Somebody Up There Likes Me

[Dingleman]

Wow, annother great installment ^_^

[Stezza]

Hey Dancing_Cat, regarding the "stuff" you wanted me to "make" I havn't had enough time to "make" it yet. When it's finished, I'll make sure "one of my men sends it to you".

 

-Stef

[The_Dancing_Cat]

lmao, thanks Stezza.

And thank you for the comment, dingleman.

 

[x0x h3ll x0x]

OMG she was so close lol another good chapter

Edited March 25, 2006 by x0x h3ll x0x

[FelipeVinhao]

Now that I noticed that this story happens in-game period, not after. It's very good and very interesting. As before I can't wait next chapter.

[The_Dancing_Cat]

Thanks a lot, everyone!

Here is the next part.

Note: Still some spoilers.

 

Chapter 9

 

Denise opened her eyes.

Grey morning light dilated her pupils. The car she had been hitching a ride in had come to a stop in somebody’s drive.

Not knowing where she was, Denise slowly slipped out of the Walton’s rack and stretched her arms out, yawning. She looked up and down the street - rows of houses, some with cars parked out front, lined the other side of the road. As usual, a few country folk were walking about. It was very quiet. Denise stopped a cowboy to ask for the time.

“Why, it’s six-thirty in the mornin’, young lady. Shouldn’ you be sleepin’?” he replied.

“Oh, right, fo’ sho’, yeah... What’s the name of this place?” Denise asked.

“This ol’ village? The one and only Palomino Creek, ma’am,” said the cowboy with a smile. “You don’t get out much, do ya?”

“Aww, no, man, I’m a city girl,” Denise grinned back, feeling she could trust this guy not to be prejudiced like the rest of the hillbillies she’d met.

“You’re pretty far away from a city. What brings you out here?”

“Lookin’ for someone, that’s all,”

“Well, I hope you find ‘em, miss,”

“Thanks. Hey, is there anywhere I can get some food around here?”

The man pointed off into the distance. “Jus’ down the road, there’s a pizza place.”

“Yo, dude, you got ma respect, thanks,” Denise slapped him on the shoulder as she headed off down the street.

“No problem, miss!” the cowboy shouted after her. “Good luck!”

Denise waved a hand behind her at him, and then took a deep breath of the cool air. She could detect the smell of freshly-baked pizza; her stomach growled in reply.

Denise took in the sights as she neared the Well Stacked Pizza restaurant. She saw a small bank, an ‘Ammunation’ shop, and many houses. It was a nice village really, and its residents weren’t giving her as many filthy looks as the people in Dillimore, Blueberry and Angel Pine. Denise couldn’t help but wonder why.

She pondered this as she sat down at a plastic red table, a tray of fries and pizza in front of her. She started to ravenously wolf down her food, finally putting her hungry stomach at rest.

Then an old woman hobbled over to her. “Say, lady,” she croaked, “you’s from Las Venturas like the rest of ‘em?”

“Huh?” Denise was startled and choked on her pizza. She took a long drink of Sprunk, and then shook her head. “Los Santos. Where’s Las Venturas?”

The old lady pointed out of the windows and down the road. Denise followed her gaze, but saw nothing but houses.

“It’s jus’ over the bridge. Thought you might ‘ave been one of those folk. We get a lotta people from over there,” continued the woman.

“Oh, right, well, erm, no. But A might just check it out, thanks. Oh and,” Denise stopped the lady as she was about to hobble off again, “do you know if there’s somewhere A can get a fresh change of clothes?”

The hick shook her head. “You could try askin’ some of the people that lives here. Maybe they’ll see you right.” Then she left the restaurant.

Denise nodded to herself, finished her meal, and went back outside to follow the old woman’s advice. She decided to start from the very top and work her way down the line of houses.

The first place she came to was made almost entirely from wood. It sat on the outskirts of town, near the river. Denise knocked on the door, but got no reply - she’d expected no less.

She risked a glance in through the window. She peered through the net curtains on the other side and saw a bedroom. There was a chest of drawers, a bedside table with a lamp, a bed with magazines scattered over it, and various pictures hung up on the walls.

