[b]River[/b]

Rolling from side to side in bed, River eventually sat up and pulled his knees closer to his chest. That other day during the exercise, he would have killed several people if the whole thing wasn’t fake. It got him thinking, just what was he willing to do to protect himself and others? The thought of killing anyone was absurd but that day, he completely discarded something that had been a given for so long. The will to survive was strong enough to surpass his morals and would have made him a killer. Rubbing his forehead, River placed his naked feet on the floor and slipped into a pair of jeans and a thin black shirt before heading out early in the morning to drop down by a tree in the garden. Was he truly X-Men material if this was going to occupy his mind after each mission? He could see it in front of him, they’d call him weak willed and unable to do what’s expected of him. They’d tell him to get his shit together and understand that it’s either him or them. With a soft sigh, River lowered his head slightly, closing his eyes. He wanted to be X-Men material, what else was there? He had been training like crazy to get to that point and when eventually faced with the real thing, he preformed worse than desired. No, he shot well, he was just hesitating way too much and that would eventually get him killed. 

Disappointed, River moved his head up and looked at the golden sky coloured such by the slowly ascending sun. This had been haunting him too much for his own good and needed to be laid to rest in one way or the other. A few moments later, River ascended back to his feet and leaned against the thick tree, covering his eyes at the sight of the ever rising sun. This wasn’t too unusual, waking at the dawn of light. The clock stood at five AM and he could go for more sleep but now that he was up, might as well do something with it. 

A gentle smile stretched across his lips with the sunlit warmth touching his skin. Only one thing seemed appropriate right at this moment with the streets completely empty. River made his way back and moved carefully through the mansion towards his room, trying not to make too much noise as he slipped back through the door and avoided waking his roommate. He grabbed hold of his iPod and changed into a pair of tracking pants and sneakers before putting a headband on to make sure his bangs didn’t make him run into a wall. With that, River went for an early morning jog, something he realised was highly underrated.