Rivers Run Deep

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WARNING: The following work of fiction contains, extream violence, course language (at times), sexual sudgestions, nudety, and explicit sex. If you are
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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 11



She was PISSED!!! These were supposed to be Mr. Com’s most treasured students, and all they turned out to be, were thugs. Three already lay on the floor, stunned from her blows. Now she would face down Kevin. His grin was wide, and his eyes shined of the horrors he would do to her. That wasn’t going to happen. She narrowed her eyes at him, her temper really boiled. She was going to wipe the floor with his ass.


“Oh shit,” was all he said, and she went from defensive, to offensive, and attacked like she was going to kill.


He blocked her three powerful strikes, but the fourth caught his hand directly on his staff. “SHIT!” She then turned her hand on her staff, the same on he’d told her to change, and swung her staff at his head. He realized then, as the staff made contact with his chin and ear at the same time, why she held the staff that way. It was like she back handed him, the staff and extension of her hand.


Blood flew across the floor from his split cheek, and he staggered with a loud ringing in his left ear. She didn’t give him a chance to recover, as she brought the staff down again, soundly on the back of his head, then jabbed the end several times in his chest, not stopping till she heard the sickening crack of his ribs, and he went down.


Allen had recovered enough to leap over his friend, and lunge at her, a sy in each hand. She blocked the deadly points with the staff, several times, kicking and punching to block his other hand, as her staff would block the first. He realized that her nails were not fake, as she dug them into the flesh of his trapped wrist, drawing blood. “FUCK!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR!!!?” He kicked her in the chest, sending her across the floor. She rolled away as he leapt to where she had landed, a sy embedded in the floor mat where she’d been. Before raising, she swept her staff behind him, he caught it between his ankles. “NOT SO FAST!!” She quickly stood and pulled her staff up, sending the end to his groin. Or at least that was the plan. He flipped his body from the end of the staff, keeping his family jewels safe. “You’re going for broke aren’t you?!” and he lunged at her again, this time faster. He swung at her shoulders, and was blocked several times, he tried to attack her midsection, and then up, but she defended, but it left her lower region vulnerable, which is what he hoped.


He sliced the end of his sy down her left thy, from just below her hip joint to her knee. He also sliced sideways, and caught the top of her right knee. He didn’t get a chance to gloat as she flipped herself back, both her feet connecting with his chin. Though he stayed upright, he was dazed, and she took him down, her staff landing square on the top of his head hard. He flopped to the floor, unconscious.


Daniel caught one of the hinged ends of his staff around hers, and pulled it away. She was weaponless now, as the burly man faced her down. “CRAZY BITCH!!!” he yelled, swinging the end at her in a combination of moves that had her leaping dodging, and tumbling to avoid. She watched him twirl the ends of the staff around in front of himself, trying to intimidate her. But she wasn’t that stupid. If she wanted to take him out, she needed to get in close. But how? He lunged at her again, and she flipped back once more. When she landed she looked above for a second, noticing she had come under the uneven bars. Quickly she looked back to him, as he came at her once more. Usually she had someone help her to get onto the bars, being the shortest one was higher than she was tall, but somehow, she didn’t think she needed the help.


She easily leapt to the bar, bringing her legs up and out. She just missed his head. She pulled herself up, and did a handstand on the bar, turning around, then let gravity do the rest. Daniel was just turning as she did her maneuver, and as she came down, the heels of her purposely flattened feet, connected with his face. He staggered back, stumbling over the end of the staff, and fell.


She brought herself expertly to the higher bar, did a quick turn over the bar, then dropped…right on his chest. She didn’t break his ribs, remarkably, but the force of her landing knocked the wind from him and with her firmly in place, he couldn’t take another breath. He passed out, the blood of her leg running down his chest, to the floor.


“OK BITCH!!!” she quickly turned to the fourth, Tommy, as he tore through the sashes that held the scabbards to his blades. “GLOVES ARE OFF!!!!!” He lashed the swards to either side of him as he moved forward with the intent to do as much damage as possible. The scabbards flew out from the blades, the shiny silver metal gleaming in the lights of the gym.


He came at her fast, trying to separate her head from her shoulders. He gained a few strands of her hair, a slice of her shirt, but never once drew blood as Allen had. He tried to stab at her, rather than swipe, only she would dodge at the last second, her gymnastic moves and flexibility saving her he was sure. He over reached, trying to stab her as she left from under the bars, she spun around quickly, moving up the sward’s flat side quickly. She grabbed his wrist with her left hand, as she brought her right elbow up, and connected with his cheek bone. He staggered from the stunned move, and she felt the nerve in her elbow pain in complaint, as she knew it was on the brunt end of the attack when it hit his bone.


She rubbed her elbow, and noted he’d dropped one of his swards. She grabbed it, and threw it at him, but not before breaking the blade from the hilt with her foot. The move left a severe cut along the instep of her right foot. Tommy looked at his broken blade, then back at her, his eyes a storm of rage. “Oh bitch you’re gona pay.” He stalked after her at a brisk walk, she backed away, as his pace increased to a run, she began to flip her body backwards, with each completed flip she increased the speed, till she landed where her staff was.


Not wanting to bend down and take it, she stomped her foot on the end, causing the staff to raise, she grasped it, and stopped Tommy’s downward thrust, just in time. “THE STAFF,” Kevin shouted from across the floor, still far too dazed to rise to his feet, as he stumbled around. “BREAK THE FUCKING STAFF!!!”


Tommy nodded, in a lightning move that was faster than she’d seen before, even from herself, he slapped the staff from her hands, and in mid air he let his sward fly, the staff was snapped in two, the pieces falling to either side. She rolled to his side, and rose, looping her arms around his, trapping his back to hers. She looked to where the staff pieces fell as he struggled to free himself. He couldn’t reach the sward around to stab her, she’d locked him in tight, but also effectively locking herself. She couldn’t reach both pieces at the same time, and if she let him go, he would still have the upper hand, and she’d probably sustain a more serious injury. “Giving up so soon bitch,” he taunted. He was as trapped as she, and she knew it. “If you give up now, we’ll only fuck you till you scream.”


She slung him around in his arrogance, and landed a hard kick to his groin. Though he blocked most of the blow, he still doubled over, the first blow’s pain renewed. She dashed over and grabbed one of the broken staff ends. He swung his sward, and cut the flesh at the back of her thy, she wiped around, and stomped her foot down on the blade, breaking off the end. She then swung out with an upward stroke, catching the edge of his chin, his lip getting jammed between his teeth. As she dashed for the other staff end, he spat out blood to the floor. “Ok bitch, now you die.” But he never got a chance to strike.


She landed both ends of the staff, hard to his midsection, as he doubled over, she brought the ends down on his back, He staggered to rise, but she struck twice to his head, once from the left, and again from the right, and she kept doing so, till his head, and he, slumped to the floor, in a bloody stupor.


She headed towards the stands to grab her jacket, knocking out Kevin and Allen as she went, in their semi conscious state, they didn’t stand a chance. She dropped her staff ends, and grabbed her jacket, turning around she looked at the men, splayed out on the floor. She then left, the sound of her heart thundering in her ears. It was as though she never noticed the blood running freely down her legs. Outside, she straddled her bike, and turned the key, in a spray of dust and gravel she sped off into the night.