Deep Ones Go Down [bittersweet+zeth]
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				Title: <strong>Deep Ones Go Down [bittersweet+zeth]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BitterSweet</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 23:13:47</strong>
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				"Get off me!"&nbsp; Liza's heart was racing in fear, but she kicked and struggled anyway, shrieking for help.&nbsp; Tourists - <em>drunk </em>tourists and their stupid bars and rental cars.&nbsp; She hated what Garcon Point had turned into, her tiny hometown was overrun with tourists in the winter looking for the 'bayou beast'.&nbsp; And some of those tourists saw a pretty yellow haired local girl and figured <em>vacation </em>meant <em>rape</em>.<br><br>One of Liza's flailing fists connected, mostly by accident, with her captor's eye and his hold loosened enough for her to slip free.&nbsp; One of his laughing buddies lunged for her but only got her t-shirt, half-tearing it off as she sprinted for freedom.&nbsp; Liza dashed across the narrow road, leaping like a pretty pale deer over the drainage ditch and kept right on running - into the dank, mossy shadows of the everglades.&nbsp; Hooting and drunken shouts kept her moving - the trio of stupid tourists were following her.<br><br>The everglades were huge, a dangerous world of swampy flats, twisting waterways, hidden crystal clear pools hundreds of feet deep, and looming mangrove forests.&nbsp; Even in the era of GPS and satellites, much of it had never been seen by human eyes.&nbsp; Liza wasn't afraid though, she'd grown up alongside the everglades and knew their dangers - and their hidden beauty.&nbsp; She was willing to risk the darkness and the dangers, compared to the men hunting after her, using their iphones to light their way.&nbsp; Liza did no such thing, instead she splashed carefully through the grassy swamp, eyes adjusting to the dimness of the quartermoon and hoping the drunk assholes would get bored and leave her alone.&nbsp; She was angling deeper into the everglades, planning on intersecting with her hometown where a good scream would bring folks who'd known her since she was a giggling toddler running down the street in the summer rains.<br><br>The everglades knew her too, she sometimes thought.&nbsp; Sometimes she was sure that it watched her, in her growing up, a heavy alien attention.&nbsp; Now, in the dark and aware of the dangers of snakes and 'gators, that attention - if it existed - seemed a comfort.&nbsp; "How 'bout you just drown those three jerks for me," Liza panted under her breath, ducking under a branch - damp moss slapping her back - and splashing through a shallow pond.<br><br>It was pure bad luck that one of the drunks found her before Liza reached home, cornering her on a little hillock of dryer land surrounded by the shimmer of dark swamp water.&nbsp; "Got you now bitch!"<br><br>Liza's scream was angry and frightened as the big man shoved her stumbling into the solid bole of a mangrove tree.&nbsp; His two buddies were quick to join and Liza pressed back against the tree, trembling.&nbsp; The men were scratched and panting, middle-aged and sloppy looking, and angry.&nbsp; "My friends will find you!" she hissed, sidling along the tree, torn shirt sliding down to bare the pale curve of a breast and the sweet, innocent pink nipple.&nbsp; "If you hurt me they'll make you pay!"<br><br>One the men smiled, ugly.&nbsp; "Not if they never find you."<br><br>"Gonna be some fine vacation ...." One of the others said, hands going to his belt.&nbsp; "Pretty little local gonna show us some sights, all right."<br><br>Liza bared her teeth, though tears of helpless frustration shimmered in her eyes.&nbsp; "Maybe you best look around before you take your dick out, asshole.&nbsp; Weren't you looking for the beast man?&nbsp; Maybe <em>he's</em> my friend and he's gonna tear your stupid heads off.&nbsp; Both of 'em."<br><br>Oh, she <em>wished </em>it were true.
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