furya's heart's

plane's down

Riddick

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.

Transporting me with civilians. Sounds like forty, forty plus. 

Heard a Arab voice. Some hoodoo holy man, probably on his way to New Mecca.

But what route? What route?

The smell of a woman. Sweat, boots, tool belt leather. Prospector type. Free settlers, and they only take the back roads...

Heard a little commotion before the rest of the passengers boarded. Another woman. Sweet, like caramel, vanilla, chocolate, and coffee. A hard bite of peppers. Woman likes her spicy food. The smell of rain and ozone still clinging to her. Funny, it wasn't raining outside. I'll have to inspect her later.

And here's my real problem. Mr. Johns, blue-eyed devil.

Planning on taking me back to slam. Only this time he picked a ghost lane.

Long time between stops.

Long time for something to go wrong.

My mind turned to the words across my chest in beautiful script. There's moonlight in your eye's  beautiful.What does that even mean, anyway? Everybody who's ever met me thinks they're the eyes of a soulless animal...

I listened, cocking my head in the mystery woman's direction. She was awake, too. Interesting. She's an animal, too. I smirked around my bit. This trip got more entertaining as I heard a soft rhythmic thunk against her glass. Guess she isn't the most patient person. Like a tiger in a cage.

Belle

I hate my life.Thunk. I hate my life. Thunk. I hate my fucking  life. Thunk. God is such an  asshole.  Thunk. What did I do- Thunk -to deserve this? Thunk. It's so fucking BORING. Thunk. Been out here for MONTHS! Thunk. Can't something interesting happen?

A strange noise caught my attention and pulled me from my pass time of knocking my head against the glass of the sarcophagus. I tilted my head at the odd sound. Like a vacuum. Not the engine part. The sucking part. I could feel a hard ball of dread in the pit of my stomach as I remembered the saying, 'be careful what you wish for'. The shuttle craft began to quake, rattling me around in my death trap of a box. I wanted to scream, but the sound built up in my throat and could go no further. My heart hammered against my rib-cage, a staccato of fear and adrenalin. My hand found the handle in the wall of my glass and steel prison and yanked it, sending me tumbling out of my coffin. The whole shuttle jerked again, nearly sending me into a steel support beam. I latched onto it with all my might. No way would I die here.

There was shouting up front, but with the creaking of the hull and the roaring of blood in my ears, I couldn't make out what was happening. The jerks were getting harder to fight against, but I held steadily to the beam, fighting the tunnel vision that began to grow narrower and narrower before going black completely. All of my senses numbed.

 Fuck, my head hurts. What the hell happened? I pulled myself from the kneeling position I was in, arms in a bruising deadlock around some metal beam. I let go with a wince at the bruises that were already beginning to form. I looked around at all the destruction around me. A good portion of the back of the cabin I was in was gone. The heat, I couldn't determine if it was from the planet we crashed on, or the heat from the crash itself. I wanted to groan at the lack of oxygen making my chest tight. Around me, others were coming out of their coffins, reminding me of vampires. Children calling for an 'Imam' and a woman calling for her 'Zeke'. I moved quietly through the wreckage, determining if I was in very much danger. I was moving quietly toward the cockpit, watching a woman throwing things out of her way to reach her crewmate.