Three Lessons (open)

[laura]

The stage was set and the surroundings were clear. A thick, musky scent filled the air as the weapon followed it through the alleyways. The night was young and the stillness was almost deafening to the woman alone with her thoughts. A loud siren was heard from a distance, but that did not distract her from her mission. Her savage mind was only on one thing and she would not rest until it was accomplished with perfection. Jumping from one building to the next, the woman landed with a feline precision and continued to run without a moment of rest.

At the end of the street, X-23 slid behind a deteriorating chimney to cover her presence. Her bones ached, screaming for a release. Her heart was racing, but the adrenaline only fed her cravings for more. She felt the cold bricks beneath her touch and the smell of ashes invaded every one of her senses. The black and leather attire she wore blended perfectly against the calming darkness, the very essence the weapon lived on. Her amusing lips curled into a sharp and deadly smirk as her canine ears picked up on a sound below her. Scratching her knuckles, feeling the itch to unsheathe her claws, knowing her mission is coming to an end; X-23 crouched to ground and slowly stalked towards her victim.

"Lesson number one," she hummed to herself. "No one can ever escape."

The woman jumped from the roof, three stories high, without a sound revealing her presence. The chase was exhilarating, watching her prey squirm and desperately trying to run for his pathetic life. The sound of feet stumbling against the concrete only fed her instincts to kill, but no, her mind was patient. She will do this according to plan. Her eyes, the very form of the grim reaper himself, sadistically glowed with an eerie taunt. The man’s whimpers alone were enough to disgust her. She liked to do things slowly, perfecting with no mistakes, and the victim’s cowering only made it worse for him.

"Lesson number two," X-23 spoke into the night. "Your death is only inevitable."

Long and sharp claws broken her skin’s surface, the blood instantly dried as her healing factor erased any scars from existence. They gleamed in the moonlight, her midnight hair cascading in the darkness. The information about the man infiltrated her mind, exposing all his life mistakes and worthless attempts to make the perfect weapon. The man belonged to Hydra and his perfect weapon knew she would enjoy this moment for a long time to come. With a click of his heels, the man with fear in his eyes desperately tried to escape from his predator. The same predator he had created.

"Lesson number three," the weapon smirked. "You trained me to never make a mistake."

She was on him before the scientist could scream for help. Her solid frame attacked him, slamming her weight against his. The gloves on her hands coiled around his neck to muffle his quiet screams. Her claws on her opposing hand dug so deeply into her victim’s back, he was consciously aware of every injury. X-23 wanted him dead and Hydra entirely gone. They would pay for her existence and know of her pain. Raising her claws, she readied herself to finish the job.

[ooc; blah, not my best.]

[adam]

Adam could be seen walking out of a a night club near a series of ally ways with both his mind and body feeling very relaxed and lose from the 3 rum and cokes he had earlier. Sure he wasn't technically legally allowed to drink, but with a fake ID, the skies the limit in terms of what he could drink. As the slightly drunken Weapon X agent was about to pass one of the alley ways, something shiny caught the corner of his eyes and when he turned to see what it was, he saw a woman that appeared to be a bit older than him with a set of metal claws into someone's back and another set raised into the air preparing to make the final blow.

A woman with metal claws? This has to be X-23 thought Adam as he quickly took cover behind the left wall of the alley way entrance. Despite being a Weapon X agent or being labeled as X-24, Adam had never met X-23, but he has heard rumors about how she's the perfect killing machine and that she was made from Wolverine's DNA. She's probably not going to leave a witness seeing how she's most likely going to kill that man and that I saw her. Since she can track my scent,fighting might be my only option thought Adam as he threw off his gloves and despite the fact that he was in danger, he was relatively calm about the situation.

While part of it had to do with him being a bit drunk, most of it came from the Weapon X training program which taught him to analyze the situation and keeping your head at all times. He would then take a peek from the wall he against to see what she was going to do next. Sure, it might have been good to go out and help the man, but Adam assessed that he was going to die from his wounds anyway she were to leave him alone without making that final blow she was preparing to make.

