Dark Eyes (A Riddick Story)

A Plan

Leenah

My name is Leenah, and I have found myself once again in the middle of a hellhole called Injecco. When I was younger, I ended up in this place--I was injected millions of time, and my DNA was altered. Of course, I was already different, and Injecco knew that which is why they had done all these things to me. Anyway, I escaped, did everything I could to keep away from being captured again. However, I met someone, someone that had a rep, someone that was wanted all over the universe. I wasn't sure weather he was good or bad for me, but what I did know was that he had a rocking ass body, beautiful black eyes, a sexual urge that made me quiver, and skills that I could only dream of having.

I didn't know if Riddick and I had anything, but I knew there was something about him that...that...anyway. We speant a lot of time together, and then, well, I got captured again. Today marks the hundredth day that I've been in Injecco. It fucking sucks. The only hope I have anymore is that I could have sworn that I smelled Riddick before...that's the only hope. My only regret will be if he doesn't get here in time. In time before Injecco accidently kills me, or worse, succeeds in turning me into a real monster.

I was laying in my bed, and I had to guess it was late. There were no windows in my room, and no lights once the hall light went out. With my vision, I was easily able to see in the dark, but if I could choose to I would be sleeping every minute of every day. It was my day off injections tomorrow, but with how Marston was acting this past week, I wasn't sure I was going to get that day off. In fact, I think the only reason I think I'm having the day off is because they are working on a proper dosage for when they double it. Marston and his supervisor, along with the other scientists and masters, had decided a few days ago that they couldn't wait for statistics anymore, they were just going to up the dosage and hope it wouldn't kill us.

When I thought about that, I couldn't stop thinking about Tully. Would they test on him first or me? What if they decided to test on one of the other poor bastards that resided in this hellish place? I shook my head, squeezing my firsts that rested behind my head. I was on my hard bed, a thin, and I mean super thin, mattress was the only thing between me and the metal. They bolted everything in my room to the floor, because I either broke them, or kept throwing them into the walls. If someone were to look at the concrete walls inside my room, they would think a stampede of animals had tried busting out of this place.

It was hard to sleep, but somehow, like every night, I fell asleep. When I woke up, the light was on outside, illuminating the inside of my room. There had been buzz going on this morning, because I heard the tap tap tap of the roach banging into my door. It was the experiments way of communicating with each other. I jumped off my bed and lie flat on the cold ground. I saw the little legs of the roach as it backed up, walked forward. It continued to do this till I blew under the three inch thick metal door. I saw it's antennas rub against the ground as it felt my hot breath. It turned around and walked away.  It would either walk back to the person who sent the message, or continue on with the message. Before I knew it, the tap tap tap was against my door again.

When I looked under the door, I saw the small, rolled up piece of paper stuck beneath the roach. There was no way my fingers would reach underneath the door, and neither could the road, but we didn't come up with this way of communication for nothing. I grabbed my pillow and pulled a piece of string off of it. I made a lasso out of the small string, and right when the roach walked forward, I looped the lasso around the piece of paper and pulled. The piece of paper was attached to the roach with it's own blood. That way it would be easy to pull off, and easy to stick on. I pulled the piece of paper under the door, and the tapping stopped.

"Bass died. Double dosage injection.-Tully" the message read. It was writing in green, his own blood because they didn't give us pens or pencils. We all had paper that we had stolen from the charts. I knew that if I turned the paper over, there would be numbers all over it. I dropped the paper and clenched my teeth together. I heart clenched at the thought of Bass dying. He was a quiet man, tall, with black eyes kind of like Riddick's but glossier, like a sharks eye. They used him because they don't want Tully or I to die. They would loose everything if we died. I looked at the wall, then down at the paper reading it over and over again. Maybe that was the only option. If I died, if me and Tully died, they would loose their grants, and Injecco would go under.

I shook my head. They would just keep going and make it worse for the other experiments. I knew that wasn't an option.

Riddick

I was in the building, watching the main room. I had snuck in the night before and had been watching and planning for three days. It was going to be difficult to get her out, the inside had more security than the outside, and maybe that was a good thing. I knew that if I shut down the entire place, it would be easy to get them out. What I needed was a riot, and a riot was what this place was going to get. The generators were in the basement, the plan was, turn off the power after destroying the generators. Leenah and everyone else would do the rest. I just had to figure out how to destroy the generators and turn off the power without anyone noticing. Piece of fucking cake. It was almost too easy.

I started making my way lower and lower into down into the buildings. The vents were cramped, but I knew how to make my way through without making a single noise. I had taken this route fifteen times, watching everyone's moves. Where they went, what they did, shit, I even knew their bathroom breaks. I couldn't wait any longer though. I had noticed as I watched that people talked way to god damn much in this place, but that only made it easier for me. They were going to experiment on Leenah the next day, maybe even before the day was out if the bitch scientists got the serum right. It was all about time now, just like it always was.

It was early in the morning, most of the workers for electrical hadn't gotten there yet, and it would be a few hours before they even got there. I took out my knife and placed it in between my teeth. My goggles were on the top of my head as I stared between the opening in the vents. As I predicted, it was quiet and dark. I shoved my knife into the crack of the vent, cracking the metal as it bent forward. I then braced myself against the wall and pushed hard with my foot one time, breaking the screws as the vent pushed out about an inch. I pushed the rest out with my hands and crawled out. I stretched as I straightened up, damn being in there fucking sucked.

I took out my rubber clippers and cut every single wire to the generators. Just for shits and giggles, I took an important part of the machine and brought them back with me into the vent. Quietly, I pulled the vent door back into the place. I pulled hard enough to where it completely went back into place, and maybe even sunk into the wall. It didn't matter if the noticed, there would be nothing they could do about it anyway. I made my way back to the top, and then I sat above where the security lady was. I had gone back to my ship to grab a few things before I started this whole mess, and a homemade bomb was just one of those things. I hooked it up on the vent above her. When I pressed the button to the remote I had clicked onto my shoe, it would explode and crush her beneath it. There would be no way to call anyone outside of the facility, especially since I disconnected all of the satellites so no one could call out. Again, this shit was just too easy.

I made my way to the power lines outside of the facility, putting on my goggles I stepped out of the vent and slunk my way towards them. Most of the security out here was complete pussy work. I took out three guards on my way there, and snapped the neck of the one watched the power lines. When you work at a facility that doesn't see a lot of action, they become sloppy, and maybe that is why it was so easy. Inside a small hut outside of the electric fences was the power house. inside there were four or five people working. I took out my knife, and as soon as I opened the door they rushed toward me. I bent forward as one of the security slung out me with his gun. I used my elbow to punch backwards, knocking him dead or unconscious. Either way worked for me. I threw my knife upwards as the other came toward me, slicing his neck as one guy shot at me. He was too slow, because I used the knife to dodge the bullet as it riccashaed off the blade and into one of the lights.

There were two of them left, and I threw my knife at one that was about to pull the trigger and it stuck right in his skull at the same time I jumped forward and snapped the neck of the one working the security cameras. With not even my breathing altered,  I took out my rubber clippers as I yanked the knife out of his skull and wiped the brain matter on his shirt. As I stuck the knife back into my belt, I grasped the clippers into my hand, and forced it into the grid. Sparks flew in every direction, the lights on the pads going out and the rest of the lights in the room going dark. Already you could hear the hum die out in the rest of Injecco Corporation.. I took it out and stabbed it again, over and over until everything was as black as my eyes.