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Author: Toby7
Email: venispixie@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don’t own Pitch Black or its characters, but I
do own the story, the plot, and anything else you don’t recognize.
Pairings: Riddick/OMC (Elijah)
Rating: R
Warnings: SLASH, MPREG, Language, OOC, OC, Violence and
anything else I think of will be at the top of future chapters.
NOTE: I got most of the info from the book and movie. Other stuff is made up. ^_^
LAST TIME:
“You give the cells and the ship to those two and they’ll leave you all
out here to die. The only one’s who are
safe from them are each other.”
Fry shook her head in disgust and pushed past him to leave the
cabin. Seconds later the lights faded
out.
Still fuming, Johns stood in the dark cabin and loaded his shotgun. ((We’re all going on a death march and
Riddick is the Pied Piper.))
CHAPTER FIVE
Rashad grinned in delight when his
little invention worked. He had taken a
large burning wick and placed it in the center of Paris’ misting umbrella. When the cloud of alcohol blew over the
wick, it burst into flame, creating a fireball.
Imam chained himself into the first
harness of the sled. Beside him Johns
fumbled with the second harness.
Riddick came around to help with the chains. When Riddick had Johns locked in place, he looked up into Johns’
face through his goggles. He grinned at
the Merc when he saw that Johns recognized the irony of the prisoner chaining
his captor.
“Keep the light going,” Fry announced to the group
of crash survivors. “That’s all we need
to survive this.”
Suddenly a multi-colored spray of
holiday lights turned on like a Christmas tree. It was Paris. He had
wrapped himself in vintage Christmas lights powered by a belt pack battery.
((Ingenious…but pathetic.)) Fry
thought. She looked at him. “Good. You're gonna need all the light you
can get back there.”
“Back there?” Paris asked quietly.
“Yep. You’re gonna be the tail-gunner.” Fry answered with a tight smile.
“Thanks for volunteering.”
She looked to the front where
Riddick and Elijah were talking quietly.
Fry watched as Elijah reached out to adjust the hand light looped around
Riddick’s neck. She smiled slightly
when Riddick did the same with Elijah’s.
Their two lights shone like a
beacon in the night. They looked up at
Fry when she approached them.
“We’ll be walkin’ about ten paces
ahead. I want the light on our backs
not in out eyes.” He said turning his
back to her. “And check your cuts. These things know our blood now.” He lifted his goggles up to rest on his
forehead.
Fry glanced around and spotted
Jack’s face frozen with fright. She
looked back at Riddick. “I was thinking
we should make some kind of deal. Just
in case, you know, this actually works.”
Riddick turned back around to look
at Fry. “Had it with deals. Nobody’s gonna fuckin’ turn a murderer
loose. Let alone TWO. I fuckin’ know better.”
Fry’s heart sped up at those
words. ((If he doesn’t expect for them
to go free then why are they helping us?))
“Not many people have faith in me
Carolyn.” Riddick lowered his voice
slightly. “Not many people trust me
either.” He grinned. “That’s somethin’ right there.”
“We can, can’t we? Trust you, I mean?” Fry wondered.
Riddick’s laugh caught everyone’s
attention. “Actually…that’s what I’ve
been asking myself.” He nodded at
Elijah and they both turned and started walking off into the darkness.
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Riddick’s POV
Walking like this up front with Elijah,
I feel almost free. Almost. My fine-tuned senses are acutely aware of
the hungry creatures hovering near by just waiting for us to make a mistake.
“Think we’ll make it?” Elijah asked me as we guided the others
through the night.
“You and me? Yeah.
We’re not stayin’ here. The
others?” I shrugged slightly. “I don’t plan on Johns makin’ it out of here
alive. One way or the other, Johns
ain’t comin’ with us.”
Elijah grinned. (And then we’ll be free…for a while at
least.)
