Coming Undone, 14/?, R, PB/RE:A AU

[Ayabie]

Title: Coming Undone

Author: Ayabie

Chapter: 14/?

Fandom: PB/TCOR/Resident Evil universe crossover

Rating: R

Warnings: Adult situations, Harsh Language, A very small bit of food torture, no the food itself doesn't get tortured. I have nothing against edible things, except maybe liver.

Orientation: Gen/Het (plot)

Pairing: Possibly Riddick/Alice in the future but for now, none

Summary: What if Alice didn't escape at the end of the RE:A movie? What if...  waking up is hard to do?

Disclaimer: Pitch Black and Riddick belong to Universal. Alice and any other references to the Resident Evil movies, books or game universe belong to Sony and Capcom. I own nothing. I'm just playing with their charries.

Feedback: Sure

Archive: AoVD yes. Sure, just ask.

Notes: Okay peeps, yes, yes this is vastly AU but then again when have my stories not been?  This is my first venture into the first crazy peep pov. I hope it works and makes sense! I'd like to thank Jamelith, if it wasn't for her I'd never have gotten this nutty muse. And I'd like to thank all the peeps giving this a chance even if it's not your normal fare. Last but not least this hasn't been beta'ed so... any mistakes are mine.

Follow this to Chapter Thirteen of this shindig.

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Life is made up of lights and shadows. Full of puppets on strings pretending to have free will, speaking hollow words that only have meanings because people say they do. There are even emotions to make the dance more acceptable. Happiness, pleasure, even joy despite just being a toy. It's easier to believe in the smoke and mirror tricks than to think of the alternative. Easier maybe, but not always better. There's nothing in the black. No fears to gnaw at a person. No false words, no hurtful touches. There are no thoughts, no feelings, nothing to hear and nothing to see in the black. Peaceful. At least that's how it was before.

I can't see anything but I can hear things. I hear my heart beating; hear the air going in and out when I breathe. Wait... I'm breathing? Deep breath, air in, let it out slow. Yeah, I'm breathing! But why? My head feels fuzzy, hurts. I'm cold but if I'm in the black I'm not supposed to be able feel or hear anything at all! I'm not supposed to be. Lying down. At least that's what it feels like I'm doing. On something hard... a floor? Yeah, that's it. Hard to think with a fuzzy head.

I curl up and something jingle-jangles. I move my hands again and the sounds come back, something heavy is talking to me! Heavy, on my wrists, keeping them together. Chains! That's what they are! Metal ropes that keep my hands from doing what they want to. Maybe that's why I can still feel and hear, still be me. They must be what's holding me in the now. Even if I got sent to the black.

No, that's not right. That makes no sense. It was a metal dolphin and the sharp quick poke of a needle. That's it! It must be. Needles don't send me to the real black. Pictures start flashing in my mind, tiny knives that cut deep, hurts. Stop it! Stop it! Can't hide from the flickering, shuttering movies playing in my head. I whimper. Don't want to see! Feeding time. No. Won't do it! Even if a keeper says get in. He's a false keeper! He's not a real one! Can't feed me to that thing! So scared, help! Flesh against metal, not a fair test. Not a fair fight!

No, no, no! I try curling up even more but that doesn't stop the flicks against my brain, making me see inside what I don't want to. I see faces looking over and then looking away. Won't help, or can't. Damn them! Hate them. Angry rumbles of thunder full of muttered goddamnits and fucks. Struggling to get loose, have to get away! Almost free when the storm breaks and lightning strikes with a needle-poke in the side. No!

Soft sounds from outside make the flicks against my mind finally stop. Don't want to look at what they make me see anymore. But what if it's just a trick? Instead of pictures, there'll be noises now? Which is better, which is worse? I don't know! I whimper once then hold my breath, waiting. Maybe since I know the score, even the sounds will stop. Maybe it'll all stay away. Leave me alone.

Wait...There. The noises are back. Not inside but out there, out in the black somewhere. One, two, one, two getting closer and louder. No breathing, I have to keep quiet, shhhh. Sitting up is hard. The chains want to talk and pins are poking around inside my arms, making them tingle every time I try to push against the floor. Try, not that it's working. Have to move though, what if there are monsters in the ... wait! I know what the noises are. Footsteps. Getting closer!

