"Misty, let me go right now." River snarled, her hands twitching.
(Is this post a little much?)
River broke from Misty's grip, stalking towards him. "Oh, you don't know what killing means. In those tunnels, you killed to live." She gave a chilling smirk. "I've killed just for killing's sake." She snarled, face contorting into an odd look. "Then stop acting like it! You know what I'm going through?" She asked, cocking her head. "Every night I see the same thing, I see those men break into my house, grab my mother's hair and force her to watch as they put a bullet in my father's head, make me watch as the life drained from him." She glanced away for a second, before looking back to him. "Then they force me to watch her die, and then they take my little brother. And they leave my in the dust and my parent's blood with nothing but this very knife. I still feel the blood sticking to my skin as I rocked their cold bodies." She said manically, her eyes misted. "Then I see my first kill. I was fourteen and on the run, and one things leads to another and I get in a fight. I shot a boy with his own gun, with the very gun on my hip now, and I liked it." She paused, fearful of her words. "I remember seeing my few and far apart friends betray me. I remember going to a new friend's funeral. I remember my friend's wings melting off him. And you know what my newest memory is? Standing in those tunnels and wondering if my son would die. And now I'm left to wonder how my little brother died, all alone." She yelped, before backing up, eyes going wide as she realized everything she had just said.
Her hand flew to her head, and she stopped moving. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have said any of that. Please... I..." She glanced around, fumbling with her hands. "Just, forget I just said all that."
River began backing away, trying to seem invisible.