The group followed behind us like a
lit up circus train. Imam and Johns
pulled the sled with their hand lights sweeping the area around them, Rashad
was on the left side of the sled carrying the first umbrella torch and over on
the right side of the sled, Fry and Jack held a second torch—Paris pulled up
the rear walking backwards and jabbing the third umbrella torch at every
shadow.
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Third Person POV
Fry was reassured by the Sand Cat’s
tracks underfoot. Riddick and Elijah
were retracing their steps back to the skiff.
But she couldn’t help but feel unnerved by the sounds all around them.
They had gone a few more kilometers
when Fry noticed that the Sand Cat tracks had vanished. She looked back up to see that Riddick and
Elijah were nowhere in sight.
“So you noticed too, huh?”
Fry turned to see Johns’ knowing
smirk. She scanned the darkness ahead
for their two guides. “Riddick?” She called anxiously. “Elijah?”
The caravan ground to a halt. Everyone sucked hard on their breathers
trying to get air into their lungs.
Suddenly Riddick and Elijah emerged
from the darkness.
‘‘Why did we stop following the
tracks?” Fry asked.
Riddick looked past her at the
creatures gathering behind the group just outside the light. “Saw something I didn’t like.”
“Such as?” Johns asked annoyed.
“Looked like a bunch of those bad
boys chewing each other’s gonads off.”
Elijah smirked at him. “Thought
we’d give it the swerve.”
The clicking sounds grew closer
ending the discussion.
“Lets just go.” Fry said.
She looked at Jack. “Just a
detour.”
Jack shrugged in response. She trusted Riddick and Elijah. It was the others she was worried about.
Fry switched places with Paris when
he asked and the group moved on.
Walking sideguard now, Paris
actually started to relax somewhat. ((At least here there’s only one exposed
side.)) Unfortunately the clicking was
never out of earshot.
Paris checked the alcohol bottle
the umbrella wick was in. He was just
about out. “I need another bottle.”
Jack moved to fetch a fresh bottle
from the sled. Without thinking, she
strayed away from Paris’ fireball. The
second she stepped into the shadow a screech pierced the darkness like an
arrow.
The sound jolted Imam’s instincts
and he ducked out of his harness then dove for Jack. As Imam pulled her down, bony talons slashed like scythes and
shattered his light.
Johns grabbed the shotgun from Fry
and blasted the shadows above Jack and Imam. Rashad and Fry both shined their
light at Imam and Jack trying to make sure the creatures stayed back.
On the other side of the sled,
Paris found himself isolated. Without warning his torch went out. He still had the Christmas lights, but the
smothering gloom made him anxious. As
he moved towards the sled for a refill, he tripped over his own wires throwing
himself in darkness. The Christmas lights had gone out.
A heavy object hit his leg and he
reached down to touch his calf. His
hand came back covered in blood.
Suddenly the clicking around the
group stopped.
“CHRIST!” Paris shrieked. “GET SOME
LIGHT OVER HERE!”
Fry whipped her light towards
Paris’ voice but couldn’t locate him.
“OVER HERE!” Paris yelled. He tried crawling toward the sled but he
wasn’t going to make it. All around him
the aliens tore at him ripping the flesh from his body. The light swept the ground a few feet in
front of him. His throat was slashed
open as he tried to call out again.
Fry caught a glimpse of a shredded
leg before it was snatched away by a swooping blur.
Riddick and Elijah were the only
ones who could still see Paris.
Then their night vision caught
something even more threatening. A
flock of predators were circling Jack.
The creatures hovered intently, as if the girl radiated a powerful sent.
Fry turned to see Riddick moving closer,
his gleaming eyes were fixed on Jack.
“What is it? What do you see Riddick?”
“Hunger.”
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
The rest of the crash survivors
moved slowly across the thick darkness.
After what happened to Paris, Fry
ditched the umbrella torch in favor of an industrial flare. At least she’d have more warning when it
started to go out. She checked the
remaining bottles on the sled. They
were down to four.
Johns and Imam were back in the harness;
Jack and Rashad on each side of the sled again, with Fry once more in the back.