[laura]

A cruel scent thick with liquor caught her interest as the wind ever so slightly shifted. In an instant, X-23 knew without a doubt she had an audience. The man only whimpered in self defense as his stalker slammed his head against the street in order to keep him quiet. Her knuckles were white from holding onto her victim for a long amount of time and patience was growing thin as the target slipped between conscious. His messy suit was soiled and the smell of his accident filled the polluted air. X-23’s sage green eyes narrowed with disgust, her pale skin darkening beneath the scientist’s blood as her hands were coated with the thick, crimson liquid.

X-23 quietly growled, the grotesque repugnance lured the fighting machine into the perfect killing mode. In a quick motion, his life ended. Beautiful silver gleamed until its victims’ life slowly seeped out into the perfect black night. This was just another stimulation in Laura’s mind just as if she was back at the training area at HYDRA’s headquarters. Except this time, HYDRA's flawless weapon happened to be hunting down her creators. The body was damp, but the female bent against the limp body and whispered empty promises into the dead corpse skull.

A powerful leg pushed the empty vessel into a pile of garbage knowing it was the right way to dispose it. The smell stunk enough to cover any repelling odor, but X-23’s thoughts were someplace else. Her eyes gazed into the night, directly towards the intruder. Although darkness concealed most of his profile, the raven-blacked hair woman knew it belonged to a drunk man. A boot took a step forward as X-23 kept her vengeful eyes located on the man’s hazy shadow.

"You need to come out now." Laura’s sharp voice demanded. Tracking and hunting were her specialty and to have someone stare as if she was a freak annoyed her greatly. She never made a mistake and to leave a person alive after witnessing her criminal acts was against any common sense. But there was something familiar in the man’s stench as if a distant memory still haunted her. Her legs kept walking until X-23 only stood a few feet from where the viewer stood. If he run, it would only entice her to hunt him down like she did the scientists, but she wouldn’t allow him to leave.

[adam]

When Laura demanded her audience member to step forward, Adam quickly developed a plan to get himself out of this situation and a backup plan just in case she decides to kill him. He honestly hoped that he didn't have to resort to the back up plan mostly because it involved him getting stabbed by the living weapon. Adam would then walked into the alley way and stumbled forward as if he was going to lose balance. "Whoa!" said Adam as he quickly stumbled back a bit to regain balance. This however was all just an act and the role that Adam was playing was that of the drunken fool.

"WOW LADY *hic* Your PERTTY" said Adam with a loud voice as if he had absolutely no control over the volume of his voice. The young Weapon X agent tried to make himself as annoying as possible to X-23 in order to get her to tell him to simply just get out of here and he didn't even look at the body in the garbage in order to make it seem that he knew nothing of what happened.

[laura]

The subject of her interest stepped from the shadows and into the moon cascade night. Her eyes focused on the man’s silhouette as he stumbled like any average drunk would. There was nothing about him which stood out of the ordinary, but the woman’s doubts pushed her to examine him further. The black hair was chaotic in the brutal murder of the unfortunate scientist, but murderous green eyes glared from beneath her bangs as X-23 fixated her complete attention on the tipsy boy whom only appeared a little younger than herself. Her foot slammed against the concrete, closing the space between the boy and girl until there was very little space left.

"Who are you?" A young, feminine voice demanded from her parted lips. Her nose wrinkled from the apparent compliment, which she ignored completely. No one has ever complimented her rather than a nice job done after assassinating a government official. The silence made her ears ache as her mind tried to comprehend the situation and what exactly the boy was after. X-23’s arm slowly rose to the man’s throat and her weapons quietly forced themselves from her flesh. The cold air felt unusually crisp when autumn had barely begun, except in the dead-end alley there was nothing stopping from Target X from taking another life.

