Rivers Run Deep

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 19



“You’ll need to take the bike,” he told her. “If Bastion sees it, he’ll believe you’re still here. Take the leather outfit, and whatever clothes you can fit into a large backpack. Bastion will be looking for someone like that.”


“What will you do?” she asked, turning from Tusk’s gentle touch. “You can’t lie to Bastion.”


“Well, I don’t intend too. Don’t tell me when you go. Just make sure it is at night. You’re bike is out back, we refueled it, and stood it up next to where Tusk enters his ship.”


“His ship is out there?!”


“Yes, but you can’t see it. There’s some kind of cover over it. It’s amazing. Anyway, take the bike, just don’t start it up. You know how loud it is. I won’t know when you go, or where you go, so I can’t tell Bastion anything, and it will all be the truth.”


“You’re taking an awful chance.”


“Just make sure El, that there is nothing, and I mean nothing, in your room to indicate he was there.”

She nodded.






That night, she stuffed as much into her camping backpack as she could. Socks, underclothes, pants and shirts, she also took her toothbrush, toothpaste, and other toiletries. She burned all the cleanex that was remaining in the room, and sent Tusk with all the glasses down to the kitchen. She folded up the blankets that were on the floor, and put them in her closet, where she’d often kept extras, and returned the extra pillows to her bottom dresser drawer.


She gasped for breath as she rose form the floor, her leg was killing her. There was no way for sure, even when she fully recovered, that she’d ever be able to perform as she had. But somehow, now, that didn’t bother her.


Ver’On returned to see her leaning on the low cabinet where she’d kept her clothes. She was in pain, not emotional as they both had been of late, but physical. He knelt in front of her, gently prodding her left thy with his fingers. She’d grimsed now and then, and finally gasped as he pressed the back of her leg. There was quite a bit of muscle damage, damage he could not repair here. He needed an actual physician to help her. Field medicine, which all hunters were taught, was not going to make her better.


She’d never be able to fight as she had before. Not because of the muscle damage, but her heart just wasn’t up to it any more. Her rage was gone. Her spark to fight was gone, and in a way, he was grateful. Gently he rubbed up and down her leg, through her soft sleeping pants. As he did, he looked at the bag next to the door, along with the leather outfit draped over it. He knew they would have to take the strange machine, perhaps it would come in useful one day, but her clothes, they would have to go.


No female on his ship ever wore clothes to bed, neither did the males for that matter, and the everyday clothes that the females wore, were designed by the females who wore them, or had them made by an artist. From what he saw, she lacked the sewing skills, so the artist would have to be called in.


He picked her up and laid her on the bed, covering her with the blanket. Quietly he opened her room door, and left with the bag she’d packed.


It was very dark outside, lots of cloud cover. A perfect night to get away. He cloaked himself as he went outside, and loaded not only her bag, but her riding machine as well. Before leaving he grabbed a large black cloak from his storage trunk and headed back inside. Upon returning to the room however, the female had fallen asleep.


He wrapped her gently in the cloak, making sure none of her pale skin could be seen, he then went out the back door, and boarded his ship. It was her sneeze that woke her up. He pulled the hood back to see that some of her hair had drifted to her face, and had tickled her nose. He was glad that he’d sealed the ship before she sneezed.


He opened a folding seat and set her down, securing a belt around her hips, and shoulders. Then he took his emergency breathing mask, and connected the tube to the feed, as he had done before. Ensuring the oxygen tank in the unit was fully charged, he turned it on, then re-established his own natural atmosphere in the ship. After taking several deep breaths, and coughing enough contaminated mucus from his throat to clear it, he went to the front of the ship, and took his station at his con. He quickly flicked a few switches, and pressed a row of buttons, and the ship came to life. The engines, though soft sounding, revved high, and he felt the balance of the ship come under his control, as the landing struts left the ground.


He guided the ship up into the clouds, and watched in relieved wonder as the stars began to wink at him. He was going home. He could return to his clan now. He looked back to the female, she never took her eyes off him. He was going home, and he had the most honored trophy any hunter could have.


He had the other half of his heart.






“I’m coming! God Damn it, hold your horses!” Ralph secured his robe around his great girth, his slippers barely on his chubby feet. He opened the inner door, and locked it behind him, then opened the outer door. “What!? Oh, it’s you Bastion,” his heart sank. El didn’t have time to pack. She was still asleep, and the alien was still upstairs.


“Ralph Williams, I have a warrant for the arrest of El Reynolds, please stand aside.”


“A warrant for her arrest, perhaps. But not…” Bastion shoved another piece of paper into his face.


“A warrant to search the premises, both inside and out, for El Reynolds.” Ralph took the two papers. His hands were tied. He only hoped the alien’s strength was enough to rip Bastion to pieces, because now it looked like that was how he was going to get her out of here.


