Rivers Run Deep
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Category:
M through R › Predator
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
51
Views:
11,224
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Predator movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 8
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to Predator El, other unrelated human characters, and the character names of the predators Imade up, the concept of predator do not belong to me.
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
under 18 (or whatever age is appropriate for your location), HIT YOUR
BACK BROWSER BUTTON NOW. If you find explicit sex offensive, please
don't offend yourself by reading further.
Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)
Email: jemstone5
Feedback: Please, yes lots.
Forward to others: would be flattered if you did.
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Rivers Run Deep
Chapter 8
Her bike wouldn’t go fast enough to carry her back to town. She zipped around cars, trucks, and passed the vehicle stopped outside Mr. Com’s gate. She had to go faster. But the pedometer just wouldn’t listen to her. Finally, once inside the town, she slowed her bike, and began looking around. She had to find the Sheriff. Where would he be?
Of course. Outside the Sheriff’s station, doing nothing. She sped up to the structure, slinging the back wheel of the bike around and spraying dirt and gravel all over the man, as he lazed in a chair on the ground level porch.
He looked up at her, nonchalantly brushing off the dirt from his pants. “Told you you’d kill yourself on that thing,” he said. “Out of control stops is only the beginning.”
“It was ARSON!!!” she shouted from behind the face shield of her helmet.
“What?” he asked, totally not interested.
She lifted the shield and shouted again. “IT WAS ARSON!!!”
“The fire? Well of course it was arson. I got the call this afternoon from the fire marshal’s office.”
“So?! What are you going to do!?”
“Nothing. I already know what happened.”
“WHAT!!!”
“Look kid, you may think that your big brother was the angel he wanted you to see, but in reality, he was a low life drug dealer.”
“LIER!!!!!”
“PROOF! The tire treads of that bike were found at a building, loaded with equipment and drugs, from Meth to Ecstasy! PROOF! Your brother’s prints all over guns and blades, that were more than likely used to separate the heads of his fellow drug cronies. He took out the entire cell here. And when the big guys from Vegas found out, they came here and killed your family. They shot them all in the house, then torched the place!”
“LIER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“I’ve sent all my information to the Los Vegas police. Their forensics people will be down here tomorrow to take over the investigation to tie it to some gruesome murders that have been happening there.”
“MY BROTHER WAS NOT A DRUG DEALER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Prove it!!!”
She never put the bike on the stand, she just flew off it in such a rage, that he never had a chance to get to his feet. “HOLD IT THERE KID!” a man shouted, grabbing her from behind before she could wipe the smug grin off the sheriff’s face.
“LET GO!!!”
“Boy she is a fighter,” the man laughed. “Tommy, pick up the lady’s bike will ya. A fine machine like that shouldn’t lie in the dirt.”
“LET ME GO THIS INSTANT!!!!!!”
“Calm down kid. Striking a police officer isn’t going to land you anything but in jail.”
“You want to take responsibility for the girl?” the sheriff asked the man.
“Yeah, we’ll escort her home. Which way?”
“She lives at the dinner down the street. Ask for Ralph, he’s probably having coffee with that freak buddy of his Mr. Com.”
The four men looked at him, as the girl continued to struggle. A file folder dropped from under her jacket. “Did you say Mr. Com, as in Ron Com?”
“Yeah, what’s it too ya?”
“We were just looking for him. He’s invited us to pay a visit. Said he had a hard case for us to work on. Sorry Sheriff, I’m Tommy Boren, these are my buds, Allen, Daniel, and Kevin’s the guy holding the girl.”
“Man she is a little spitfire, I’m really having a hard time holding on to her.” Suddenly her head came back and met with his nose, the helmet making a dandy weapon. One of his buddies grabbed her and pulled her to the ground, and of all things, sat on her back to hold her still, the other two guys each with a weighted foot on her legs. “FUCK!” Kevin cursed, pulling a cloth from his pocket and dabbing his bloody nose. “She almost broke my fucking nose!! Little bitch!!”
“You want to press charges?” asked the sheriff reaching for his cuffs. He was dying for a chance to get her into his cells. For sure he’d teach her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget.
