Title: Never Him
Author: Heather Ewert
Fandom: Pitch Black
Pairing: read and find out..
Rating: NC-17 for rape
Feedback: Yes!
Disclaimer: The usual. Pitch Black and it's characters ain't mine.
Archive: Not without permission
Jack never heard him coming. She couldn't ever have suspected. Never him. She heard him come up behind her. She felt his breath on her shoulder. Turning she looked at his face and was surprised by what she saw there. She didn't even recognize him. His mouth was turned into a snarl and he grabbed her.
"What the fuck? Let me go!" His hands were like vises on her shoulders. Never him. He pushed her to the ground. With his weight balanced on top of her she was almost defenseless. Almost. Jack lashed out and bit the sonofabitch right on the neck. He didn't even respond. It was like he didn't feel the pain.
It was wrong that she should be stuck underneath him like this. That she could see all of the intentions in his eyes. There was even a flash of regret there, like he knew what he was doing but couldn't stop. He kissed her fiercely. Forcing his tongue in her mouth, ripping her shirt. It was all happening so slowly. Never him. His hands caressed her body, her breasts. Jack screamed at him and cursed, but no one could hear. Then he backhanded her and she fell silent.
He pulled off her pants and began to undo his buckle. She was unprepared when it happened and tears filled her eyes. His blood began to drip onto her face.
It was disgusting, the way he groaned on top of her and whispered in her ear. "Carolyn." The shock would have been visible on her face had he bothered to look. It wasn't even her he was with, but Carolyn. The sicko had some sort of crush on her and she never even realized it.
She began to gag as he climaxed. He was taking her virginity. He was taking more than that, the part of her that was clean and pure. Tears streamed down her face and Jack felt part of her soul slip away. He was stripping away her trust and compassion, leaving her cold inside. He fell on top of her...crushing her. She couldn't breathe.
The worst was when he began to talk. "Oh...what have I done? I'm sorry. Oh, God, I'm so sorry." I'm sorry, over and over. As if his apologies could possibly erase what he had just done.
"Get off of me, now." Jack didn't even recognize her own voice. Cold and distant, like someone else was talking through her body. "Now, you BASTARD."
He quickly got up and began to fumble with his pants. His eyes widened and he fell to the ground. Jack rolled quickly, narrowly avoiding being crushed by him again. She looked at the long knife piercing his back. Never him. Then she rolled over, curled up on the floor and began to sob.
Jack felt a pair of arms being wrapped around her. She tensed, but didn't fight when she heard his voice, slowly talking and comforting her. He lifted her off the floor, hastily gathering her clothing around her. He put her down outside of the room and walked back into it. She heard the door sliding shut. Then she heard a scream, loud and agonizing. It made Jack want to grind her teeth together.
She knew what was happening in there. He wasn't going to die quickly. It would be slow, could take days even. She got up and stumbled toward the shower, knowing she could rub her skin raw and not feel clean. She was going to try anyway. She felt so dirty. But what scared her most was the cold feeling. It was the feeling of pure, blinding hate. Hate and bitterness.
Riddick was going to kill Johns, inch by inch, piece by piece. And she didn't care one bit. If she had the strength she would have gone to help him. She would have never suspected him. Never him.