“Alright, this way.” He opened the inner door, and made sure he walked slowly, and loudly, into the dinner. The noise would surly alert the alien to the uninvited guests.


“You two,” Bastion began, pointing to a few of his accompanying deputies, “take the basement, you four the back yard, the rest of you upstairs.” He then turned to the representatives of the highway patrol. “You fellows can wait down here. We’ll bring her.”


“Be careful, her left leg is badly hurt.”


“Ok, make it easy on her. Where is she?”


“Her room is the one across the hall from the bathroom.”


“Figured that would be yours fatso.”


Ralph boiled, but Officer Tyler put his hand on the large man’s arm. “I’m sorry Ralph, do forgive Bastion. He was just turned down for a position on the highway patrol again. Small town sheriffs, just like him, will never amount to anything.” Bastion stormed off up the stairs, determined to make El’s capture as unpleasant as possible. “How’s El?” Tyler asked, as the large man took a seat on the stool by the counter.


“She’s better. In a lot of pain, physical and emotional, but she’d pulling through. She’s got some friends who care. I know she’s sorry for hurting you, but she honestly doesn’t remember.”


“What happened that night?”


“I don’t know. Mr. Com and I left her with some of his former students. They came to visit, and went over to the gym to practice. El wanted to learn some of their moves, they run do jos in California. Until we found her on the bluff, it was the last time I saw her that night. The guys were pretty beat up too. But they didn’t want to press charges.”


The pair turned to the sound of an old man screeching at the top of his lungs in and Asian dialect, as the officers pushed him down the stairs in a towel, and covered in soap suds. “SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU OLD CRONE!!!” Bastion shouted.


“You looking for El! Check her room!!! She would not be in the shower with me!!!”


“Mr. Com, are you alright?” Ralph asked, handing the old man a towel from under the counter so he could wipe his eyes of the soap that was beginning to sting them.


“I am fine. I was enjoying my shower, and I was right in the middle of the verse for Achy Breaky Heart – MY ONLY FAVORITE COUNTRY SONG – when gunslinger here barges in, and pulls me out of the shower!!! Claims El was hiding in there with me!!!”


“I should hope not, she’s still in bed.”


“No she’s not fat man. Her room’s empty. Totally cleaned.”


“Of course it’s cleaned! I cleaned it yesterday, while El was in the kitchen, enjoying chicken soup! Officer Tyler, would you like some? There may be some left.”


“Ah, thanks Mr. Com, but no. I have to pass. Where is El?”


“OVIOUSLY NOT IN THE SHOWER!!!”


“With your shriveled up little pecker, she’d be shrieking in terror. Ralph, where’s the girl!!”


“If she’s not in her room, try out back. She can’t ride it, but her bike is back there. She often polishes it to ease her mind.”


“Sheriff?” one of the deputies called. “The green and white motor bike is gone.”


“Not possible,” Ralph stated.


“How so?” Tyler asked.


“Well, when we got it back form the tow company, sure we refueled it, but her left leg is nearly useless. She wouldn’t be able to shift gears. She’d never be able to ride it.”


“If she could,” Tyler stated, before Bastion could mouth off. “Where would she go?”


“The highway. She loves the speed. The Canyon, she goes there to think, to Mr. Com’s to practice, but he’s here, or to the gym, for gymnastics. That’s it. She doesn’t go anywhere else.”


“Ralph, did you tell her to leave town?” Bastion asked.


“No. I did not tell El to leave town.”


“Then where is she?”


“I don’t know! If she’s not in any of those places, try the cemetery where her family is buried, she may have felt ready to go back there. Or the remains of her house, god only knows why she’d go there. Other than her usually frequented places, I’ve no idea where she’d go.”


The other deputies came back from their respective searches, shaking their heads no, meaning they did not find her. The highway patrol officers guided Bastion out the door, but Tyler remained. Locking the door as the group left. As he turned to Ralph he nodded to the sign on the wall. Breakfast Special. “Any way I can get one of those?”


Ralph looked at the sign. It was one El had made for him. Her hand writing was very neat, and she’d curled some of the lines at the end of a couple of the letters to give the text some flair. “Sure. It’ll be a while though.”


“Take your time, I’ll wait.”


Ralph and Mr. Com returned upstairs, the old man to finish his shower, and Ralph to shave and dress. Once back down stairs Ralph fired up the stove, and Mr. Com started the coffee. It was then they noticed that Officer Tyler had removed his Uniform Shirt, and was sitting there in a plain white t-shirt. “Off the record?” Ralph asked.


“Off the record,” Tyler replied.


“El was here last night. I swear it. I don’t know when she left, or even when she’ll be back. She’s not a runner. She’ll come home, when she’s ready.”


“I have to ask Ralph, as a friend. Did you tell her to leave town?”


“Hell no,” Ralph replied, turning to face him from the kitchen. “I told her she was leaving the planet.”