Denise sighed and was about to turn away when one of the pictures caught her eye.

It was a picture of her.

It was on the bedside table rather than the walls, in a neat little wooden frame. It was a photo of Denise standing outside her home in Ganton, smiling cheerfully. But who had taken the picture?

Denise knew straight away - CJ.

This was one of CJ’s safehouses!

Denise went to the door and tried the handle. It was locked, but Denise knew how to deal with that.

BANG! THUD!

Denise stepped over the fallen door and went inside. She propped up the piece of wood, its hinges broken and limp, in the doorway, and then went straight in the first door she came to - the bedroom.

Sitting down on the bed, Denise examined the photograph. She’d looked so happy then - she’d been so happy then. It made her sigh and shut her eyes for a moment as she remembered a date CJ had taken her on...

He’d picked her up at about 9 o’clock, dressed in the blue suit she’d bought him, a gorgeous bouquet of pink flowers clutched in his hands. Denise had been all set to let CJ use her green Hustler to drive around in, but CJ had brought along his own vehicle - a flashy white Infernus from uptown.

CJ had driven her right through the rundown neighbourhoods of Jefferson, Idlewood, and Little Mexico, and come out on the other side in Downtown Los Santos.

Denise didn’t know where they were going, but soon the Santa Maria beach had come into view. The sun was setting, and the sky was beautiful shades of orange and pink. CJ had led Denise down to the seafront and they had just sat there on the sand and talked as the sun slowly went down.

It brought tears to Denise’s eyes again as she remembered it all. She put the picture back on the nightstand and got up. She left the room and went to investigate the rest of the house.

After finding nothing more of interest except a few used dishes, Denise went into the clothes closet and tried on some of CJ’s clothes, hoping they’d not be too big.

She ended up wearing a pair of black khaki pants, and a denim jacket with a white shirt underneath. She also put on a pair of thick hiking boots, figuring they’d be better than her old canvas shoes if she was going to be walking for miles again.

The clothes and boots were a little oversized, but Denise wore a belt and tied the shoes up extra tight. For a final touch, Denise put on a pair of black shades.

Very cool.

Denise also found a parachute and a Desert Eagle gun at the bottom of the wardrobe. She took both, tucking the pistol into the back of her trousers and slipping on the parachute.

Time to leave.

Denise went back outside, making sure to leave the broken door in such a position it looked like it was still firmly fixed to the doorway. She headed off down the street, only to hear a gunshot go off.

She dived instinctively to the ground, heard shouts, swearing and an alarm going off, then looked up to see several police bikes zoom down the road.

There were two cops on the pair of motorbikes at the rear, and two other figures out in front. One of the front bikes seemed to be leading the way, at least for the one behind it.

The latter bike caught Denise’s attention.

CJ was driving it.

 

[x0x h3ll x0x]

another chilling chapter isn't she getting close everybody. I sure hope they find eachother

[bruceb12]

cool story keep it up

[The_Dancing_Cat]

Thank you, everyone!

This next bit is a little short I feel, but tell me what you think!

Note: Spoilers.

 

Chapter 10

 

Denise saw a lean Sanchez motorcycle propped up against the side of the safehouse. She ran to it and leapt on. The engine buzzed angrily as she steered it after the party of motorbikes.

She wasn’t going to let CJ get away again, and she certainly wasn’t going to let that Catalina bitch escape either. She had a few things she wanted to say to her.

Denise rounded a hedge only to see the squad of bikes go soaring across a gap in a broken bridge. One of the policemen didn’t make it, plunging into the cold water below. The chase continued as the trio of bikes landed safely on the other side.

Denise revved up the motor and floored it towards the bridge. She’d never done anything like this before, and she sure as Hell didn’t want to end up in the river like the other dude. His gurgled cries betrayed the fact that he couldn’t swim.

The wind rushed past Denise’s ears as her trail bike hit grassy ground, which gave way to the rickety wood of the collapsed bridge.

