Salvation [Wolverine]

[laura]

The breeze felt so overwhelming the thickness of her lust snapped quickly. The heavy and musky scent in the air provided the evidence the woman needed. Her desire to locate her predecessor had been so consuming that every detail faded into the distance. Sirens and high speed chases were ignored as Laura knelt to the ground.

Gravel dug into her flesh, but the pain went unnoticed as she grabbed a handful of dirt. Weapon X definitely traveled this way and sooner rather than later, she would find the reason for her pitiful existence. His scent was beyond impossible to forget since she possessed the exact smell. Everything that made Weapon X special was programmed into her; his blood, his DNA, everything.

Inhaling the scent she grew to hate filled her nostrils. The Wolverine was very close and her pulsed race as memories of her past invaded her mind. As if her blood began to boil, her arm trembled and forcing it still was no easy chore. Weapon X created her, no matter if he knew about his clone or not. She killed because of him and every single thing he was destined to do was pushed onto her. HE was the original, he was the perfect weapon. Laura never had a chance to be someone else not when she was raised to be just...like...him.

Deadly daggers of impenetrable Adamantium grew from her flesh. In the hot daylight, the sharp metal shone like a sick weapon coated with blood. She forced her claws into the thick tree beside her. The wood fell onto the mossy earth with a loud and deafening bang. X-23 licked her crimson lips and bit hard to draw blood, but it didn't do any good. It never did any good! She could spend hours digging into her skin with her nails or her God-forsaken claws and she'll heal instantly. But the pain felt good, it was a reminder no one was in control; not HYDRA, not Weapon X. No one.

Laura stood and deeply breathed until her blood calmed like a gentle lamb. Her heart was pacing slowly, so the weapon was ready to continue her search. The sounds around here were nothing to be excited about, but X-23 was not interested in anything else but Wolverine. The professional mercenary was not use to losing her temper and after days of tracking down her target, X-23's mind was beginning to lose self-control. A fowl snarl escaped from deep within her throat as she wiped dry blood from her mouth.

She was so close, she could almost feel him.

[james]

Logan had left early that day to get away from the mansion, rather sick of the place. Only thing that kept him there was Rouge, Faith and Jean, otherwise he'd love to rouge again. Pretty much loidering the Big Apple that day he got a few needed things done, said hi to some old friends and hung at the bar for awhile watching a football game. While being there Logan desided to be nice guy and stop a bar fight happening even though he would have enjoyed it. Just as to not cause trouble and unneeded attention. Shut guys up by buying a round for everyone on himself.

After being bored of drinking with idiots the mutant had left to just walk the streets for awhile to walk the alcohol off. By now it was late noon and rush hour was starting to hit, about after an hour of walking he found a fast food place to pick up burger and fries. Before eating though he'd crossed the roads into Centeral Park, the only possible place for santcuary from the city's insanity. Finding a bench closer in the middle of the park that only had a small path going by it he finally desided to sit and eat.

About half way through his burger, a retiever came barking up to him, friendly and begging for food. A leash trailed from the collar of the dog, just recently ran away. "Haha Hey Bud, You causing mischief today?" Logan chuckled, he did have a nack for animals especially dogs, petting the dog on the head and behind the ear. Tearing off a peice of meat from his burger he gave it to the dog, the canine's tail whipped back and forth in glee. From a distance Logan could hear the huffing owner running to find his dog, it was a skinny punk dressed boy. Panting like a dog the owner came up closer, "Hey Bud, now behave for him." Logan roughled the dog's ears again, " Keep ahold of him next time." He told the boy as he got thanked and was left in peace again with his food.

It never failed, anytime he would try to be out, weather himself or with someone else he'd get the odd feeling of being watched again. In midbite he looked around, slowly finishing his bite he could sense there was something around and close. Breathing slow and steady as to be able to listen and smell better. Logan's hearing was searching for the familiar pitter-patter of a heart beat near by, and a scent to recognize as someone elses.

[laura]

Laura was unease by the situation staring at the rugged man in front of her. Minutes before, X-23 tracked the scent until it became the strongest. In her mind, she was devising a perfect maneuver to lure out the beast inside the Wolverine. The warrior inside of her couldn’t help but wonder who was the better weapon, him or her. She was far younger, which provided her an advantage. It was no secret that Weapon X admired the animal they help create and his killing record was nearly flawless. Or at least that is what his profile read the night she brutally massacred most of HYDRA’s employees except for a selected hand few such as Kimura. Her perfect memory recorded all the information before shredding the PC to tiny molecules. One way or another, she had to find him.

The Target X balanced effortlessly on a tree nearby with the abilities of a cat. Her eyes narrowed as they searched out their target. Weapon X sat comfortably on a park bench, feeding a dog with some foreign piece of meat. The mysterious food looked questionable, but the sight of Wolverine relaxing sickened her. This was her heritage? The girl imagined many nights after grueling simulations what her predecessor was like. He lived a life of living hell and the experiments they done on him were inhumane. She lived his life after he cowardly ran off. At least she finished his job, but here he was petting an animal as if the dog was a friend.

Where was the killer, the manslayer, the perfect weapon?