A whimper wants to escape again but before it can, I hear the steps stopping and a few faint taps and beeps taking their place. Beep, tap, tap, beep, tap and ... suddenly nothing. I should be happy about the quiet but this false darkness is tricky. Nothingness won't stay that way for long. It brings hurtful pictures in my head or the sounds. There'll be another trick, I know it. Better to use the silence to try getting away again, right? Right! Despite the ants in my hands, I finally manage to sit all the way up.

And then there is light.

I knew it! I knew there was going to be another trick! A line of light slicing through the black. It's sharp like a knife, hurts my eyes. Knives cut and I don't want the brightness cutting me. I struggle to scramble backwards, got to get away but my legs don't want to work any better than my hands do. I can't look away from it and my feet slip and slide, moving me back but not enough, not enough! The floor is slick and the light's growing wider, eating the black. No matter how far I go, it follows me, trying to tickle my toes or eat them. I don't stop until I hit something hard, cold. A wall? I press myself against it whatever it is. No time to think of right words now. A sea of brightness is going to swallow me whole.

But suddenly the darkness fights back. There's a shadow in the light and it's saving my feet. I don't want to look up and see what's saving me, especially when thunder starts rolling, crashing over me like the light wanted to. The noises make my head have hurts. A flicker of an image in my mind. Touching inside, it hurts, biting, cutting. Me. I know that sound, remember it. It's bad. It's... Oh no, no, no! I hunch my shoulders, maybe if I make myself look smaller he'll just go away and let the light get me. Rather that than him!

"About time you woke up. I was gettin' bored." More rumbles of his laughter and the shadow moves closer. Won't look up! "Hungry?"

My stomach growls and my chains jingle-jangle when I press my hands against my middle. Pressing down doesn't make the noises stop though. Grumble, grumble. I hear the false keeper coming closer to me, his footsteps echo. Won't look up! Won't be trapped by the me but not me in his goggles! I glance over and when I see his boots, I look away. Dirty. Figures. Real keepers are always neat and tidy. Always! Let someone else do the dirty work. False keeper, dirty, tricky liar.

"I said 'hungry'?" His thunder's a purr but that's a trap, a trick. All of his words are. I remember. I ignore him. But I start sniffing. I can't help it. There's a new scent in the air, smells good, makes my stomach rumble. Food. Not so easily ignorable. Won't give in, won't look over again.

Now that the light's making unseen things seen, there isn't much to see. I look around but not over there, where he is. The floor and another wall decorated with scratches and scrapes. Focus on the lines and not the scent. But it smells like food, warm food. My mouth waters. Need food! No, I won't answer his question and I don't want the food. But I do want. My mouth makes words before I can stop it.

"... No."

His hurtful laughter, his thunder, fills the room, crushing me. Why? I answered! Go away now! But he doesn't, I hear him moving closer to me instead. Won't look! Don't want to see what just clinked down on the floor next to me. A plate maybe? Don't know, only care a little. And I don't have time to wonder about it before he's suddenly grabbing my chin and making me look at him. No!

"I'm thinkin' you're lyin' to me." He's smiling but the me but not me trapped in his goggles isn't. "You are, aren't you?"

The other me's raging in her flat glass prison. But she's not me, I'm not her and as much as I want to keep making the no words, they won't come out. None of the words circling around in my head do and I can't stop looking at the other. She reminds me of things. I remember the rules now. I'm so scared. I shouldn't have said anything. Denying a keeper, even a false one, brings hurts. Always. I forgot. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Don't take my feet away again!

[Xavienne]

"I'm not her and as much as I want to keep making the no words, they won't come out. No words do and I can't stop looking at the other. "

This line needs something so it doesn't seem to contradict itself.
Perhaps the second sentence should be "None of my words do" for clarity?

[Xavienne]

By the way? other than that one line, this was great!  Can't wait to see a bit more of her interation with Riddy.

[Ayabie]

Xavi-peep!

 First off big giant TY's for your fb!! Very muchly appreciated and this whole chapter wouldn't have been finished if it wasn't for ya!

I tweaked that line, hopefully it works better now, but if it doesn't feel free to bop me again.

And what's that ya say about more Riddy interaction... shame they're now trapped on a ship and she's going to have to deal with him huh?

Anyways, once again thank you so much for staying with this trainwreck!

[Xavienne]

 That's better now!
I'm glad I motivated you to keep writing; I love your stuff! (If I like it there must be others out there that do too!)

[StvnsAngel]

I love your stuff! (If I like it there must be others out there that do too!)

But of course! And I second that. I love your stuff too Aya.

I'm just happy to see a new chapter up!  

