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Autumn Fires	By : reinla Category: M through R > Pitch Black Views: 3254 -:- 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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They say that everything happens for a reason. Whenever I find out who they are you can bet that I will have a bit of a talking to with them. This wasn’t supposed to happen but I can’t say that I’m sorry it did. It was my chance to escape, to become someone else in a world, where no one knew me. It was the perfect chance to assume a new identity and possibly find peace with the animal that I was. Maybe no one would remember who I was. After all, both of my parents were dead. They weren’t strong enough to survive in the Butcher Bay.
Of course, the moment that I slipped away from the place that had been my home for the last twenty five years was the moment that everything changed. I didn’t know what it was like to see the light, to see in a world that had color. All my life, I’d spent it locked away in the bowels of Butcher Bay, born there – a freak among freaks. My escape had been artful, they said. Only one other person had managed to slip out undetected like I did. I wasn’t going to take the compliment for anything but that. To be compared to him was an honor in and of itself. After all, he was the best of any of us.
Barely a month had passed since I escaped the darkly lit maze of corridors that made up most of Butcher Bay’s underbelly. I had managed to sneak my way onto a passing transport ship two planets over. A ship as large as the Hunter-Gratzner was easy enough to hide in. Cryo containment was not much of a problem either. I’d never been inside one of the little tubes but, seeing how everyone else was, I allowed myself to enter one. Of course I should have thought about that more before I actually chose my pod.
Not being able to see colors hadn’t really bothered me during my life; I could still mostly see shapes. It was when the lights got real bright that I had an issue and, right now, the lights aboard the vessel were enough to make me cringe in pain. Why did it have to be so fucking bright? Slamming my eyes closed, I let my other senses take over. I received my 'gift' at such a young age. My other senses adapted, becoming enhanced beyond the norm; smelling and hearing were the two prominent ones. I could smell people around me. To my immediate left, there was the smell of fabric, rich course material that spoke of a uniform of some kind – more than likely merc. The slight smell of medicine hit me hard, making me choke for a moment. To my immediate right, I could smell leather and sand mixed with a bit of sweat. Prospectors more than likely.
The smell directly across from the merc was what grabbed my attention. I smelled survival, blood, and more than that... I smelled animal and home. I had never smelled anything like that before. It had me tilting my head up, afraid to look, but not so sure I wanted to not risk it. Slowly, as to avoid creating a headache because of the light, I opened my eyes and stared at the source of the smell. I could see him – large, muscular, and so very very sexy. Chained into the cryo chamber was a beast of a man, one that obviously was dangerous. If the words on his containment unit was anything to go by, we all should hope he doesn’t revive before the rest of us. Lockout protocol. No early release. As if the man should be treated like an animal.
I know that I was supposed to be asleep. This gunk they pump into our veins is supposed to make us sleepy, but it doesn’t. Not on me. I was still wide awake when I got the impression that the other animal was as well. Something about him seemed familiar and I couldn’t place it. I wondered how much longer this trip would take. I had stowed away about halfway into the voyage, where they had stopped for extra food and supplies. Even so, it was supposed to be one very long trip.
Leaning back against the metal of my pod, all I could do was wait. It wasn’t like I could get any sleep, not with my animal so close to the surface. Waiting, it wouldn’t kill me but it would give me a chance to formulate a plan – to come up with my next step when we landed wherever the hell it was the boat was supposed to land. Closing my eyes again, I let the smells and sounds wash over me as my brain tried to shut out the past. I was never supposed to make it here, hell I was never supposed to make it out of Butcher Bay, but I did.
This trip was going to take forever, or at least that’s what I kept telling myself. Maybe I was being paranoid but we’d already been twenty two weeks out; twenty two weeks without any deviation in our course. Something had to happen right? It couldn’t be this easy to get away with what I had done, could it? Such were my thoughts as I was jolted forward into the pod. At first I had been so lost in my memories of the past that I had missed the sounds from outside the ship. I couldn’t exactly leave my pod to go investigate but that didn’t mean I couldn’t identify what happened. The navigator steered us on the wrong fucking course.
I could hear them, pelting the ship and battering the hull. Asteroids – some giant and others not so big. The big ones we didn’t have to fear. It was the little ones that would destroy us. Just as that though rationalized in my brain I watched them speed through the metal and right into the path of the captain. The man never even stood a chance; no one would with such fast moving debris. What I could see were the two remaining members of the crew fall out of their pods and try to re-orient themselves. What the hell was wrong with them? Why did it take them forever to figure out what was going to happen?
