Pitch Black Fan Fiction ❯ Together Again ❯ Bonds ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Toby7
Disclaimer: I don’t own Pitch Black or its characters, but I
do own THIS story, the plot, and anything else you don’t
recognize like Elijah.

NOTE: I got most of the info from the book and movie. Other
stuff is made up

Non Anime: Pitch Black Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.08.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 325 | Status: Work In Progress

CHAPTER TWO



(MIND SPEACH)
((PERSONAL THOUGHTS))

Third Person POV

While the young pilgrims worked on getting the water machine fixed, a hundred miles away from them, Imam helped Fry adapt the damaged power cell to the skiff's outdated electrical system.

After getting it in place, Fry turned the on the `ON' switch. A moment later the ship's interior lit up.

Fry exhaled. “Ok, this should be enough for a system check. But we're gonna need more cells to get out of here.”

“How many?” Johns asked.

“We'll need five total to launch.” Fry replied.

“Fifty kilos each.” Johns said to himself. ((It'll take a day to get all those cells here.))

“There's a Sand Cat out there. I'll see if I can get it running.” Shazza said.

The Sand Cat was designed to haul mining samples across the rough alien terrain so it'll make getting the cells back to the settlement much easier.

“Do it.” Johns said. “And if you need any help…” Johns trailed off as he looked out the window. His eyes narrowed. “Where's Riddick and Elijah?”

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Riddick POV

We went walking through the ghost town to see if we could find out what had happened here. What we found was interesting to say the least…dead gardens, upended chairs, broken windows, scattered utensils, pictures lying on the ground-the glass broken, clothes still on the racks. All signs that something had gone wrong. But what?

I looked down at Elijah, it seemed that he was at a loss as well.

We stopped walking and Elijah stood in front of me. He wrapped both arms around my waist and looked up in to my eyes. Even with the goggles, he could see my eyes.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I don't want to wait anymore Riddick. Our bond has faded to the point that I can't even sense you…can't hear you.” He paused and leaned his head on my chest. “Please.”

The bond. That's something that I've missed. Not being able to hear his voice in my head, not being able to sense his emotions, not being able to sense him period. To reestablish our bond we need to reopen our claim marks and then drink the others' blood. That'll get us a temporary bond anyhow. To make it permanent, we'd have to have sex. But there isn't really any place to do that here…and we don't have the time.

“Come on. Let's go find someplace then.” I said pulling him along by his hand.

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Third Person POV

They entered a small building with tables and lab equipment scattered about the room. Riddick brought Elijah over to the closest table and lifted him to sit on top of it.

“I love you, Riddick.” Elijah whispered.

Riddick gave a broad smile to his mate. “And I love you.” He whispered back.

Riddick lifted his right hand and gently rubbed the skin on the left side of Elijah's neck. Under his fingers was the scar he had given him five years ago when they had mated. It was almost completely gone because of their two month long separation. He leaned down and kissed it. Elijah sighed. It was another weak spot.

Riddick felt his canines get longer and shaper -as the genes he inherited from Elijah's blood woke up from their two month long sleep.

He bit down into the mark and drank the sweet blood of his mate. Elijah would do it next…the dominate always went first.

Elijah moaned and wrapped his arms around Riddick.

Riddick stopped and licked Elijah's neck causing the wound to close up.

He tilted his head to the right and Elijah went for the mark on the left side.

It was heaven.

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(Can you hear me?) Riddick asked.

Elijah laughed, (Yes. And it is most wonderful to hear your voice in here again. To have your presence in the back of my mind. To know that you're there.) Elijah leaned in and kissed Riddick long and hard. After a moment, they broke apart panting.

Riddick leaned his forehead against Elijah's and sighed.

“Come on. Let's go look around some more…see if we can figure out what happened here.” Riddick pulled Elijah down off the table and guided him outside.

They walked around the town pass rundown buildings, until they came to one of the biggest ones.

They walked over to the entrance. It was partially covered by a tarp, so Riddick reached up and moved it out of the way. The writing on the door said: `Coring Room'.

Elijah went to open the door, but found it chained from the inside. He looked up at Riddick. “What do you think it means?”

“I don't know.” Riddick said looking back at the door. “Take a look.”

Elijah did. “They're in there. Little ones. Up in the rafters. So, lets just not go in this room, unless we have to. Ok?” He looked up at his mate.

Riddick nodded.

“Johns.” Elijah whispered when he caught his sent coming toward them.

“You're missin' the party, c'mon.” Johns said to them. He whistled and then pat his leg.

