on your wanna-be ass. Ghost me, motherfucker, thats what I’d do to you.”
This was going my way, strangely enough. I watched as Johns gave me the chance to grab his shotgun. Hodlin’ at him, decidin’ if I wanted to pull the trigger or not, I spoke to the merc.
“I want you to remember this moment.”
It wasn’t a suggestion. I wanted him to remember the moment I actually let him free. It wouldn’t really happen again. That wasn’t the problem. I could hear the screams and I wanted out of here. I saw the merc run, maybe hopin’ he could show the others how courageous he was. I moved, at my own pace but fast enough I could get close to find out what was goin’ on. Outside in the air, I could smell the blood. Normally I wouldn’t care, people bleed in this type of situation, but the scent that came with the blood made my own run cold. I scented the air and growled. I could hear them, their voices echoin’ around the body.
She needed to be looked at an’ it was clear they were just going to sit around and wait. Movin’, I went and picked her up. She was bleedin’ pretty bad and I could tell she was out of it. That much blood loss was goin’ to present a problem. At least inside the ship we could try to clean the wounds, not that we had any water. Alcohol would suffice, and cut any possible infection that might be startin’. I was shakin’, but I couldn’t let them see that. They didn’t need to know how much this affected me.
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