[ooc: I apologize greatly for making such a lazy post. ^^;]

[adam]

Adam couldn't help but notice the murderous intent in her green eyes and how her hair was chaotic and untamed like some kind wild vicious animal. But Adam wasn't afraid, after all, Weapon X's training had always put his life on the line, but more importantly, Adam knew that he was the one of the few people in the world that could kill her. After all, Adam's ability not only absorbed a person's life force, but also their super powers, and without a healing factor, X-23 was just as mortal as most people. The young woman began to walk towards him with her foot steps heavily hitting the pavement while Adam's body swayed back and forth like the hapless drunken idiot he was pretending to be.

Once she was close enough, her arm slowly rose to his neck before a set of metal claws emerged from them. The young mutant looked down at the claws pointed at his neck as X-23 demanded his name.Well, so much for that back up plan thought Adam as he made himself appear to be afraid. He would then take a step back before he suddenly fell to the ground and landed on his back.

Good, I'm away from those claws thought Adam feeling a bit safer now that he was away from those claws. Now that he was away, if she were to go for the kill, all he needed to do was kick her away. "Pa..Pa PLEASE DON"T HURT ME. I DIDN'T MEAN TO GO OUT DRINKING. I KNOW THAT IT IT WAS WRONG FOR SOME SOME SOMEONE AS YOUNG AS ME TO GO OUT DRINKING. BUT ISN"T KILLING ME GOING A A BIT TOO FAR?" asked Adam as tears gushed from his eyes as he tried to make himself sound as irrational as possible. Even going as far as mistaken his own wrong was the main reason why he was in this mess.

[laura]

The tears made it possible the kid was telling the truth. X-23 had no reason not to believe his complete drunken and embarrassing state. There was true fear in his eyes as she observed his actions with a detailed eye. Nothing could come from murdering another victim, even if he was just a bystander, or at least this was what her mind began to reason. As his body trembled with convincing terror as if he was truly desperate for another chance, Laura sensed there was alarm written in his terrifying eyes. But he stumbled backwards before the weapon had a chance to have a clear reading.

Her arm remained in mid-air, the lethal and metal claws no longer aiming towards a second victim for that night. Wasn’t it enough she completed her mission without a catastrophe destroying her perfect record? By morning, in the intoxicated state the boy was, he would soon forget everything he might have seen. Yet as the seconds ticked away, deciding whether he should live or die, X-23 retracted her claws. The night was still young and perhaps she could finish the rest off before dawn. The clone focused her attention on him determined to find out if he’s worthy to leave unharmed or not.

Soon as X-23 considered him an insect, nothing more than another miserable human trying to drown himself to escape his sorrow, she turned away to leave him crying in despair. Her black attire blended well in the darkness, the passing car could not see her as the woman approached the end of the alley way. Something in the back of her mind insisted that she was making a terrible mistake. That boy possessed something strangely familiar and the consistent annoyance was beginning to drive the hell out of her. A thumb was jabbed into her mouth as Target X crunched down in attempts to place what the boy was to her. But all that her mind allowed to her see were images of the Facility she grew up in.

In an instant, recognition crossed her pale features. Narrowed eyes turned away from the intersection as they darted at the boy, accusing him more than just an underage alcoholic. His scent, everything about it reminded her of HYDRA. Horrid images flashed across her mind as she desperately tried from re-living the same cruel memories that still haunted her to this day. Hopefully before the boy had time to flee, the weapon jumped with amazing agility and landed gracefully beside him.

"Tell me who you really are." The voice venomously demanded as her anger increased. Violently she tried to kick him into submission. Whether it made contact or not, X-23 couldn’t be for sure. She was far too enraged to make the distinction. Her body lowered until she knelt in front of the boy down at his level still believing he was under the influence. A impatient growl meant the woman was in no mood for games and needed an answer before eliminating him.

[adam]

When Laura retracted her claws, Adam knew that it was just a matter of time for her to walk away. After all, the traits his character demonstrated made him seem like a drunken crying fool who was at the wrong place at the wrong time. She would then started to out of the alley way and during this time, the young mutant got up and wiped the tears from his eyes with his right sleeve. Then all of a sudden, Laura turned around with her darting eyes filled with accusation. The young mutant's jaw dropped as he had realized this was far from over. As Laura leaped towards him, he backed away from his current position keeping his eyes on her at all time.

