now he wants it back so he starts to pray
WHO: River, Selina, Knives, Castiel
WHERE: The same location as this.
WHEN: Monday night.
WARNINGS: SO MUCH SEXY CRAZY.
SUMMARY: River's conditioning has been triggered, and she is ready to Beat Up Everyone.
FORMAT: Para?
The one with the car had been easy enough to eliminate. He may have been strong, but a crushed larynx was a crushed larynx. When he hit the ground, River finished the job. She didn't hear the wet crack of his neck as it snapped under her foot, nor the screams of the woman who ran a little too close to her on her way to safety. She just moved, without sound. The woman went down, face-first into the asphalt. She didn't get back up.
There were mutants and there were civilians and there were heroes but it didn't matter. It was all just window dressing. What they wore on the outside was only a disguise for what they were underneath--muscle, bone, sinew. Tendons that could be bruised and cut, if only she could find a knife.
This was war. What she'd been prepared for, the last contingency. Though she was meant for subtlety--assassinations, taking out key problem cases--if things got down to it, there had to be a baseline command. And if the Alliance needed to take out the enemy forces at all costs and had no way to give her new orders, there was always war. The deepest level, the lowest common denominator. Until someone shut her down, it was just war. And everyone was a soldier.
WHERE: The same location as this.
WHEN: Monday night.
WARNINGS: SO MUCH SEXY CRAZY.
SUMMARY: River's conditioning has been triggered, and she is ready to Beat Up Everyone.
FORMAT: Para?
The one with the car had been easy enough to eliminate. He may have been strong, but a crushed larynx was a crushed larynx. When he hit the ground, River finished the job. She didn't hear the wet crack of his neck as it snapped under her foot, nor the screams of the woman who ran a little too close to her on her way to safety. She just moved, without sound. The woman went down, face-first into the asphalt. She didn't get back up.
There were mutants and there were civilians and there were heroes but it didn't matter. It was all just window dressing. What they wore on the outside was only a disguise for what they were underneath--muscle, bone, sinew. Tendons that could be bruised and cut, if only she could find a knife.
This was war. What she'd been prepared for, the last contingency. Though she was meant for subtlety--assassinations, taking out key problem cases--if things got down to it, there had to be a baseline command. And if the Alliance needed to take out the enemy forces at all costs and had no way to give her new orders, there was always war. The deepest level, the lowest common denominator. Until someone shut her down, it was just war. And everyone was a soldier.