WOOSH!

Denise zoomed off the ramp-like side of the bridge, the wheels of the Sanchez whirling in nothing but air. She wanted to shut her eyes, but she had to keep them open so she could see if she was even going to make it...

BANG!

The wheels of the motorcycle finally caught solid ground again, and now Denise was careering at top speed along a dirt path. It twisted away under a highway, where Denise saw the cop at the back of the pursuit disappear.

She switched to the top gear on her bike and sped off after him, CJ, and Catalina. She ducked reflexively for no reason as the Sanchez took her under the freeway. Trees, grass and road on either side of her rushed past in green and grey blurs.

Denise could now see all three bikes ahead of her, and this filled her with even more determination. There was another dash under an off-ramp, which led to another one. A small village was looming in the distance.

Suddenly, without warning, the cop smashed into the edge of one of the concrete pillars nearby. His whole body crumpled as the bike threw him clean out of his seat. As Denise rushed past, she saw his body slide down, leaving a sickly trail of blood smeared up the edge of the pillar.

Denise tried to keep her mind clear. Now she was the only one following Catalina and CJ, which meant it was solely up to her to stop them. She shook her head to clear her mind and when she looked back up she realised she was about to collide with a tree!

CRASH!

She didn’t hit the tree - she hit a small rock lying under the grass. Denise had no time for relief, as the rock that had saved her from a smashed face had also spun her off the dirt track and onto the grass nearby.

Denise stared on into the village and saw CJ and Catalina about to get away for sure. She kicked the bike back into life and took off after them again.

Please,, she thought, please don’t let them get away...

Denise came around the outskirts of the town as Catalina swept through the middle, CJ lagging behind somewhere. Denise bounded off the grass and onto a curving road, and accelerated around the corner in time to see Catalina heading straight for a police blockade!

Denise had a sudden thought. She drew her Desert Eagle and fired straight ahead at Catalina’s back wheel.

SPRFFT!

The wheel popped, and both bike and rider both fell to the ground right in front of the police road block. Denise kept her gun trained on Catalina as the Sanchez zoomed over the crossroads and away from the police.

Denise kept going, turning to the right and speeding around another tight corner to the entrance to the village, where she hoped she could catch CJ. She was about to reach it, when CJ’s bike went flying ahead, right in front of her eyes. Denise barely had time to get around another corner before she saw CJ take down the police officers and help Catalina onto the back of his ride.

And then they were off again.

Denise’s heart sank, but she knew she just had to keep going. She chased after CJ’s motorbike, which was now heading out of the village, Catalina shouting insults at CJ.

Suddenly, Catalina turned around, smiled evilly at Denise, and raised a Tec-9. Denise’s eyes widened with horror as she realised she was about to have her head blown off, when BANG!

Catalina had aimed for the Sanchez rather than Denise, and had shot its front tyre to smithereens. The bike skidded and fell. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Denise could only watch as Catalina threw her a ‘V’ sign and the police bike sped off into the distance.

And then Denise's head hit the road with a painful CRACK!

And she blacked out.

 

 

[Methodman187]

i read this story for the first time, and all i have to say is wow. your a really good writer, ill be checkin up on here to read whats next. keep it up.

[x0x h3ll x0x]

Once again great chapter damit she was so close again.......

Edited March 27, 2006 by x0x h3ll x0x

[baptiste]

Thats a good story, I like the chracters and the layout, good job.

[GlockWorkz]

Chapter 9 and 10 are amazing.

 

I give this Fanfic my vote for "Best Fanfic".

 

 

Seriously, though.

[The_Dancing_Cat]

Wow, thanks very much to everybody! Glad you like it.

Here be the next chapter.

 

Chapter 11

 

Voices.

“...lucky to be alive.”

“...wonder how it happened?”

“Police say she was riding a bike and someone popped the tyre.”

“Who?”

Silence.

“No one knows, yet, except for Miss Robinson.”

The voices became clearer.

Denise awoke to see a white ceiling looking down on her. Her head hurt, and she slowly put a hand to it; she felt bandages. Her arm stung, and she gazed down to see a drip stuck into it.

