Who: River Tam and The Master What: River's had enough of hiding. You don't take her brother, you just don't. Too bad he has a way to keep her When: 1 June 2012, afternoonish Where: Streets of Lawrence to the lab where Simon is presently being held with Felicia Warnings: Violence Status: Incomplete
Simon had said he'd be back. That there was an emergency at the hospital and to stay put. That he'd be fine and be back. River hadn't been okay with that. She had been very far from okay and had started panicking something fierce at the prospect of her brother going out. Peeta was already missing. And she had a feeling deep within that something bad was going to happen. Fear. Because Simon was all she had from home. He was her family. He was the one who had come for her when her parents hadn't believed him. He'd given everything up for her. He couldn't get taken. He just couldn't.
So River had done as she was told. She had stayed in the apartment and tried to drown out the ever rising panic that was overwhelming her. Tried to focus on one thing at a time. To not break and have another episode, which were fairly often at the moment from the current situation. But something happened. In the midst of circling newspaper articles frantically for fallacies, River felt something. Simon. Simon was in trouble. Simon was supposed to be coming home and he wasn't. He was hurting. In trouble. And something snapped. It wasn't like the bar where she lost control of herself, where she suddenly was a killer and nothing more. No. This was like when Jubal Early had shot Simon. The pain. She'd been willing to be his bounty if it meant saving her crew. But then he'd shot Simon.
Now. River should have listened to Simon. He wanted her to stay inside. But he was in danger. He had risked everything for her and now he needed her. He might not think it, but he did. She could save him. She could focus her thoughts to save him. The abilities she'd been trained in from all the experiments. Utilizing her grace and training her to be a weapon. True, she didn't know. It was all subliminal. The pain overrode it. So she left her message for whomever it was that had taken her brother and left. Everyone was scared. Hiding. They didn't notice her leaving and even if they had, she would have subdued them as necessary. But she could be invisible if she had to. Ceilings were great for hiding places.
The streets were in chaos, but River was so focused that she didn't pay mind to the fear and panic even if normally it would send her cowering from feeling too many things all at once. Instead, she dispatched the plastic men with ease, dodging their shots so they shot one another. As such, she led a trail of dispatched Autons on her way to the laboratory that Simon was being held at. She didn't realize of course that it was a laboratory. All she knew was she could feel him there. And someone else that was displaced and not plastic. There were others, mindless. They felt nothing. But they swarmed her and she fought. Fought with unnerving grace, movements fluid as if water. And she grabbed a gun from one and with the unconscious guards around her, aimed up where she felt another presence before shooting.