Don't know, only care a little.

I still love that line.

I can't wait to see what's gonna happen now. She can't avoid him any longer. And I'm dying to see just how your Riddick is. Twisted? Maybe a little decency in him? Will he take pity on her when he realizes how crazy and lost she is? Will be fun to see it unfold and play out.

[Ayabie]

Xavi & CP peeps!

 Thank ya'll both for ya FB! Ya'll already know how much I appreciate it, but if ya don't, insert proper bowing and praising ya'll here!

Xavi - YAYAY!! It worked! *whew!*

CP -

I'm just happy to see a new chapter up!

*hangs head in shame* I am so sorry to have been so slow with this one. Damned waking up from being drugged chapters, they be evil! Especially when reality is skewed as it is without adding powerful drugs to the mix.

She can't avoid him any longer. And I'm dying to see just how your Riddick is. Twisted? Maybe a little decency in him? Will he take pity on her when he realizes how crazy and lost she is?

This means I have to work again doesn't it? Uh oh!

Once again, thank ya sooo much for stickin' with this trainwreck!

[StvnsAngel]

This means I have to work again doesn't it? Uh oh!

Once again, thank ya sooo much for stickin' with this trainwreck!

Why yes it does.

And it's not a trainwreck! I love ya story! Tis fun reading it!

[Ratatosk]

Do you throw tarot?  Your Alice reminds me a lot of the Eight of Swords.  Paralyzed force, gesture without motion, trapped at the edge of death’s dream kingdom.  In a stable bad place.  Surrounded by swords she can’t use; by weapons she has not mastered.  If she could open her eyes, if she could take up the sword, if she could just punch her way out of her grave, she could free herself.  But if she stays on her appointed path through the minor arcana.  Minor birth, minor death.  If some kindly force does not intervene, the path she’s on takes her through nightmares and ego death.  Poor woman.

[Ayabie]

Heya R-Peep!

 First off thank you so much for ya fb, tis very muchly appreciated!

Do you throw tarot?

Not really, I tried to learn when I was a younger 'Bie but with my attention span... *shaking head* I even have a few decks! See I tried.

Ya know I really enjoy seein' ya take on this! Thank ya for stickin' with this!

[Romany]

Hello!

I've been lousily bad about feeding back on stuff lately, but I do love this particular AU.

A couple of very minor nits (yes, I know, but I wouldn't be Rommie if I didn't pick nits, now, would I?... what do you mean, "that would be a GOOD thing"??):  

"I said hungry?"

I think 'hungry' needs to be in inverted commas before the quotation marks, since he's quoting himself.

"I'm thinkin' you're lying to me."

My obsession with symmetry and I feel that this would be more pleasing to the eye as "I'm thinkin' you're lyin' to me." This is what I like to consider a Borderline Call.
 

None of the words circling around in my head do

Neat fix!

Absolutely loving this.


Rom

[Ayabie]

Heya Romany-Peep!

First of all thank you so much for your fb!! Tis muchly and greatly appreciated! And hey no beating yaself up for not fb'ing lots, peeps get busy and all that and I'm just all bouncy that ya liking this train wreck!

Now on to ya points!

A couple of very minor nits (yes, I know, but I wouldn't be Rommie if I didn't pick nits, now, would I?... what do you mean, "that would be a GOOD thing"??)

Tis a good thing silly, keeps me on me toes! And makes me use my brain for more than keepin' my skull from caving in and that's just not an attractive look!

I think 'hungry' needs to be in inverted commas before the quotation marks, since he's quoting himself.

Consider those ' 's slapped in!

My obsession with symmetry and I feel that this would be more pleasing to the eye as "I'm thinkin' you're lyin' to me."

The g's mysteriously gone only to be replaced by a '... I don't know how that happened.

Absolutely loving this.

*blushes* TY!! And thank you again for ya fb!

[Jypzi Knight]

Life is made up of lights and shadows. Full of puppets on strings pretending to have free will, speaking hollow words that only have meanings because people say they do

There's some real truth for ya!

This is a fabulous fic, Aya! I'm really glad I put aside the housework for a while to lose myself in your creativity!

[Ayabie]

Katt-Peep!!

Uh oh! Not only did I kill ya, but now I may get ya in trouble for lack o' cleaning! O.O!!!

Have I mentioned yet that ya THE Katt?! TY!

[Nicolina]

I have only a few words to say:

Riddick! Be nice to our Alice!