Jack looked back at Fry. “Are we close?”
It was a good question. But only Riddick and Elijah knew the answer
to that. They’d all been blindly
following the two beams of light coming from Elijah and Riddick’s backs.
“Can we pick up the pace?” Fry called out.
Johns bristled at her prodding.
“Look, if you think you can do better—”
Imam’s arm hit Johns in the chest
to stop him.
“What?” Johns growled out in aggregation.
“Look.” Imam replied pointing to the ground.
Johns looked down to see a sled
track waffled in the dirt. They’d been
walking in circles.
Johns lifted his shotgun and
flicked the laser sight on. The red
beam found its mark on Riddick about ten paces ahead. He and Elijah had stopped, as if they were waiting for the rest
of the group.
Riddick sensed the laser on his
back. He could always count on Johns to
do the expected. He heard the others
coming closer, but neither he nor Elijah turned around.
“Never could go straight, huh?”
Johns growled, behind him.
“Not with a male lover, no.” Elijah quipped turning around to face the
others. He wasn’t worried. He knew the two of them would make it off
the planet. Riddick smiled slightly.
Johns scowled in his direction and
opened his mouth to say something.
“Stay in the light. Everyone!”
Imam interrupted.
Jack spoke up. “What’s going on?” She asked Riddick.
“Listen.” Elijah said.
“We’ve crossed our own
tracks.” Fry stated accusingly.
“Why have we circled? Are we lost?” Imam asked.
“Oh they ain’t lost,” Johns smirked
knowingly. “Bet they’d LOVE to lose a
few of us and still get those cells back to the—”
“LISTEN.” Elijah said insistently.
A chittering crackled up ahead
through the darkness.
“Canyon ahead.” Riddick explained. “We circled to buy us some time…had to think.”
“I think we must go now!” Imam said.
“Dunno ‘bout that.” Elijah said softly.
“That’s death row up
there…especially with the girl bleedin’.”
Riddick informed the group.
Johns gave Fry the once over. “What do you mean? She ain’t cut.”
Riddick turned finally. “Not her…” He paused and looked at
Jack. “Her.”
They all looked at the frightened
Jack.
Johns stared at Jack for a second confused
until he caught on. “You gotta be
shittin’ me.” Johns muttered shaking
his head.
Fry walked over to Jack when she
figured it out. “Are you really
bleeding?”
Jack nodded. “You mighta left me there alone back at the
ship. That’s how come I didn’t say
anything.
((It’s true.)) Fry thought alarmed.
Imam and Johns exchanged worried
glances.
“They been nose-open for her ever
since we left,” Riddick said quietly.
“They go by blood.”
Imam put an arm around Jack—who he
now knew to be a girl. “We just keep
her close then. She’ll be safe if we just put her between—”
Riddick shook his head. “There is no SAFE here.”
As if to prove his statement, a
howling chatter floated up from the canyon like a challenge.
“We gotta go back. We can’t make it.” Fry said in a raspy voice.
Johns’ expression turned into a
twisted smirk. “Hey, this was YOU’RE
idea and now you wanna go BACK?”
“I was wrong, I admit it.” Fry said, running a hand through her
bangs. “My fault ok? Now, let’s just go back to the ship.”
“I dunno Carolyn. Nice breeze, wide open spaces…I’m startin’
to enjoy my self.” Johns pondered.
“Are you fuckin’ high again
Johns?” Fry asked quietly. “Just listen to yourself.”
“No, no, you were right Fry. What’s to be afraid of? My life’s meaningless anyway, so I say mush
on.”
(Looks like this is it.) Elijah said to Riddick. His mate’s response was to fold his arms
across his chest.
“The canyon’s only a couple hundred
meters ahead and then it’s skiff city.”
Johns said, looking around at the others. He scowled at Fry. “So
stuff a cork up that kid and get—”
Imam interrupted him, “she’s the
captain so we should just do what she says.”
(THIS is it.) Riddick said looking at a grinning
Elijah. His white haired mate seemed to
be enjoying the downfall of their group.
