Rivers Run Deep

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 13



It was easy enough to find the ooman vehicle. It was the only one for quite a distance, and this late at night, not many vehicles were moving away from the town. He watched his scanners as he tried to find the perfect place to bring the female to a stop, but was surprised and excited, as she turned off the major road and headed into a deserted area.


He caught his mandibles twitching excitedly, knowing she’d be alone very soon. Then he noticed the second vehicle following her, a lone occupant inside. “Ooman! Be GONE!!” he roared and watched as the vehicle passed the female’s, abandoned, and caught up with her, as she continued on foot. He hoped this ooman would not remove her, his hunt would only just begin when she got to her destination. But as she struggled passed him, he realized she wanted nothing to do with him. Still he pressed after her, even after she disabled him.


“Son of a HARD MEAT!” he cursed, and armed his weapons. He’d make sure he thought twice of going after her, and fired on his vehicle. The explosion shocked him, and knocked the female to the ground. As he passed over them to get a better angle to blow the ooman away, he was pleased that the female had taken care of him instead.


She was on the move once more, running, heedless of the flow of blood down her legs. His mandibles stretched out full, his excitement growing by leaps and bounds. This ooman was indeed going to be a fine catch.


He landed his ship on the other side of a hill, the only flat place near this small outcropping. He secured his mask, and took his spare staff with him, then ran for where she had stopped, overlooking the huge gouge in the earth.


The wind was blowing softly, the strands of her hair flying back from her face. As he approached he sniffed the air, then replaced his mask. The scent of her blood on the air was strong, and it boiled his blood, knowing he’d soon be locked in the most heated battle yet. He calmly walked up to the edge of the canyon, not far from where she stood. He then dropped his cloak, clicking his mandibles to gain her attention. She turned to him, her features strong, every muscle in her body poised to attack. He growled gently, this was going to be good.


Suddenly lights from a vehicle came from over the rise, as another came to a stop, illuminating the pair on the ridge. His eyes never left her as he calmly walked around to cut the oomans off as they exited the vehicle. As the pair approached he could tell by their voices, it was the fat man and the old one. They must have been made aware of her leaving by the noise of her vehicle. He growled at them, turning at last in their direction. He raised his second spear to them, warning them not to approach, and they backed away.


He turned back to the female, she had not taken her eyes from him. Good, she was ready to fight. He tossed her his second spear, she caught it, spun it to test its balance, looped her arm around it, held it to her side, and took a stance.


She was ready. So was he.


He took his own spear from the clamp on his leg, and took his own stance, pressuring the ends to fly out. The pair then began to circle one another.






“Dear GOD What is that!!!” Ralph asked, as the two men stepped out of the car.


“I do not know,” Mr. Com answered, as the strange being began to cut them off from El.


“She doesn’t look good. EL!!!” Mr. Com grabbed his friend’s arm, as the creature growled at them. It wouldn’t let them pass. “I think I have a couple tire irons in the trunk.”


“We can’t take that thing down! Look at the size of it!!” He watched as it tossed the spear to El. “Besides, he’s not interested in us.”


“ITS GONA KILL HER!”


“Wait!” MR. Com watched the pair circle each other. “She’s not herself, remember what the officer said. Something is wrong.”


“Do you think her work with your friends has pushed her over the edge?”


Mr. Com looked El over as she came close to where they were. Her face was pale, and her skin a sickly white. Her left leg was the worse, with gouges in her skin down both sides, and her right showing a wound just above her knee. She didn’t seem to notice her wounds. “I am afraid…it may have.”


“What do we do?”


“Let him fight her. She seems to want to. If we try to help her, try to stop her, she’ll only bring us to our knees as she did with the others. Do you have a first aid kit in that car?”


“A small one.”


“Get it. If he doesn’t kill her, she’ll need treatment. And a hospital.”






El was the first to attack, her strong blows blocked effortlessly by the huge monster before her. It didn’t seem to bother her, that she’d lost so much blood, as her speed and power increased. She kicked his knee, gaining a groan of displeasure as it bent unnaturally back from the force. He retaliated with a series of jabs and swipes with his own staff, landing a solid blow to her side. She didn’t notice as much as he’d hoped. Perhaps he was being too soft. He’d fix that.


He shifted the vision of his mask through the different spectrums, settling on the ooman’s sight. He wanted to watch her face as he fought her, wanted to see where her eyes would go. They would tell him where she’d attack, and he’d be ready. He went after her again, as she ducked, leapt, and dodged his blows. Finally he connected wither staff. Her strength was phenomenal, it surprised him greatly. Never had he encountered an ooman that strong, and definitely not this small. She pushed him back, her swipes of her staff, fast and deadly. The staffs they fought with weren’t those puny blunted wooden things, these were the finest Yautja combi staffs ever made, and he made sure the pints were sharp.


The end of her staff sliced through the flesh of his abdomen, but not completely through the layers of skin. A small trickle of blood when down his body, slipping beneath the armor around his waist. “You’ll pay for that ooman!” he growled, and went on the offensive. He tried to knock the staff from her hands, and unlike those stupid males, he would not give her a change to get away before delivering the death blow. But as the staff flew, so did she. Down between his legs, and out the other side. The little ooman caught the staff as it came down, and slammed the end of it into his side as he turned.


She’d aimed too high, and the end pierced his armor, but would go no further. It cut his skin, yes, but no fatal wound came of the blow. Grabbing the end he wrenched it free, and tackled her to the ground. She brought up her staff to block his, as he tried to get it across her throat. He pressed more of his weight onto it, roaring in triumph as her strength began to wien.


Suddenly there was a great weight on his back, it unbalanced him, toppling him to the side. As the female rose to her feet, the weight scrambled away. He looked over to see the fat male getting to his feet. He’d teach that fat slob to interfere with is kill. He triggered his shoulder cannon. He wouldn’t kill him, just wound him enough to keep him down. Before the weapon could fire, he felt a searing pain in his shoulder, as the circuits shorted out. He turned to find the female had jammed her spear into the mounting mechanism, and disabled the connection to the cannon. He threw her off. If she kept pressing down, she would have driven her spear through his shoulder.


He ripped off the cannon, and tossed it aside. Before he could rise, the female swung her staff, and sliced the bottom of his mask off. He put his hand to his face, the sight lenses of the mask still worked, they went clear from the damage, still broadcasting the ooman vision to his eyes. He took his hand away, there was blood. She’d cut his face. He looked up to see her struggling with the two males as they tried to take her away. He got to his feet. He was furious. These two sorry excused for males were trying to deny him the right to kill his prey. This was going to stop, and it was going to stop RIGHT NOW!!!


He crouched down low, and roared his fury. His arms pulled back as he flexed his powerful muscles. The female saw him, she knew what he wanted, and she would gladly give him the butt kicking he deserved. She shook the two men off, and ran at the alien. She brought her weapon down on him as hard as her tiny frame would allow, he blocked her repeated blows, finally catching her staff and holding it, throwing her around, trying to disarm her. He wanted to move the battle, and if she truly wanted to kill him, she would follow. She held onto the staff, her hand strength more than he bargained. They stopped in the lights of the vehicle and pushed against each other to try and unbalance the other.


For a moment, their eyes locked.