When she landed about a foot or two away from him, she asked him with a voice full of intense anger and hatred who he really was. Before Adam was able to speak, she started kicking at him, but his self defense training kicked in as he blocked her kicks by blocking with his legs and arms. So much for getting out of this without a fight thought Adam as he jumped back to avoid the last kick.

"Someone who was in the wrong place at the wrong time" said Adam before he started to go on the offensive by throwing a front kick at her stomach that contained enough speed and power that only the best human athletes are capable of. If the kick hit, he would then proceed to throw a well planned jab at her face knowing full well that he needed to make some skin contact if he was going to get out of this mess alive.

[laura]

Just as she thought, this man had training. In a flash, he lost all of his incoherent qualities and quickly changed into a fighter with well-trained abilities. Recovering from her initial shock by digging her feline nails into her arm, the woman in black frowned at her opponent's attempt to avoid internal damage by protecting himself. This wasn't right, on one that young could block one of her attack unless specifically trained from HYDRA and Weapon X.

Finally, her mind concluded he must be an agent from Weapon X, she would have recognized him if he were a product of HYDRA. It all made sense now and by her critical calculations, he wound need to be terminated in order from his relaying her whereabouts to HQ.
The motion of his leg lured X-23 into defense mode as she instinctively allowed her training to take control. The situation, however, favored the man as his earlier attack made precise contact with Laura's abdomen. While the air was pushed out of her lungs, her organs screaming with fire, the killing weapon sadistically smirked at her opportunity. The boy was open to attack with no real way to defend himself when X-23 pushed her weight against his. Somewhere behind him there was a solid wall and her idea was to brutally shove his body against it.

Determined to smash her shoulder so he would fall back; X-23 laced her fingers around the fabric of the man?s shirt. With brute force behind the push, her eyes scanned his facial features for the first time. It was clear he didn?t resemble an ordinary weapon, but his scent did not lie. Through the sound of her ribs' vulgar cracking, the male?s stiff voice tried to reason as if SHE was the threat. Mercy was a luxury long gone when X-23 demanded his attention through physical beating. Laura was finished playing these ridiculous games and stupid answers, she?s absolutely sure he knew more than the average town idiot.

"You will tell me who you are working for." She whispered against his ear in disgust. There were no doubts in her half-crazed mind, but she ignored possibilities he was innocent as she was. Killing him right now would only ruin her chances for the entire story, but it was best to torture the answers out because in her opinion it cut the time in half.

[adam]

After Adam's kick landed, X-23 suddenly grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt and pushed him into the wall. His eyes were full of panic as he looked at the half crazed woman. But like any other male around his age, he did have to admit that she was hot, even in the state that she was in. The woman would then study his facial features as if she was studying every detail so that she can immediately recognize him if she were to see him again. Adam would then quickly study the situation that he was currently in and realized something very important. He had the advantage. For starters, she was still holding him by the fabric of his shirt, so blocking an attack was out of the option.

All he needed to do now is do something that not even she would expect. The woman would then would then whisper into his hear that he will tell her who he was working for. "OK, OK. I'll tell you who I'm working for. I'm working for " Then all of a sudden, Adam quickly brought his head closer to X-23's head as he attempted to kiss her on the lips in order to weaken her and absorb her powers.

[laura]

Just as an answer was forming from his lips, the boy leaned closer. X-23 did have a chance to refresh his memory before those same lips pushed against her own. What harassment is this? Laura thought to herself, not sure how to react to a personal and physical touch. No one, not even the facility, mentioned the contact between two people could be so invasive. That is when her entire body convulsed with a sharp pain coursing through her veins. It was torture to feel the pain on the inside and in her cruel mind; Laura couldn’t understand why it didn’t stop. In the distant part of her mind, the agony reminded her she was alive just as did cutting herself.