They turned to face him. Johns grinned and then left.

Elijah nodded up to the tarp covering a piece of the coring room. Riddick pulled the tarp all the way off the building and raised an eyebrow at Jack hiding underneath. They noticed that she had shaved her head and had found a pair of broken goggles. “Missin' the party, c'mon.” He mimicked to her.

“I guess I got me a groupie now.” He said to a grinning Elijah.

Riddick threw an arm around his mate's shoulders and they left as well.

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Elijah's POV

We were the last ones to enter the communal room…Riddick, Jack and I. Jack went over to sit in between Johns and Fry.

Paris looked at Jack and then Riddick. “It's the winner of the look alike contest.” He said to Fry.

On the table in the middle of the room were glass goblets that Paris had dug up somewhere. They were filled with water.

Riddick and I were the last to take a glass.

The water was a little dirty but that didn't matter. Drinking that water after not having it for so long was like tasting Riddick's blood for the first time. Well, maybe not as good his blood but it came definitely came close.

I leaned back against Riddick's chest as we drank the water. I closed my eyes and savored the moment. For the time being…everything was perfect. I found Riddick, our bond was strong, we have water…it was marvelous. Now, we just gotta get rid of Johns and get out of here.

“So what are you?” Jack asked.

I opened my eyes and looked at her. I knew she was talking to me. I was the only one in this room who was not human…well unless you count Riddick…he inherited some of my traits when we bonded. Like better hearing, sense of smell, keener eyesight, quicker healing and a few other things that came in handy for him.

“I am a half breed. Part Elf and part Neko.” I said taking another sip of water.

“Neko…that's the cat race right?” Shazza said.

“Yeah. My father is Neko and my…well, my mother—who is male—is from the Elven race.”

“You're mother is a guy?” Jack asked.

“Yes. You see, when the Elven race was dying out, the Valar blessed the males with the gift to create life. That way there was more of a chance for the Elves to grow in numbers. So now males are able to bear children same as the females.” I said.

“So…you can have kids too? Or you can't because you're only half.” Jack asked.

“No, I can have them.” I said with a smile.

“Cool.” Jack returned my smile.

It was quiet for a moment.

“So who were these people?” Paris asked. “Miners?”

“I'd say geologists.” Shazza corrected.

(Probably from the Company.) Riddick said to me.

I nodded.

“Why'd they leave their ship?” Jack asked.

No one answered. That's because they don't want to face the truth. I think Riddick and I may have an idea of what happened here.

“It's not a ship really. Just a space skiff.” Johns said, breaking the silence.

“Like an emergency life raft?” Paris asked.

“Yeah. They probably had a drop ship take them off planet.” Shazza said. “Long gone.”

I heard Riddick sigh.

“These people didn't leave. Whatever got Zeke got them.” Riddick said.

I smirked when everyone turned to glare in our direction.

“Why do you think they left their clothes on the lines? Pictures on the walls? C'mon now think about it…these people didn't leave.” Riddick said again.

I searched their faces as they processed this possibility. Only Imam seemed to be not paying attention. He was looking out the dusty window. I glanced around the room again and then at the table in the middle. There was an unclaimed goblet of water. I grimaced. One of the pilgrims was missing. Ali, I think.

“Maybe they had weight limits.” Shazza said forcefully. “You don't know.”

“I know that you don't fuckin' break out the fuckin' emergency skiff unless there is a fuckin' emergency.” I said forcefully. These people just didn't get it.

“He's fuckin' right.” Jack agreed. {Well, at least Jack is willing to listen to reason.) I said to Riddick, grinning.

“Watch your mouth.” Johns said to Jack and then looked back in our direction. “No one wants to here what you think about—”

Fry cut him off. “So what happened?”

“Has anyone seen Ali?” Imam asked turning around to face us.

We all glanced over at him.

“Has anyone checked the `Coring Room'?” Riddick asked.

As if in answer a faint scream could be heard in the distance.

&&&&&&

We were all outside the entrance of the `Coring Room'. Johns pulled out his gun and shot through the door.

I heard the chains fall to the ground when Imam banged against the door with his shoulder.

We looked inside. It was empty…and quiet. ((Where did the creatures go?))

“Go on Riddick.” Johns said nodding his head towards the open doors.

My tail shot out and wrapped itself tightly around Riddick's waist. “You got the big gauge Johns, you fuckin' go!” I yelled at him. Johns was really asking for it.

He scowled.

“Looks like I'm stuck.” Riddick said folding his large muscular arms across his chest. He smirked at Johns.