“No,” the man stated. “I’ve had my nose broke by better. She can’t do a job right, she may as well not do it at all.”
“My sentiments exactly. I coach the local gymnastics club. We had some real nice up and comers for the grand national championship. Then everything went to hell with the attitude THIS ONE brought to my training group. And she could have been the best.”
“Fuck you are full of yourself aren’t you Bastion. SOMEONE TORCHED MY HOUSE!!! KILLED MY FAMILY!!!!!!!!!! AND YOU ACUSE MY BROTHER OF BEING A DRUG DEALER!!!!!!!! YOU’VE NO RIGHT!!!!!!!!! NO PROOF!!!!!!!! ALL OF IT IS CIRCUMSTANCIAL!!! THE LOS VEGAS COPS WILL TELL YOU THE SAME THING!!!!!!!!! YOU BASTARD!!!”
“Quite a mouth on her,” Allen laughed. “Come on kid, we’ll take you back to your house, put some food in you, build you up some, then you can kick our butts for the hell of it, ok?”
“FUCK YOU ASS HOLE!!! NOW GET OFF ME!!!!”
“Come on guys, bring the bike, and the kid. Sheriff, which way is the dinner?”
“Just down the street. Ralph’s Place. You can’t miss it.”
“Thanks.” Allen looped his belt around her wrists, securing them together, noting the scars across the skin. He and Tommy then picked her up, and made her walk between them towards the building.
“The File!” she stated. “WAIT!!!”
“I’ve got it,” Kevin said, haven to have picked it up before leaving the porch. “You want it back, you be nice.”
She didn’t have any choice. She could handle a couple of kids that were better trained than she, they were relatively her size, and easy to throw. But try as she may to dislodge the men from her, their sheer bulk and weight just wouldn’t let her. She had to go with them.
The file though was her one piece of truth. It wasn’t a freak fire. Her family was murdered. She didn’t care what the Sheriff thought, her brother was the most loving, gentle, and honest person she knew. There was no way he could be involved in the drug trade. It was like calling her a hooker.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to Predator El, other unrelated human characters, and the character names of the predators Imade up, the concept of predator do not belong to me.
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
under 18 (or whatever age is appropriate for your location), HIT YOUR
BACK BROWSER BUTTON NOW. If you find explicit sex offensive, please
don't offend yourself by reading further.
Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)
Email: jemstone5
Feedback: Please, yes lots.
Forward to others: would be flattered if you did.
==========================================================
Rivers Run Deep
Chapter 8
Her bike wouldn’t go fast enough to carry her back to town. She zipped around cars, trucks, and passed the vehicle stopped outside Mr. Com’s gate. She had to go faster. But the pedometer just wouldn’t listen to her. Finally, once inside the town, she slowed her bike, and began looking around. She had to find the Sheriff. Where would he be?
Of course. Outside the Sheriff’s station, doing nothing. She sped up to the structure, slinging the back wheel of the bike around and spraying dirt and gravel all over the man, as he lazed in a chair on the ground level porch.
He looked up at her, nonchalantly brushing off the dirt from his pants. “Told you you’d kill yourself on that thing,” he said. “Out of control stops is only the beginning.”
“It was ARSON!!!” she shouted from behind the face shield of her helmet.
“What?” he asked, totally not interested.
She lifted the shield and shouted again. “IT WAS ARSON!!!”
“The fire? Well of course it was arson. I got the call this afternoon from the fire marshal’s office.”
“So?! What are you going to do!?”
“Nothing. I already know what happened.”
“WHAT!!!”
“Look kid, you may think that your big brother was the angel he wanted you to see, but in reality, he was a low life drug dealer.”
“LIER!!!!!”
“PROOF! The tire treads of that bike were found at a building, loaded with equipment and drugs, from Meth to Ecstasy! PROOF! Your brother’s prints all over guns and blades, that were more than likely used to separate the heads of his fellow drug cronies. He took out the entire cell here. And when the big guys from Vegas found out, they came here and killed your family. They shot them all in the house, then torched the place!”
