Entity 128 | ✔️

6/Inseparable

Inseparable: not capable of being separated or disjointed; seemingly always together

A girl about twenty years of age stood there, carefully examining a bottle of medicine, holding it delicately as if it was an injured duckling. She wore a pair of olive green jeans, matched with a baggy white long sleeved shirt and a pair of stardust coloured sneakers.

Still fixated by what was in front of him, River ran his hand through his hair, slipping his hood off, still staring at her. Her hair was two or three shades lighter than he had expected, but it fell down in the exact same manner he had portrayed. Out of all the lives he lived, he just had to find her here, in a convenience store, while he was being given the title of a terrorist for having messed with the MI-6. He didn't know how to approach her. Should he ask her a question? Or walk up to her and explain everything? Without thinking, he did a bit of both.

"Do you need help finding anything?" he asked, wanting to take his idiotic question back almost as quickly as it had slipped out of his mouth.

A pair of startled emerald green eyes stared at him for a moment, until her porcelain-like face relaxed and smiled the same smile that was constantly playing in his mind. "Only if it'll make my job easier..." Her voice was strong with a hint of suavity, flowing naturally without faltering.

"What are you looking for?" he asked, feeling a bit more comfortable.

She placed the bottle back and chose another one, being just as gentle with it. "Off-the-shelf medicine that contains sodium nitrate, as well as nitroglycerin pills..."

Grabbing a bottle himself, River was quick to start looking with her, but kept being drawn back to her, noticing that something was off about the way she did things, but he couldn't tell what it was exactly. Suddenly, his heightened abilities sensed danger, telling him that the police were close. Just as he turned around to tell her, she turned to him, a huge smile crossing her face, for she had found what she was looking for.

"Look," he said, thinking fast, interrupting her eureka moment. "I don't know how I'm supposed to explain this to you, but something really bad is going to happen if you don't come with me..."

She stared at him blankly before asking a quick question. "Armageddon?"

"Probably worse..." he answered, getting nervous. "How about this? Finish up with what you have to get, meet me outside, and pay with this..." He handed her around twenty pounds cash before turning around and jogging out of the store hastily.

She waited a moment or two before making her way to the cash register, receiving a few extra glances from the cashier while handing him the money. Outside, she found the guy that helped her half seated in a car parked close to the store. A gust of wind blew her hair out of her face, and she saw what he was doing: hot wiring the car with an unpleasant look on his face. It wasn't long before the engine roared to life and he looked back to her.

"Come on," he said sharply. She stared at him, hesitant about getting into a car with a stranger. However, the urgent looks on his face were starting to persuade her, since they showed the smallest hint of being seductive. She barely had time to get into the vehicle before it was speeding out onto the streets, narrowly missing a crash with another car.

He drove briskly, wondering why he brought her along with him in the first place. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that she might be the only way for him to know who he really is, or at least was. The thought of him not knowing who he was, and the thought of him not exactly being a human made him drive with even more frustration.

"Do you always drive this harshly?" she asked him, holding onto her seatbelt for dear life. Her comment made him realize that he wasn't the only one in the car, and that having her around wasn't making him nervous in any way. On the contrary, it felt completely natural to be with her, practically déjà vu, even if something about her wasn't quite right. He felt as if he already knew her, which lead to him realizing that he had to protect her no matter what happened to the both of them.

Instead of answering her question, he asked an unrelated one. "Would you by any chance know what I can use to melt metal?"

"Copper sulphate and phosphoric acid," she answered almost robotically, taking him by surprise. "Why do you ask?"

"I might need it... And where can I get some?"

"Paint stores I suppose...."

"And where's the nearest one?"

"Take a left."

He turned the corner sharply. "Why?"

"Paint store." She pointed to a small shop up ahead. River drove into the parking lot almost as quickly as he got out of the car. The girl followed him closely, just to make sure he bought the right things.

"By the way," he asked, "how do you know all of this?"

"I just happen to be a chemist..." she answered him before calling over an employee to help her out.

It took the two about ten minutes to obtain a copper sulphate solution and a phosphoric acid solution. River wouldn't stop questioning her mentally; how was she a chemist; why did she come with him; how could someone he's never met before seem so natural to be around... Back in the car, they drove some more, eventually finding a spot to bury the solutions. For now they were far away from the city thus safe from the cops.

Or so they thought.