“Aah, you’re awake,” said one of the voices Denise had heard while coming back to consciousness.

“Huh? I, erm, yeah, sure...” Denise felt woozy and confused. She looked around some more.

She was in a small white bed, in a small white room. There was a doctor standing by the bed, waiting expectantly for something. He had brown hair, and didn’t look at all like the ugly hillbillies Denise had seen before.

“Where am I?” Denise asked him. She glanced around the room again, startled by how clean and bright it was. “Sh*t, I ain’t dead, am I?!”

The doctor laughed. “No, Miss Robinson, you’re in hospital, in Montgomery.”

“Where’s that bitch?! She get away?! Imma put a cap in her ass, that hoe! Where’s CJ?!” Denise struggled to sit up, but the doctor gently forced her to lie down.

“So you saw who caused your accident? The police say the wheel of the bike you were driving was punctured by a bullet,” explained the doctor.

“Yeah, I saw her, clear as anythin’! Her name’s Ca--” Denise cut herself off. She had a problem now. If she told anyone about Catalina, they’d arrest CJ, too. After all, CJ was Catalina’s accomplice in all the robberies.

“Miss Robinson?” The doctor smiled as he waited for an answer.

“Wait, I, ur, A don’t remember,” Denise lied, lowering her eyes to her pale hands. “They--I mean, she was goin’ too fast.”

The doctor stared at her for a brief moment, trying to work out whether or not she was telling the truth. “You just said you saw her ‘as clear as anything’. Tell me what happened.”

“I don’t want to!” Denise protested.

“Surely you want your attacker to come to justice?”

“Nah, man, I’ve had worse. Let’s just let her off the hook this time, eh?”

“I’m afraid I don’t think that’s possible. If this woman is connected to the robberies of the small towns around this area, the police would really like to catch her,”

Denise’s eyes were fearful. She’d been backed into a corner. She could just say she’d only seen Catalina, and then she could hope that CJ would be long gone by the time the police got to Fern Ridge.

“Fine,” she sighed. “Her name’s Catalina. She’s got dark eyes, reddish-brown hair, I think everyone around here probably knows that description of her, straight?”

“I’ll go and get a police officer. You just try and remember as much as possible.” The doctor hurriedly left the room.

Denise sighed. She looked around again. She spotted a calendar on the wall. Today’s date was the 15th.

Wait a second...

The doctor returned with a cop by his side. The policeman was about to ask Denise something, when she interrupted him.

“How long have A been in here?” she asked.

The doctor looked taken aback. “I, ur... About four days. Why?”

“Four days? Sh*t!” Denise attempted to throw back the covers and get out of there, but the doctor restrained her. She’d been in there for four whole days?! Catalina and CJ could be anywhere by now!

“I gotta go!” she shouted as he forced her back down. “I got places I need to be! Sh*t, foo’! Lemmee outta here!”

“Miss Robinson, we need your statement!” the cop exclaimed.

“F*ck you, man, I ain’t sayin’ nothin’! Get off of me, a**hole!” Denise let loose with a strong punch and the doctor went flying backwards into a trolley full of medical instruments. CRASH!

The policeman moved forward, but Denise was on her feet now, ripping drips and needles from her arms.

“Just calm down, miss,” he said slowly.

“Shut up, bitch,” she replied and kicked him in the face.

She grabbed his nightstick and pistol, and hurried out of the room. She arrived in a corridor. A couple of hospital security guards had heard the commotion and were running towards her. Denise took off in the other direction, shoving past people, until she reached a door marked: ‘STAIRWELL.’

“Good enough for me,” Denise said to herself, and she flung open the door.

She hit the stairs on the fly, her bare feet smacking against the concrete steps. She gripped the railings tightly as she carried on down towards the bottom floor.

She burst out into a brightly-lit reception. There was nobody in there except for a couple of nurses, doctors, and the receptionist. The woman behind the desk was speaking quickly into a telephone, looking worried as she and the doctors stared at Denise.