“Do what SHE says? HER?”
Johns looked at Imam in mock surprise.
“When she was willing to sacrifice us all to save her own skin?”
Suddenly the breathers went
silent. The only sounds were from the
creatures and a small manic giggle coming from Riddick and Elijah’s direction.
Fry felt everyone’s eyes on her.
“What’s he talking about Fry?” Jack asked quietly.
Johns answered before Fry could
open her mouth. “During the crash she…”
“This doesn’t help us Johns.” Fry’s voice rose over his.
“…tried to blow the whole fuckin’
passenger cabin,” Johns finished
staring Fry in the eyes. “Tried to kill us all…”
“Just shut up Johns.” Fry said lamely.
“Tried to ghost us in our
sleep.” Johns said triumphantly.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Fry exclaimed
and attacked him. Johns just pushed her
aside with one hand and raised his shotgun with the other. Fry fell limply to the ground, her energy
gone.
“How much do you weigh now
Carolyn?” Johns asked smirking.
Imam stepped between them. “You’ve made your point.” He pushed Johns back a little.
Johns pulled out a flare and
smacked the butt hard against Imam’s chest.
The monk stepped back quickly when the flare ignited.
“Verdict’s in.” Johns yelled, lifting the flare. “The light moves forward.”
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Riddick POV
(That was fun.) Elijah’s musical
voice floated laughingly though my head.
I smirked slightly and glanced behind me. (This train of fools is shrinking fast.) I
said to him. He laughed quietly.
Rashad had slipped into the harness
next to Imam while Fry manned rear-point.
There were no more side guards as Jack was made to walk in front of Imam
and Rashad. Fry had hooked an umbrella
torch on to the sled, but their circle of light had dimmed considerably.
I heard Johns coming up behind us
and fall into step to my left. He
lowered his flare when we shielded our eyes.
(That was considerate of him.) Elijah said annoyed.
I smirked.
(What the Hell does he want NOW?)
Elijah asked.
(Guess we’ll find out.) I answered.
“Ain’t all of us gonna make it.”
Johns confided.
“Figure that all out by yourself
MERC?” Elijah sneered. I can tell he’s
still pissed about that ‘people’ comment. As a matter of fact, so am I.
“What do you want Johns?” I asked,
getting to the point.
He was about to reply when a flurry
of clicking shadows blew past us. Johns
blasted the darkness, driving the creatures away. He turned back to us and stayed quiet for a moment.
It’s no skin off my back though;
the less I hear Johns’ voice the happier I am.
“Six of us left.” Johns said suddenly.
Damn. Happiness down a level.
“SEVEN.” Elijah growled out.
Johns looked over in feigned
surprise. “Oh you’re still here are
you?”
“I’ve just about had it with you
Johns. Just know that your time is
coming.” Elijah growled out through
clenched teeth.
Johns lifted his shotgun, “Is that
a threat a HALFBREED?”
Elijah gave a cat like hiss.
“Stop.” I said quietly. I looked at Elijah. (Just calm down, Cat. Don’t let him stir you up.)
Elijah took a deep breath and
stayed silent.
“What are you getting at
Johns?” I asked irritated.
“If we could get through that
canyon and lose just one, that’d be quite a fuckin’ feat, huh?”
“Not if I’M the one.” Elijah snapped out. I could tell he was infuriated. He started walking quicker.
“What if you’re one of six?” Johns’ voice caught Elijah’s attention and
he slowed down to wait for us.
“I’m listening.” Elijah said.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Third Person
From a distance, Fry watched the three men talk
together in hushed tones. It was odd to
see Johns, Riddick and Elijah walking together. Like equals. ((More like
partners.)) Fry thought to herself.
Jack noticed too. “What are they doing up there?”
“Talking about the canyon, I
suppose.” Imam assured her. “How to get us through.”
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Riddick’s POV
I listened to Johns’ plan with rapt
attention. Bait. He wants to use one of
them as bait.