Even consumed with a throbbing pain, X-23 placed two and two together. The pain didn’t start until the boy invaded her space with an intimate touch. To break his hold, X-23 bit the boy’s lips until her canines broke his skin. Although she wasn’t sure if it was her blood or his she tasted, but she attempted to push him in the chest to release his spell. With fatal eyes locking onto his, Laura licked her lips clean of the crimson blood and continued to ignore the pain bottling inside. Outraged he dared to harm her, X-23 tightened her muscles in a wild rage to destroy him once and for all.

But as her eyes focused on her stained knuckles, the ripping of her flesh killed her more than the pain inside. Her eyes grew wide, realizing they refused to heal. The metallic claws were still there, but the soreness refused to go away. Her healing factor never left a scar even when she should have been knocked out; it dulled all the pain she felt. Rage took over as well as confusion. X-23 snarled in the boy’s direction and pushed past his personal space, shoving her claws into his face as if he could take away the pain.

What the hell did you do me? She managed to demand between pants, trying to calm herself down. She wasn’t angered by the overwhelming pain, but because he somehow took away her powers and she would be useless as puppet if she didn’t recover her healing factor. Laura could feel losing control over the situation and herself, and that wasn’t allowed as she started to violently attack him, hoping just to feel her claws skin into her victim’s carcass.

[adam]

As Adam kissed X-23, images rushed into his head of her past and how she was trained as a weapon ever since the moment she was born. He also saw he destroy all of the clones made after her with what appeared to be a mother like figure and saw her kill her When Laura tried to break free by pushing his chess, it proved to be futile as his back was already against the wall. Adam would then feel a sharp pain from his lower lip as Laura tried to break free by biting it and although it was quite painful, Laura's psyche influenced his mind somewhat as the pain reminded him that he was alive. Because of this, he wasn't going to break the kiss, especially knowing full well that if she were to do something as drastic as biting off, he would just regenerate the missing piece.

Time to end this thought Adam as a pair of claws suddenly tore through the flesh of the knuckles of his right hand. Sure the process was quite painful, but Adam was already mentally prepared for it as Laura's experiences temporarily became his own. He would then attempt to stab the left side of her body between the ribs and and the pelvis. If the claws went in, Adam would have the claws retract back into his body and released Laura from the painful kiss.

[laura]

Something had gone wrong. Instead of being freed like she demanded to, what was known as a kiss still lingered longer than she anticipated. The scent of beautiful blood filled her nostrils, except this time the sounds of ripping flesh came from the unnamed boy. If stealing her healing factor wasn’t enough, he had the same arrogance to somehow alter his DNA to copy her mutant abilities. The closer death insisted on stealing her life, the sooner insanity took control. Tactics, numbers, and strategy slowly seeped as delicious malice conquered every fiber of her brain. A deep husky growl forced its way to her throat, X-23 fighting every step was filled with a self-loathing for losing control.

The boy only fed the beast when his boned claws forced their way into her flesh. With no healing factor to instantly close her grisly wound, her blood began to taint the two. But she wouldn’t stop until her target was finished; not until the end when one of them wins and the other dies. X-23 managed to overcome the intense pain and through the desire to die. Pain was her only drug in this world that kept her going; in fact the glimpse into death only strengthened her will.

With sheer and powerful will, X-23 reached for his skull. Instead of knocking the crap out of him, she tried to strangle a grasp of hair into her hand. Hopefully with enough force, she thrust her lips harder against his to maim him in order from him to release. It was difficult not to cough up blood that threatened to escape, but red liquid draining from her ribs gave a clear warning she should of stopped. But X-23 was trained to die killing another life, should it mean taking herself along with them.

"You will die with me." The clone of Weapon X softly promised, refusing to step away from the boy’s physical contact. To keep him from escaping, she tried to dig her dagger sharp nail into his shoulder. If she had to kill him by bleeding to death, then so be it.

