River Tam (manylittlesouls) wrote in 4bidden, @ 2014-10-06 20:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | #week: 6, &day: saturday, *character: river tam, *character: rupert giles (dropped), ~thread: complete |
Who: Giles and River
Where: Outside of Giles' home
When: Week 6. Saturday. Night.
Rating: Violence, death, River being a ninja
Status: Closed, Incomplete
She always wandered when Giles wasn't home or Lillah wasn't around. When Russ couldn't dance or the songbirds and their demons were too quiet, River walked. She traced footsteps that no one could see, sometimes stepping on the cracks, sometimes avoiding them at all costs. It was a dangerous dance, and no one else knew the steps.
The odd girl was nearly home when she heard them behind her. Bad men that meant to do bad things in a remote area. Had they followed her home? Like lost little puppies that bit off more than they could chew. Humans. And they thought she was too, but she wasn't River tonight. She was a Weapon.
River stopped in the middle of the deserted street, her aqua blue dress billowed in the breeze over the black leggings and coat that she wore. Her boots her sturdy. When she had to wear them, she insisted they be sturdy. She didn't move when they called to her.
"What's a sweet, little thing like you doing out all alone like this?" one of them asked. One gun. Two knives. She counted the sounds. Minor thugs. No one would miss them. "Could get yourself in a lot of trouble all alone, little girl."
"Male. Caucasian. thirty-four," she recited simply, startling the man.
"Wh-what the fuck did you say?" was the eloquent response.
"Couldn't hold a job. Fell in with the wrong crowd when you were 13 years and 5 months old. Never fell out. Never completed high school," River continued to recite the facts mechanically. "You pretend you don't care, but it bothers you that you broke your mother's heart. She died last year, and you didn't even go to the funeral."
"What the fucking hell? You better shut the fuck up, bi-" The words never even left his mouth. River spun around in a flash, roundhouse kicking the man who had been speaking in the head with enough force to knock him down. She dipped low, avoiding the shot from one of the guns and retrieving the knife the downed man had dropped, throwing it with eerie accuracy right into the skull of the man with the gun. She spun around, taking the gun from his hand before he fell dead to the ground. She didn't even turn to look when she leveled the gun and shot the third thug who had tried to run right in the back of the head.
The one who had spoken. All talk, no words. He was still alive and trying to regain his senses. Gun in hand and dress splattered with the blood of the man she's literally stabbed in the head, River stood over him watching with the gun leveled at his head, her eyes far away and almost empty.