“It’s no different than those
battlefield doctors when they had to decide who lived and died. It’s called
‘triage’.” Johns spoke softly.
“Kept calling it MURDER when we did
it.” I told him.
Johns grinned. “Either way, figure it’s somethin’ you can
grab onto.”
As we slowly marched toward the
chattering canyon, Elijah and I calculated the options.
(Think like a scumbag and the
answer’s easy.) Elijah said to me.
(Yeah, when you think about it like
that, it’s not hard to see how Johns came up with that plan.) I agreed.
“Sacrifice.” I muttered. “Hack up one body, leave it at
the start of the canyon. Like a bucket of chum.”
Johns gave a triumphant grin. “TRAVEL with it.” He whispered proudly.
(He is fuckin’ off his rocker.)
Elijah said to me. He sounded kinda
amazed.
I grinned.
Johns continued, “There’s a cable
on the sled. We can drag the body
behind us.”
(He sure has thought this through.)
I told my mate.
(No kidding.) He answered back.
“Nice embellishment.” I said to
Johns.
“Just wanna keep these sharks off
our scent.” Johns explained. I could tell he was pleased with himself.
I glanced curiously back at the
caravan. “So which one caught your
eye?”
Johns hit me in the chest. “DON’T look. Christ,
what’s the matter with you?”
(SOMEone sounds paranoid.) Elijah said.
(No kidding.) I repeated his earlier answer.
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Third Person
Fry watched the three men walking at the front of
the line. ((They’re up to something.))
She thought to herself.
“Slow down a little bit, Imam.” Fry
spoke in a hushed voice.
“What?” The monk asked confused.
“Just slow down. Little more space between us and them.” Fry explained, her eyes never leaving the
point men.
“I would rather we all stay
together.”
Fry finally took her eyes off
Riddick, Johns and Elijah to look at Imam.
“Just do as I say. Please.”
Imam finally understood what she
couldn’t say and slowed down the sled.
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Riddick’s POV
“Which is it Johns?” I asked again.
I already knew, but I wanted to here him say it.
“What do you care?”
I shrugged my large shoulders. “I
don’t.”
“Then lets not name the cow before
it’s slaughtered, ok?” Johns said.
“Nice analogy.” Elijah quipped.
I smirked when Johns gave an
aggravated grunt.
“I assume you still got a shiv?”
Johns asked me.
I stopped walking and the other two
did the same. “What…you expect ME to do it?”
Johns looked surprised by my
reluctance. “What’s one more to you?
It’s not like this is the one that’s finally gonna put you in Hell. You
BOTH passed that mark a long time ago, Riddick.”
I shook my head admiringly. “You’re a piece of work Johns. They should hang you in a museum.”
Elijah and I started walking again.
“Or maybe just hang you.” Elijah said. (Is it time yet? He’s
getting on my nerves.)
(Almost.) I replied.
Johns hurried to catch up with
us. “Alright, alright. I’LL do the kid. You two just keep the other three off my back for a bit.”
I cocked my head a little as if I’m
reconsidering it.
(Now?) Came Elijah’s impatient voice.
(Just wait.) I told him amused. I heard him huff slightly beside me.
Johns pressed us, “Don’t tell me
you two are goin’ soft now.”
I stopped again and looked Johns in
the eyes. Elijah came up behind me and
turned off his hand light.
“I’m just wonderin’ if we don’t
need a bigger piece of bait.” I said.
Johns looked at me for a second
before he understood. He took a step
back. (Now.)
Elijah stepped into the darkness
surrounding us when Johns’ attention focused solely on me. Mistake…never take your eyes off ANY of your
enemies.
Johns brought up his weapon and
fired.
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Third Person
The moment Fry heard the blast from Johns’ gun, she
knew it wasn’t aimed at the creatures. “Bring the light!” she shouted. Fry could still see the flare Johns was
holding but could only see one hand light.
Jack came running to her side.
“What are they doing?”