Voices penetrated through my brain and I made sure to keep my eyes open. I couldn’t risk missing a single moment lest something vital happen that I need to recall later. What I could see were the two humans running for the stairs and trying to figure out the best course of action. It wasn’t easy, being able to hear both of them talking to each other from across the ship. That was before I heard and felt the purging of the back parts of the ship. Maybe it was just me but it felt as if we were being forced towards the surface of the planet faster this way.
I couldn’t stay focused on much, not when so many sounds were running around through my ears, making it impossible to focus. I could hear the two arguing, Owens and Fry as they chose to be called, trying to convince the other that they were right. We were going to crash and there was nothing that any of us could really do about it. I knew that freaking out wasn’t going to help me; it wasn’t going to help anyone. That wasn’t a thought I could dwell on for long because with the last bit of effort the ship had I was thrown into a loop and my head slammed against the glass in front of me. I could feel it splinter and crack, bits of it lodging itself in my head. The last sound I heard before the pain swept me under was a growl coming from the unit across from me.

They say most of your brain shuts down in cryo-sleep.
All but the primitive side, the animal side. No wonder I'm still awake.
Transportin' me with civilians. Sounded like 40, 40-plus.
Heard an Arab voice. Some hoodoo holy man, probably on his way to New Mecca. But what route? What route?
Smelt a woman. Sweat, boots, tool belt, leather. Prospector type. Free settlers. And they only take the back roads.
‘Nother passenger boarded just before we went in the tubes. Smelled of death and flowers and somethin' else. Somethin' animal. Somethin' mesmerizin'. Definitely somethin' for me to find out more about.
And here's my real problem. Mr. Johns... the blue-eyed devil. Plannin' on taking me back to the slam... only this time he picked a ghost lane. A long time between stops. A long time for somethin' to go wrong...
Just because I had this damned horse bit in my mouth and a blindfold on didn’t mean shit. Johns was stupid thinkin' that he could keep me chained to the wall like this, the first chance I got I’d be free of 'em and then we’d see who’d be laughin' in the end. I couldn’t help but take stock in the people around me. In the smells that filled the area. What intrigued me the most though, were the sounds. From everywhere on the ship that was within range I could hear the steady heartbeat of people asleep. The crap they stick through our veins in cryo doin' what it was supposed to. One heartbeat, however, wasn’t beatin' in the rhythm of sleep.
She probably thought I didn’t know she was there, or if she did I doubt she cared. I could smell the animal in her, and mine responded in kind. It was demandin' that I find a way out of this tube and closer to her. In all my years I had never smelled anythin' like her and it fascinated me. I could hear her moving around, hear the changes that were made as she shifted around in her pod to take in what was happenin'. We had a ways to go on this trip and I could only hope that somethin' would happen, somethin' would give me the chance to get closer to her.
I had no idea I would get my wish. I had nothin' to occupy my time with and to be truthful I was fuckin' bored. Boredom for me was not somethin' that should be taken lightly. I wished I didn’t have this damned blindfold on; I wanted to catch a glimpse of the bearer of that unusual scent but time wasn’t on my side. Not if the sounds I was hearin' comin' through the hull were any indication. I was simply goin' to bide my time, wait for the right time for things to happen. Gettin' out of this tube was goin' to be the easy part; gettin' away from Johns’ was not as easy.
The plan had been simple as I heard the captain die, and heard the two crew members scramble to stop us from crashin'. It was too late really; we were goin' to land on that godforsaken planet and they couldn't do anythin' to stop it. Instead I would just bide my time, wait for my chance and see what happened. That was, until the last purge and the violent jerkin' of the ship as it crashed into the dirt. I could smell blood as it seeped in around me, and it was the blood of the last person on the entire ship I wanted to see bleed. I couldn’t help the growl that tore from my throat as I heard her shift in her tube before the sounds of her unconscious breathin' beat into my ears.
I had two choices. I could get out of this damn pod, hide and wait for Johns and hope he managed to find the girl. I could escape, free her, make sure she was alright and then hide. Either option involved Johns still being alive, which if what the scents around me were sayin', it was a clear possibility. Twisting to my right I easily snapped the chains that were supposed to secure me against the wall. Too fuckin' easy. Gettin' sloppy there Johns. With my hands mostly free, I manage to punch through the glass, breakin' it and releasing the pod from the outside.
Before I could really think about my own actions I found myself rippin' open the cryo tube of the young woman and findin' a way to break her out. I still couldn’t see and these chains around my hands made it hard to do much of anythin'. Using the slit I managed to make in my blindfold, I chanced a glance at the woman before skitterin' up to the hidin' spot I’d found and wait for the merc. He’d wake soon enough and the real fun would begin. At least from here I could see the mystery woman and tell that she was breathin' fine. From my quick assessment of her, she didn’t seem to have any life threatenin' injuries so I could leave her be, for now.
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