Denise raised her pistol and everyone dove to the floor. She let off a shot, which hit the telephone with a BANG, blasting it to pieces.

“Gimmee some clothes, man!” she shouted at the receptionist.

The woman rummaged under the desk for a key and threw it to Denise.

Denise caught it and stared at it momentarily.

“Third door on your left is clothes storage,” the receptionist whimpered.

“Thanks,” Denise said with a sneer. She ran down the hallway, found the right door and went inside. There were lots of garments hanging up in this cool, dark room. Denise didn’t bother looking for the outfit she’d borrowed from CJ - if she got out of this alive, she’d buy him some new clothes - but grabbed the first things she could find.

Now dressed in a white vest (a woman’s, luckily), grey chonglers and a fresh pair of canvas shoes, Denise left the clothes room, her gun leading the way.

No sooner had she stepped outside, than a dozen cops surrounded her, their pistols pointed directly at her.

 

[Stezza]

WOW! This is soooooooooooo good I can't wait for more!

 

For the document, I'll type it up on the weekend as that's the best time for me.

 

-Stef

[x0x h3ll x0x]

this is gold i was wondering if i could copy this onto word and make a actuall book and show my friends but ofcourse give you all the credit.

[ARMEDnPISSED]

This is great! I can't wait for the next chapters. New bookmark for me

[Methodman187]

was another great chapter, keep it up. lookin forward to the next chapter u write

[JfizzLe91]

DAMN GOOD BEST IV SEEN ALL YEAR

[Dingleman]

GTAFourums should let you host a fanfict forum for each GTA, like seriously!

 

I also give this Fanfic my vote for "Best Fanfic".

 

Nobody can beat this.

[The_Dancing_Cat]

WOW! This is soooooooooooo good I can't wait for more!

 

For the document, I'll type it up on the weekend as that's the best time for me.

 

-Stef

Thanks, and that's cool

 

 

this is gold i was wondering if i could copy this onto word and make a actuall book and show my friends but ofcourse give you all the credit.

LOL, thanks very much! Don't your mates come on GTAForums? You should get them to!

 

And of course, thanks so very much to everybody else! Wooo, this topic is officially hot

 

I've only written half of the next chapter, but I shall get working on it again now.

 

 

[The_Dancing_Cat]

New post.

Bumpariffic!

Here's the next chapter.

 

Chapter 12

 

“Drop the gun, Miss Robinson,” said one of the police officers. “We don’t want to have to hurt you.”

“F*ck this,” Denise muttered and aimed her pistol at him.

BLAM!

He dropped to the floor, a foul soup of blood and brains oozing out of the gunshot in his forehead.

The other cops were all shocked at first, but quickly came to their senses and opened fire on Denise. Denise ducked, knowing from experience that they would all aim for her upper-half first. This gave her the chance to roll forward towards the reception and the hospital’s exit. She drew the nightstick she’d stolen at the same time and rammed it into a nearby policeman’s crotch.

He let out a silent howl and fell to his knees, where Denise delivered a sharp uppercut to his chin, throwing him backwards into another pair of pigs.

Denise was now free to make a dash for the exit, and she did so, ducking, occasionally jumping, and hunching her shoulders over as she avoided the bullets pursuing her. She dove through the automatic doors as a hail of lead slammed into the glass windows all around her, creating spider web-shaped cracks.

Denise had no time to enjoy the breeze on her face; she ran for the nearest vehicle and jumped in. She started the engine and turned the commandeered-ambulance sharply, bumping up onto the grass and almost toppling it. Sirens started up behind her as the police gave chase.

The medical van was certainly not the best vehicle for off-roading. It was top-heavy and unstable on the rocky, uneven ground as Denise forced it onwards past a small farm. There were police Rangers coming from left, right and centre, but the cops weren’t exactly the best drivers. Some of them smashed into the farm buildings, scattering people as they leapt for cover. Others still careened right down the hilly terrain - one rolled over onto its roof, crushing its occupants, before bursting into flames a moment after Denise zoomed past it.

