Rivers Run Deep

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Authors Notes: This is a work of Fan fiction. please read on and enjoy.



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 6



When her birthday arrived, the fence had been fixed, but her temper was very short. Mr. Com could tell she’d put too much stress on herself, and her work with the staff in her training showed. Her knowledge of its use was flawless, though her fluidity was seriously lacking. He figured it was because of her performances with the gymnastics. They were always jerky and abrupt. Emphasizing technique over grace. He’d have to help her work on that.


Then there was the day that she spared with the boy who’d first spoke to her after falling through the fence. Yurie. He was good, but he didn’t expect El to have such power in her attacks. A power that stemmed from her rage and grief, not yet unleashed. She nearly broke his arm, not that he didn’t deserve it taunting her the way he had. But she realized what she was doing, and stopped. She apologized to the boy, then left, saying she’d be late for her gymnastics lesson.


As she opened her duffle bag to store her Gee, Mr. Com approached and gave her a wrapped package. “From Ralph and myself. I hope you can put it to good use. Happy birthday.”


“Thank you. I don’t deserve it. Not after what I just did.”


“Bah, it will pass. You just need further training. I have some special guests coming, from California. They are former students, but I still think they have a lot to learn. They are very good. Perhaps they can help you work out your kinks. Maybe teach you fluidity, as I have been noticing you lack.” He swatted the air next to her head, a gentle movement he did, to mimic a light slap to her hair. She didn’t mind that. “Go ahead. Open it. I’ve a feeling it will please you greatly.”


She pulled the silk ribbon off, and opened the box, more like it fell open on its own. She stared in amazement at the green and white leather jacket staring at her from the box where it landed. “Oh, my god,” she whispered. As she picked it up, she found the box also had the bike pants to match it. She just stared at her Sensei, unable to speak.


“We know it will fit, we took your current clothes with us, and bought it two sizes bigger, just in case you grow a bit more.”


Finally she found her voice. “Thank you, thank you very much,” she whispered. “Would you mind if I left the box here, I’d like to show him how it looks by wearing it.”


“Of course.”


“Thank you so much,” boldly she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then left. She felt tears forming in her eyes, but they never fell. Why couldn’t she cry? People cried whtn they lost someone. She’d seen them. But…she didn’t. Didn’t she love her family? Didn’t she feel their lost? Why wasn’t she curled up in a ball, balling her eyes out like a baby?
She climbed into the truck and headed back to town. She was still late, but she didn’t care, the coach was an ass. She dated his son a few years back, big mistake. She was 15 years old, and he’d just turned 16. He wanted to have sex with her, and she refused. He drugged her drink, then slit her wrists while she slept, though no one could figure out why he would do that.


Her brother had found her just in time, and for six weeks she was on suicide watch in the psychiatric ward of the hospital. Finally from an outside investigation, it was proven that the wounds couldn’t have been made by her, and all the rest of the evidence that was found, pointed to the Coach’s son, the Sheriff also doubled as the coach.


The boy was currently in a mental hospital going through an evaluation, to determine if he is fit to stand trial. After her blow up with the coach/sheriff, she’d completely forgotten to thank Ralph for the present, though he did seem pleased she liked it.






She sat on the edge of the Grand Canyon, overlooking part of the river that snaked through the giant gouge in the earth. She hadn’t noticed the highway patrolman beside her till she turned to figure out who was talking to her.


“…and I passed my firearms test, with flying colors. Gotta hand it to those little aliens, they sure know how to fix bad eye sight.”


“What the hell are you talking about?” she finally asked.


“Well, there you are,” he said, sitting up to look at her better. “You know, you are very lucky that we know each other. You ran through two speed traps on your way here. Mine being the first. I called ahead and let the other guys let you pass.”


“Thanks, but you better just give me the ticket.” She got up and went to her bike, tossing her leg over the side.


“You’re not leaving,” he said, dusting himself off. “I’ve got something to show you.”


She looked at him. For a young man, about 25, he was quite handsome. He was well muscled all over, his face was strong and chiseled, attractive enough to be considered the next Fabio. On any other day, she would consider him a worth while pursuit. But not today. “Not interested.”


“Oh I think you’ll like this.” He went to his patrol car, and pulled out a file folder. After he got within an arms reach of her, he handed it to her. “The investigation is over. Its in the hands of the police and the DA now.”


She opened the File folder and looked at the report. For emphasis, the officer had highlighted one word, that drew her attention. She looked back to the officer. “Who’s in charge of the investigation now?”


“You won’t like that,” he said, the only catch. She didn’t need confirmation. She quickly tucked the file into her jacket, started her bike, and took off in a spray of dust and gravel, heading back to town. She knew he wanted the file back, and he’d get it, but not before she had her face to face.