Rivers Run Deep

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 14



He couldn’t look away. He couldn’t bring himself to separate his gaze from hers. As much as he wanted to rip her head off, there was something about her eyes. Something that was…familiar.


Her eyes were green, greener than Uni’s, but there was no light in them. Even oomans that he fought to their death’s, there was a light that shone behind their eyes, the light of life, a life that was about to end. But these eyes…this ooman’s eyes, were already dead. He saw in their depths…nothing. Not even his reflection.


He’d seen a look like that before. He knew he had. The emptiness was so familiar, like an old friend coming to visit, and staying far too long. It was the same look that stared at him every morning when he looked in the self viewer. The emptiness he felt when he returned alive from one of his solitary hunts, and the pain of reality when he’d repair the wound on his hand for the fifth time.


How could she have that look? How could she resemble that emptiness? Had she not moved on after her family’s deaths? Did she not mourn as others had done? Why? Why did he suddenly feel that he could not kill her? Why didn’t he want to kill her? Why couldn’t he look away?


He hadn’t realized that she had stopped pushing against him. Nor had he realized he had stopped pushing on her. Her staff hung at her side, by one hand. She never left his eyes. He watched in amazement as tears began to roll down her cheeks. There was no sound, but her tears just flowed, non stop. His heart kicked him deep in his chest.






She stared back into those empty amber eyes. The face of the creature before her was the image of rage and hatred. Yet his eyes…his eyes were different. They didn’t shine. Any life form that had eyes, there was always a light that shone in them. The light that indicated life. But she didn’t see that light in his eyes. She didn’t even see her reflection. That look was so familiar. It scared her.


It was the same look she’d see in her own eyes, every time she looked in a mirror. An emptiness she knew she shared, each time she looked at her brother’s bike. He suffered a loss in his life, she realized, a loss he felt as deeply as she felt knowing that her family was gone. Her tears rolled down her cheeks freely, her strength gone, she couldn’t fight any more. Her fight wasn’t with him, it wasn’t really with the four that she left wounded back at the gym either. Her fight was with her own heart, a heart that ached so deep she thought she’d never feel anything else.


A tear slid down his cheek, and he wiped it away. Did he know she understood? Did he realize that he understood her pain? More of his tears fell, and gently she wiped them away.






Why was this happening? Why was she crying? Why did it hurt so much to watch her cry? Was she crying because he stopped trying to kill her? Absently he wiped a trickle of blood from his face,. She brought her hand to his face, gently wiping the moisture away from his skin. It wasn’t blood. Was he crying? No that was weak. His heart kicked his chest again, and he let out a mournful groan. She looped her arms around his neck. Why did she do that? His heart kicked once more, only far more powerful than before.






His growl was more a muffled cry, she knew that. He was trying to fight the pain down, she’d done it herself. How could she show him it was alright? Carefully she looped her arms around his neck. Sometimes the only way to cry was in the arms of a stranger. Then there were no prejudgments, no attempts at false understanding. She knew, she understood. There was nothing false about that.







The night air filled with a horrific cry, so alien, yet so full of sorrow. They dropped their spears together, and he held her to him. Groan after pain filled groan ripped from his body, he couldn’t stop. How could it hurt so much? How could she understand what he felt? How could he find comfort in her arms, when he could not among his own people? As his howls lessened in volume, he heard her crying.






She held him tight. He needed her strength. She couldn’t hold her cries any longer, she couldn’t help it, long haggard cries, coming from a place so deep, she thought she’d die. Her tears soaked his neck where she’d buried her face. She needed his strength, needed someone strong enough to purge the rage from her, and hold her while she died inside.






His Uni was gone. Their child was gone. He wanted to die to join them, but instead he lived. Survived by rage and grief, till he found the one person strong enough to subdue his rage, and yet still be strong enough to comfort him as he grieved. No one could have ever guessed that he’d find that one person here, on a planet full of prey.






Her family was gone. Her mother, her two new siblings, her father, her brother…her dear sweet brother. How could one person survive so long with a pain like that buried so deep? She had. She got mad, hell she got furious. So enraged that she’d even take on the Sheriff, to hell with the consequences. She’d beaten the crap out of four men, who were bigger, stronger, and more experienced than she. Yet her rage fueled her strength, and she prevailed.


She’d come to this place to end it, to end her life. She would have thrown herself into the canyon, just to be rid of the pain, let the river carry it, and her, away. But at the last moment, she stopped. She couldn’t do it. To kill one’s self was the ultimate cowardly act. She couldn’t do that. But how could she go on?


Little did she know the answer came in the form of an alien, as enraged and grief stricken as she. She wondered what had happened to make him that way. What kind of loss had he suffered, that caused him to find the only place to grieve without judgment.


The wind was cold suddenly across her skin. The strength in her arms gave out. She was cold. She felt weak. Was she tired? She could hardly breathe. Was he crushing her? His growls and groans had ceased, and he shifted his position. She didn’t have the strength to stay upright. He caught her as she fell before him.


She watched is crab like face twitch as he looked her over. Did he really look like that? He touched her leg. It hurt! But she hadn’t the strength to cry out. He brought his hand up. It was covered in her blood. Was she injured that badly? She looked down at the wound on her left leg. She could see the muscle beneath the skin, the blood all over the ground from their fight.


“Oh god,” she strangled from her throat, and turned her gaze back to the panic stricken alien. “I’m gona die. Aren’t I?” Frantically he started to move, reaching for boxes that were secured to his outfit. “Please…don’t leave me?!” She could see Mr. Com and Ralph join her then, both pulling out long strips of gauze, wrapping it tightly around her legs. She was dying. NO! She couldn’t die! She didn’t want to die!! “Please…” The alien locked eyes with her again, before jabbing one of his syringes into her stomach. The pain was horrific! She couldn’t breath, couldn’t scream!


“EL!” she heard Ralph calling. “EL!!! Breathe El! Breathe!!”


She felt like she was flying, the wind in her hair, the movement of the ground beneath her. She was going to die, and there was nothing…nothing they could do to stop it.