Rivers Run Deep

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 7



He leaned up against the chimney of a building. The town was small, not many people. But he wanted a secluded location. One that would have to send out of help. So he hunted several small prey, oomans that were doing wrong he was sure, preparing weapons and strange powders and pills. He hadn’t been to the blue planet in a long time, but what he did know, was that even those who were trained in the ooman medicine, didn’t need to hide in dingy buildings, and handle weapons. These oomans would prove interesting prey. Cowardly, but sporty.


Cutting down the first three was relatively easy, but two took off. One in a four wheeled land vehicle, the other on a two wheeled noisy contraption. They both fired their weapons, at any of the slightest movements, he’d already been hit twice in the same leg but the shots. But he managed to take out the larger vehicle as it sped towards a bridge. The two wheeled vehicle got away from him, but not for long. He tracked its wheel imprints to a building, with two others inside. One was a female, and when he scanned her, he found her to be carrying not one, but two offspring. His chest was hit hard with the pain he’d felt since Uni’s death. It hurt, and it made him angry.


The three oomans in the building were arguing, then the younger one, the one he’d been chasing drew his weapon and fired on the older male. The female got hit, as the male dove out of the way. She fell dead on the floor, her heart pierced by the projectile. The two males then began to struggle for the weapon.


He wasn’t sure when he’d made the decision to enter the building, but he soon found himself, looking over the female’s form, the hearts of her two offspring ceased to beat, and it only made his pain worse. He turned on the young male, as the weapon fired again, and the older male dropped to the floor. Without thinking, he’d raised his shoulder canon and fired, the boy thrown to the bottom of the stairs that led to the second level. He kept firing his canon, blindly, in a rage that filled him so deep he thought he’d never find his way out.


It was the fire, liking at his flesh that forced him outside. Diving through the half open door to the back of the structure, before the beams of the ceiling began to come down. He’d killed his prey, yes, but not before it taken the innocent lived of four others. It made him sick.


He watched the oomans struggle to put out the fire, but it was no use, the building was lost. From the corner of his vision, he noticed a juvenile female thread her way through the crowd, passed the barricade, and try to get by some of the larger vehicles. One of the heavily clothed males grabbed her screaming form, and gave her to another, who placed her in the security of one of the vehicles to the side. There she was left, to watch the carnage of the structure. By her reaction, and her age, he deduced that she must have been the older child to the adults that lived in the dwelling, and possibly the young male that was there, the prospective mate to the female. It was near dawn when the workers pulled the bodies of the people from the fire, and the female was taken away.


It was on one of his scouting trips around the small village, that he’d discovered the female yet again. Only this time she was in attendance of an obese male, and several others, all carrying the boxes they used to berry their dead. There were three, and it was then that he realized, the young male, could have been her brother. Why would she be burying him, if he was not family. He decided to leave her alone, and leave the town. To find sport in the city with all the lights.


He was here for quite some time, observing, hunting, making kills. When four males made their presence known, walking down the streets of the city, picking fights as they went. These four would prove interesting to watch. He followed them for a time, observing them fight with people in the allies behind the great structures. Their skill with their hand to hand combat was superb, but their choice of opponents was atrocious. They were the equivalent to bad bloods, and he decided they had to be taken down. He wouldn’t do it here though, he would take them out outside of the city. He’d drawn enough attention to his hunts by the annoying peacekeepers of the oomans, and some of those that scurried around picking up the pieces of his fallen prey, were far too keen for his liking.


He followed them, the next morning, as the four got into a vehicle and sped away from the city. His shuttle wasn’t far, he fixed a tracking device to the vehicle and headed back to get his ship. it only took him a few minutes to locate the vehicle on his scanners, but when he realized that they were heading back to his secluded hunting site, he decided not to take them out just yet. Rather he’d wait, to see what kind of trouble they would get into in the small village. Perhaps it would be fun to take them out this way. Oomans that lived in these small communities often banded together, and when push came to shove, they stuck together. He wondered if these oomans would be that push, and the group would shove back. The hunt could become interesting indeed.


The four stopped a small dwelling in the sand, not far from the village limits. When they learned the old male that resided there, was absent, they opted to head into the village itself. He watched from his hovering ship as a small two wheeled vehicle, the same he had chased the night of the fire, sped passed the four, at break neck speed. The four tapped each other on their chests, and pointed to the lone rider. Yes, the rider would be their next target.


He turned his ship to the hills and stashed it there. Securing the cloak he headed into the village to locate his prey. He arrived just in time to see the show.