There was a road ahead, and Denise’s ambulance bounced down onto it without too much difficulty. Some cops overshot it, rushing straight over it and down into the drink on the other side.

Denise swerved the ambulance to face up the road, and flicked on her sirens to make the traffic ahead of her move out of the way. She didn’t care if it alerted the police to her presence - she was already driving a bright white-and-red ambulance.

Cars and bikes let Denise pass as she roared along the road. Police sped after her, but she quickly spun the ambulance to the right and the Rangers flew off the road - some smashed into wooden fencing, and others ripped through it and into a group of barns nearby.

Denise blew her hair out of her eyes and hit the gas again. She saw a bridge straight ahead. There was a sign next to it which read:

'Martin Bridge

Las Venturas’

“What the Hell,” Denise shrugged and zoomed off. A cop car behind her spotted where she was going and tried to follow - it ended up driving headlong into the green road sign, leaving a dent in it and crumpling the front end of the car like a tin can.

Denise dared a glance in the rear view mirror to see a new squadron of Rangers tailing her. She looked forward again to see a sandy highway leading left or right. That was no good. The cops would catch her in seconds.

Then Denise saw a large hilly mound of desert sand, which looked like it could be climbed in a vehicle if it was going fast enough. She put the pedal to the metal and tore on towards the desert. She zipped across the first lanes of the road, drawing beeps and complaints from the drivers that had to come to a jarring halt - who ended up being bashed into by a pair of Rangers that hadn’t had time to stop.

Denise’s ambulance was now at the base of the sand slope and soon enough the wheels were chewing up the fine grains and spitting them back out, whirring wildly but unable to carry the weight of the ambulance upwards.

“SH*T! This never happens in the movies!” Denise shouted. She looked over the back of her seat to see the police Rangers had all stopped behind her and cops were climbing out, shotguns pointed at her van.

“Come out with your hands up!” called one of the officers.

“What the f**k are you talkin’ about?” whispered one of the other cops.

“I always wanted to say that,” the first guy replied.

The policemen all looked back at the ambulance to see the wheels had stopped desperately scrambling for traction on the sandy hill. One of the men motioned for another two to follow him. They slowly moved forwards, the muzzles of their shotguns aimed and ready.

The first pig reached the passenger door of the ambulance. He crouched below the window so the woman inside wouldn’t be able to see him at first. Then he jumped up, gun raised.

A look of confusion crossed his face.

There was nobody in the ambulance.

 

 

[ARMEDnPISSED]

 

NEED MORE CHAPTERS!!!

[Methodman187]

i agree, your story gets better and better

[Stezza]

My point is made clear.

 

-Stef

[ARMEDnPISSED]

I think I'm going to if I don't get the next chapter today

[The_Dancing_Cat]

Hi again.

Sorry it's been so long since the last chapter, I've been pretty busy and haven't had time to write the next bit!

Here it is now, hope it's alright. The first part I wrote from what I could remember about mirages, so please correct me if I'm wrong about something. Just writing this chapter put me into the hot desert and my brain kinda melted, LOL.

Enjoy...

 

Chapter 13

 

A mirage.

It looks simple enough, but the science behind it is strange and wonderful. Such an illusion requires the presence of intense heat - in a desert perhaps. If the temperature coming from the sand is high enough, it bends and distorts the view; and the blue sky above is reflected onto the grains below. This gives the impression of a glorious pool of water, an oasis in the distance. It fools the weary traveller unfortunate enough to be trekking through such conditions, and they may trudge for many miles in search of the drink they desperately need.

Worthless miles, possibly leading them even further out into the middle of nowhere.

Luckily, if you could call it luck, the deserts of San Andreas weren’t harsh enough to produce such dangerous beauties of the natural world. But they were tough enough for a fatigued fugitive with the police not far behind.

So Denise ran.

She sprinted through the desert, sweat trickling down her forehead in the hot afternoon sun. The sand slowed her down, swallowing her feet and pouring into the lace holes in her shoes. She had no idea where she was, and hadn’t thought it a good idea to have stopped at the village she’d passed to ask someone.