Fry didn’t answer, she just
quickened her steps away from the fight.
XXXXXXXXXXXX
Riddick was fast, but the blast
from the gun still scorched his arm.
Elijah jumped onto Johns’ back and put him in a chokehold while Riddick
grabbed the gun and jerked it skyward.
Above them, something shrieked when
the gun fired again. Loud feeding sounds
could be heard as the two men fought for the weapon.
Elijah grabbed the flare and tossed
it to the ground when Johns burned his left arm. The flare created an arena of light. He fell off Johns’ back when he was elbowed in the right temple.
Elijah crouched down next to the
flare and watched as his mate and Johns fought. Every time they stepped into shadow, the aliens’ talons took a
swipe at the two men. The only sight to
show that the ElvinCat was agitated was the twitching of his unwrapped tail.
Riddick and Johns shot into the
darkness to drive back the creatures, but they didn’t go too far.
Elijah wrapped his tail back around
his waist and moved closer to the two men.
Riddick wrestled the shotgun free
but Johns knocked it out of his hands. The weapon fell to the ground and
Riddick kicked it out of the way when Johns made to grab it. When Johns turned, he saw both Elijah and
Riddick with a shiv.
Elijah stood slightly behind
Riddick and wagged his shiv at Johns like a scolding finger. “I told you your time was coming
Johns.” Elijah grinned maliciously.
“There’s only one rule Johns.” Riddick spoke softly as he reached behind
him to turn off his hand light. “Stay
in the light.” He and Elijah stepped
into the darkness when Johns took his attention off them to pick up a bone
club.
“Bring watcha got.” Johns growled out into the darkness as he
stood in the light of the dying flare.
He looked around frantically when he didn’t see the two convicts. Turning in circles he searched in the
failing light.
Suddenly, Riddick and Elijah came
out of the darkness behind Johns.
“Remember that moment?” Riddick whispered, voice hot against Johns
ear as he and Elijah drove their shivs into his back. They jerked the blades along Johns’ spine and then jumped back
into the darkness. Johns fell to the
ground gasping.
“Shoulda never took the CHAINS off
Johns. You were one brave fuck
before. Oh man, you was COCK DIESEL
with your big gauge…” Riddick said forcefully.
He and Elijah started walking slowly at the edge of the circle of
light. “The guns…the badge…the
chains…Billy Bad-Ass…” He spoke just
loud enough for Johns to hear him. “TOLD
you to ghost me.”
Johns dove for the shotgun and snatched it up. “Fuck you Riddick.” He rasped, sweeping the weapon around. The red laser sight drilled into blackness.
Riddick and Elijah had vanished. Then
he heard a rapid clicking behind him.
Johns quickly reached into his pocket and loaded a shell into the
gun. He grabbed the dying flare and
whirled around in time to see a huge black shape looming closer. He fired blasting the predator back but the
flare fell from his hand. The hairs on
his neck stood on end and he spun around as a second creature rushed at
him. Johns pulled the trigger and
nothing happened.
Johns hurriedly ratcheted the
weapon for another shot. The ejected
shell fell beside the flare and in that instant Johns saw it was red. His heart skipped a beat when he realized
he’d loaded a morphine shell in the dark.
It was the last thought he had before the beast reared its head back and
then shot forward biting off Johns’ head.
The flare on the ground hissed out.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Riddick and Elijah watched in fascination as the
creature devoured Johns’ body in the darkness.
Riddick looked down to see Elijah grinning.
“Come on. We got a group of crash survivors to catch up to.” Riddick said.
Elijah tore his eyes away from
Johns and smiled up at Riddick. “That
was exciting.” He whispered.
Riddick laughed quietly as they
walked away.
END CHAPTER FIVE
So what did you guys think of that chapter? Was it any good?
Anyway, there’s gonna be chapter six and then an
epilogue. So we’re almost finished. I’m
excited.
Thanks to Niere for looking this over. Review guys and let me know how this chapter
went, huh?
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