[roflcopterpaul]

Daken had been walking around the city streets that night, as he often did, looking for something, someone, that he could take advantage of. It was his talent, his hobby, and his way of life, manipulating others to gain some sort of benefit. At times, he did something seemingly without reward, only to cash it on it several years later, ensuring that he never forgot any detail if it meant he could squeeze something out of it later on. Tonight, luckily for him, would be no different. As he walked, he caught the scent of blood in the air, tilting his head back to sniff the sky, taking in the far too familiar scent that flowed toward him through the breeze. Tonight, he was wearing only some fitting blue jeans and a tight t-shirt that showed off his flawless musculature. Of course, despite his physical attractiveness, it usually went unnoticed during the first several encounters, as the large tribal tattoo that covered his entire left arm and the strange mohawk style atop his otherwise bald scalp usually stole all of the attention from onlookers.

His hands in the pockets of his jeans, he slowly paced closer, showing no rush, no care. Most people wouldn't have been able to tell what was going on from so far away, and when they did get close enough to see a murder, they would run. Daken, however, was the exact opposite, his hyper keen senses picking it all up from a much further distance, and the idea of street violence and unnecessary death drawing him in closer. Before long, he got close enough to hear the commotion, the exchange of words, the threat of death. Standing against a wall at the end of the alley, around the corner so that he could not be seen, he silently kicked his shoes off, leaving himself bare footed. He then slowly walked forward, taking each step with his heels first so that it would be completely silent to human ears, and hardly noticeable to anything else. Though the key factor was the fact he was suppressing his own pheromones, something he did out of instinct whenever sneaking up on someone or attempting to hide, preventing his body from generating any smell at all.

He saw the mans side, in a strange embrace with a smaller girl, though all he knew was that one, or both of them, were bleeding, seeing it dripping down and smelling it upon them. As he heard the girl, who did not sound very healthy, speak what would likely be the last of her words, Daken initiated an attack. If he remained undetected, he would rush forward and jab his arms forward quickly, along with popping out the two claws from the knuckles of both hands, to impale the man in the neck right hand and in the side of his stomach with his left hand. If the man had not noticed him before hand, or if the girl was holding him in place even enough to prevent him from moving at peak agility levels, he would receive four long metal claws clean through his body. If caught, the only way to pull away would be to sacrifice his entire head and abdomen, which only a suicidal fool with make.

Of course, on the off chance that the man had noticed ahead of time and moved, Daken would keep his hands in his pockets, an unusually peaceful smile upon his face, and then he would probably have to explain himself. Either way, Daken could not resist speaking in response to the small girls words.

"You will die with me."

The smile was because of her words, and the thoughts that ran through his head. How lucky was he, coming around to see a fresh corpse and two more about to kill one another. He could gather up the winnings like a vulture upon the corpse of a starved gazelle, reaping all of the rewards with none of the work. Two for the price of none... Jackpot.

"Killing each other? That's a two'fer."

[adam]

Adam could feel the blood gushing from Laura's wound as it covered his shirt and the hoodie he was wearing. Then all of a sudden, Adam heard foot steps coming their way which he was only able to hear due to the super human senses that he took from the living Weapon. The young Weapon X agent shifted his eyes over to his right and saw a man with a black mohawk style hair cut that looked pretty well built. But there was one thing that Adam found odd, and that was the fact that there was no scent. Then all of a sudden, Laura grabbed a chunk of his hair as she pressed her lips harder against his and blood started going down his throat as she coughed blood.

She would then tell the Adam that the two of them were going to die together and the next thing Adam knew, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as she thrust her claw like nails into his shoulder. Adam would then hear the guy mention how killing each other was a two'far. She won't be able to last much longer. Lack of life force is accompanied by a loss of consciousness. And with her bleeding, it should be soon. thought Adams before the man suddenly had metal claws break through the skin of his hands.

Another one!? thought Adam as his eyes widened in fear. The next thing Adam knew, he felt a very sharp pain in his neck and the right side of his stomach as the man stabbed neck and stomach. Blood would then begin to gush from his stomach while blood began to drip down his neck. Since he Laura was keeping him against the wall, there was no way for him to get out.