Denise was thirsty, starving, and tired. The heat rippled all around her, almost tauntingly, as drops of perspiration dripped into her eyes. She couldn’t breathe, she could barely walk any more, and she was so beaten back by despair, she wondered if there was even any point in running from the police. She might as well just sit down here in the desert and wait to be found... or wait to die of thirst.

Denise let out a long breath as she sank to the sandy ground. She lay down on her back and looked up at the bright sky. She thought about everything she’d done in her useless life. Just gangbanging, hanging out on street corners, living in the ghetto. She’d even had three kids when she was younger - too young to know anything - and had given them away. But when she’d met CJ, in a way she had kind of felt wanted, and useful. Her heart sank now as she realized how much she was letting him down. She’d given up on him. But after everything she’d seen, did he even need her?

Hell, he was probably having the most fun he’d ever had in his life, out in the countryside, leading a fresh new life. Never mind about the ‘hood, never mind about his friends, family or girl.

In the distance, Denise heard sirens. They swam through the heat towards her, sounding like a pack of ravenous wolves.

Denise sighed and got to her feet. She was about to surrender any weapons she had on her, ready for when the cops arrived, when she thought about her previous musings.

Was that really what CJ was about? They’d first met when he’d saved her from a burning building. He could have just left her there to die, but he didn’t. Maybe it was guilt, remorse, his conscience getting the better of him. But no matter what the motive, CJ wasn’t a buster any more. And Denise knew that she wasn’t either.

She set off running with a renewed vigour, breathing hard, wiping her forehead with her arm. She jumped down off a sand dune and hit the ground on her feet for once. She peered ahead into the distance, squinting through the heat and saw a small road. She’d been trying to avoid any roads so far, in case the cops were around, which is why she’d been following the edge of a canyon, high up above a river.

Denise carried on along the winding verge in silence. There was a very slight breeze blowing, and it refreshed Denise’s sweaty face. It also brought no messages of pursuing police; the sirens had all but died away.

Denise walked onwards, heading nearer and nearer to the road. But when she finally reached it, she found herself looking at a huge stone structure that loomed over the gentle river below like the shadow of a circling vulture above its prey.

It was a dam.

Denise approached the road cautiously. The grey snaking concrete path led right over the top of the dam and past some cliffs on the other side. Cars sped down the road, some of them honking their horns at Denise as she wandered over to the sand nearby.

“Get outta the road, lady!” screamed one guy.

Denise through a ‘V’ sign at him and carried on walking away from the dam. After all, there wasn’t anything there that particularly caught her attention.

At that moment, she felt a rough hand grab her shoulder. She span around to see the angry man standing behind her, a golf club clutched menacingly in his spare hand.

“Look, A don’t have time for this!” Denise screeched at him. She grabbed his wrist and twisted it up behind his back. He dropped the golf club in agony. Then she shoved him forward and he fell to the ground, sending up a cloud of sand.

Denise sprinted off before he could get back up. She ran on along the edge of the canyon, but then decided she needed to change her direction - just in case there were still cops looking for her. She dashed off away from the river and headed towards two strange-looking rock formations, which stood tall and proud in the hot sun. There was a gap between the two, so Denise aimed for that. It was only a short walk away, but to Denise it felt like hiking up Mt Chiliad. When she reached the space between the stone goliaths, she scrambled up a sandy slope and tumbled down the other side.

THUD!

Denise landed, not on sand as she had expected, but on parched, cracked earth. She heard voices; they were faint, but she could make out a few ‘Wow’s and ‘Oooh’s. She managed to pull herself up to see what was going on.

Her eyes widened.

She’d found her way to a tourist attraction, that was for sure. The people milling about were snapping pictures and gasping delightedly at another one of Nature’s beauties.

A geyser.

 

[GlockWorkz]

Yet again, you pulled it off

 

Amazing description.

[kirkwood]

great fanfic well done so far

[x0x h3ll x0x]

I'm speachless i can't say anything that was AMAZING