“LIER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“I’ve sent all my information to the Los Vegas police. Their forensics people will be down here tomorrow to take over the investigation to tie it to some gruesome murders that have been happening there.”
“MY BROTHER WAS NOT A DRUG DEALER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Prove it!!!”
She never put the bike on the stand, she just flew off it in such a rage, that he never had a chance to get to his feet. “HOLD IT THERE KID!” a man shouted, grabbing her from behind before she could wipe the smug grin off the sheriff’s face.
“LET GO!!!”
“Boy she is a fighter,” the man laughed. “Tommy, pick up the lady’s bike will ya. A fine machine like that shouldn’t lie in the dirt.”
“LET ME GO THIS INSTANT!!!!!!”
“Calm down kid. Striking a police officer isn’t going to land you anything but in jail.”
“You want to take responsibility for the girl?” the sheriff asked the man.
“Yeah, we’ll escort her home. Which way?”
“She lives at the dinner down the street. Ask for Ralph, he’s probably having coffee with that freak buddy of his Mr. Com.”
The four men looked at him, as the girl continued to struggle. A file folder dropped from under her jacket. “Did you say Mr. Com, as in Ron Com?”
“Yeah, what’s it too ya?”
“We were just looking for him. He’s invited us to pay a visit. Said he had a hard case for us to work on. Sorry Sheriff, I’m Tommy Boren, these are my buds, Allen, Daniel, and Kevin’s the guy holding the girl.”
“Man she is a little spitfire, I’m really having a hard time holding on to her.” Suddenly her head came back and met with his nose, the helmet making a dandy weapon. One of his buddies grabbed her and pulled her to the ground, and of all things, sat on her back to hold her still, the other two guys each with a weighted foot on her legs. “FUCK!” Kevin cursed, pulling a cloth from his pocket and dabbing his bloody nose. “She almost broke my fucking nose!! Little bitch!!”
“You want to press charges?” asked the sheriff reaching for his cuffs. He was dying for a chance to get her into his cells. For sure he’d teach her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget.
“No,” the man stated. “I’ve had my nose broke by better. She can’t do a job right, she may as well not do it at all.”
“My sentiments exactly. I coach the local gymnastics club. We had some real nice up and comers for the grand national championship. Then everything went to hell with the attitude THIS ONE brought to my training group. And she could have been the best.”
“Fuck you are full of yourself aren’t you Bastion. SOMEONE TORCHED MY HOUSE!!! KILLED MY FAMILY!!!!!!!!!! AND YOU ACUSE MY BROTHER OF BEING A DRUG DEALER!!!!!!!! YOU’VE NO RIGHT!!!!!!!!! NO PROOF!!!!!!!! ALL OF IT IS CIRCUMSTANCIAL!!! THE LOS VEGAS COPS WILL TELL YOU THE SAME THING!!!!!!!!! YOU BASTARD!!!”
“Quite a mouth on her,” Allen laughed. “Come on kid, we’ll take you back to your house, put some food in you, build you up some, then you can kick our butts for the hell of it, ok?”
“FUCK YOU ASS HOLE!!! NOW GET OFF ME!!!!”
“Come on guys, bring the bike, and the kid. Sheriff, which way is the dinner?”
“Just down the street. Ralph’s Place. You can’t miss it.”
“Thanks.” Allen looped his belt around her wrists, securing them together, noting the scars across the skin. He and Tommy then picked her up, and made her walk between them towards the building.
“The File!” she stated. “WAIT!!!”
“I’ve got it,” Kevin said, haven to have picked it up before leaving the porch. “You want it back, you be nice.”
She didn’t have any choice. She could handle a couple of kids that were better trained than she, they were relatively her size, and easy to throw. But try as she may to dislodge the men from her, their sheer bulk and weight just wouldn’t let her. She had to go with them.
The file though was her one piece of truth. It wasn’t a freak fire. Her family was murdered. She didn’t care what the Sheriff thought, her brother was the most loving, gentle, and honest person she knew. There was no way he could be involved in the drug trade. It was like calling her a hooker.