Johns spit in the dirt and then hesitantly stepped through the entrance.

Imam followed. “Ali?” He called. “Ali?” He tried a little louder.

My eyes shot over to the side of the room when I heard a faint rattling coming from behind the door. I looked through it with my Sight.

My mouth dropped open at what I saw. It was Ali. He had been torn to shreds…cuts everywhere, skin missing…his eyes were gone. And behind him were a flock of those creatures. It was the little ones from the rafters. He had stumbled into their nest.

Imam carefully opened the door and I pulled Riddick back out of the range of the entrance where we were standing with the others. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the screeches from the aliens as they flew around the room and then disappeared down the coring shaft.

(What did you see?) Riddick asked me.

Instead of telling him, I showed him what I saw. It is another thing that we can do as bonded mates…share memories.

He held me tight until I got my bearings. I wrapped my tail back around my waist.

The other's gasped suddenly and then rushed inside.

They must have found the boy.

After a moment Riddick took me by the hand and led me inside. I saw Johns walking quietly over to the coring shaft and then take a quick peek. He pulled a flare off his belt, lit it and then threw it down to the bottom of the shaft.

Riddick let go and walked over to stand next to Johns and looked down.

“I guess we know what happened to those people now, huh?” Riddick smirked and then walked back over to me. We left and went back to the settlement.

Nobody slept for the rest of the twin-sun day.

&&&&&&

Riddick POV

When the blue sun rose in the bright sky, the pilgrims and Imam held a memorial service for Ali. Paris and Jack joined in.

Elijah and I followed Johns and Shazza back to the `Coring Room' where Fry was already inside.

She didn't even notice us; so intently she was looking at the shelves lining the wall.

“Why do you think they had this door chained up?” Shazza asked looking around.

“Not sure.” Johns answered moving closer to Fry.

Fry glanced up and looked at me.

“Other buildings weren't secure.” I said.

Elijah hooked his left arm through my right and leaned against my side.

Johns whirled around at my voice. (What kinda merc is he to not know when he's being followed? Especially by one of us.) I sent to Elijah.

I grinned when Elijah chuckled.

“So they ran in here. Heaviest doors. They thought they'd be safe here. But they forgot to lock the cellar.” I finished and then Elijah and I walked over to the shaft to look down inside. Shazza followed. I lifted up my goggles so I could see. The bottom was full of the bones from the settlers…picked clean.

“So that's what happened to my Zeke?” Shazza asked. She looked at me. “And you were there. You were going to kill him.” She sneered.

“No. Just gonna steal his O2.” I said with a shrug. “But I noticed that he didn't hesitate to try and ghost my ass when he killed that survivor from the crash.”

I was referring to the man that Zeke shot when he saw him in front of Shazza at the crash ship right after I escaped. He shot him up good with Johns' pistol.

Shazza looked away and then looked back at me. “Here, take it.” She gave me her O2.

“What? It broken?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Still got a few hits left.” She turned away again. “Startin' to acclimate anyway.”

Liar. Even with the few hit's I've had from Elijah, because of the sparse air the planet has, I haven't been able to acclimate yet. But I took the breather anyway.

I looked over at Johns when he spoke to Fry.

“Ok, so let's board this shaft up and get the fuck outa here. These things seem to stick to the dark so if we stick to the light we should—”

Fry cut him off. “Twenty-two years.” She said quietly.

“What?” Johns asked annoyed.

“These coring samples are dated. The last one was twenty-two years ago today.” She said.

“So…” Johns said. “What's it have to do with anything?”

“I don't know…” Fry trailed off and then walked quickly out of the building muttering something about the settlement house and an Orrery.

I looked down at Elijah. He shrugged.

&&&&&&

We all followed Fry into the Orrery. Imam, the pilgrims, Jack and Paris joined us soon after.

Fry went straight to a solar powered mechanical galaxy that tracked the planet's orbit around the three suns. The device had a year counter and at the moment it was passing 17.

Fry moved the planets with her hand to make it go faster. The counter clicked past 18, 19, 20, 21, 22.

She stopped at that number and we all saw it. The immense ringed planet that was nearby covered all three suns and plunged this planet into complete darkness.

Total eclipse.

“You gotta be shittin' me.” Johns muttered.

I smirked and gave Shazza back the breather.

Looking around at the others I spoke, “You're not afraid of the dark are you?”




End Chapter Two

A/N: Anything I use pertaining to the elves I get from Lord of the Rings…except for the MPREG…that's something I added in. It would be cool if it was in the LotR series, but it's not.