X-23 coughed up a bitter laugh at the pathetic sight. She touched the dying tree with a gloved hand, observing the mutant between the autumn leaves. IS this why HYDRA created her? Because Weapon X became too tame and old? He was more of a burden than a terrorizing behemoth. It was disheartening to find he was nothing like she imagined, but Laura wondered why she felt this way. Of course Weapon X would be old, considering they were trying to create her for decades. X-23 softly growled when Logan finally took notice of her presence. Weapon X was a dud, but Laura loathed herself for even thinking Wolverine could have been a challenge for her.

"You disgust me, Weapon X." Laura growled from her hiding place. Like a feline, she gracefully jumped from the tree to land a few paces from her genetic donor. Up close, the hardy man seemed less of a threat than from a distance. The clone stepped around the bench in a circle as if a vulture staring straight into her dying prey. Disappointment might have flashed across her scowling features, but it quickly vanished into something entirely violent. Her knuckles itched, the urge to brutally beat the crap out of the Wolverine for all her misery he caused was becoming too intense.

"Why do you sit here like a useless moron?" She demanded, now standing directly in front of Logan. X-23 despised the experiment in front of her. It was as if her soul had been physically removed and made into flesh. She was staring into the sins she committed and the horror she went through. But all she saw behind Wolverine’s eyes were pain and maybe, regret.

"I will never be like you," the venom in her voice whispered spitefully. She had her pride, but Laura felt as if she had to convince herself that she would never be like him. The clone prepared for a fight to death after endless hours, except now all the young girl could do was stare at him. Her history.

[james]

The sense of one watching reached him strong, the breeze even help identify one was close. And just before he heard the thud's of feet hitting the ground he got a dose of his own scent, but it was slightly different as it portrayed female. Faith? No it was to exact to his own. His mood shifted quickly hearing the words

"You disgust me, Weapon X the female circled him like birds in the sky waiting for the right time to feast on its prey.
Why do you sit here like a useless moron?" She stopped infront of him attempting to be intimidating and leathal.
"I will never be like you

His own eyes become dark and hard as he looked the woman over, very simular traits as him just femalized. A disturbing thought of him as a female, but this clone was the closest looking he'd seen yet. And he was sick of them, the whole lot of them. Seeking revenge on him because he choose to live his life and not be a lab rat like them. Because they were genetically like him from DNA kept in storage all these years. He never intended to spread his DNA, and it wasn't even his choice they were created. It was stupid Weapon X and HYDRA but they all provoked their experiments that is was Logan's fault they were alive.

"I've had enough of you runts!" Logan snarled his rage building as of lately things were becoming so stressed. Staying calm and being a good little X-man didn't really please him right now staying on good behavor wasn't going to last. " I'm NOT WEAPON X!!" He growled loudly at almost a yell as, yes even though he was older, he still had unnatural speed that no regular human could even think of matching. Logan was to his feet and had sent a fist to assualt the woman's jaw in an upper punch fashion. Logan was not in the mood to be scowled by some young punk again!

[laura]

The infamous animalistic rage that every person feared came to life. Weapon X wasn’t even fazed by her existence, more so he seemed angry by her. Laura’s dark orbs narrowed with no clue to why he displayed resentment or anger. The female stood there for the first few seconds without remorse to the pain she had no clue of causing him. Heck, she barely knew the words of any emotion that did not end with hate or emptiness. But a deep, hidden part of the experiment secretly hungered for the moment of his pure feral wrath. She did not know it was there, urging her to push Weapon X into the sadistic killer he was made to be. Noticing Wolverine’s denial made no emotional impact on X-23, instead she was past listening. If he couldn’t escape from the torture, than what hope was there for her?

X-23 was ready for an attack, but his speed proved to be greater than the old man he made out to be. Her jaw cracked beneath the force of his punch. The pain became no more than an insect as Laura’s hands grabbed on his muscular arm. Her eyes quickly calculating the distance between him and herself, and came to a conclusion. To immobile Wolverine from lashing out any more surprising attacks, she used his arm as leverage to jump and handstand straight up in the air. She quickly leaned back as the claw from her foot extended to stab weapon X in the spinal column where she planned to paralyze him. By now her jaw was no fire, but the hot sensation swiftly eased as Wolverine’s generous healing factor flowed through her veins.

"Yes you are." The clone growled in his ear. She tried to steady her body by coiling her hands around the man’s neck with simple attempts to suffocate him. Target X was not above killing the Weapon X Project’s precious experiment. If she cut off his air supply, the worse would be a hell of a painful black out. Wolverine had the same training and the same genetic abilities as she did, so Laura wouldn’t expect an easy victory.

"Every time you unsheathe your claws. Every life you take. It reminds you who you are." The girl snapped with harsh words and conviction. "We are Weapons." Her voice hissed with such abhorrence, she too was soon crossing the invisible line of instability just to unleash the beast inside of the Wolverine.

[james]

Logan with years worth of opponents using his own actions and body against himself, wrenched his arm from her hold as she jumped over him. Quickly ducking and spinning around just in time to knock her foot away from its intended hit on his back, his forarm barely skimming the edge of the blade pulling his arm back to his body for the next encounter. It amused Logan at least the last two counting her had a odd placing for the one claw, hers the foot, the hooded guy at the movies had one at the bottom of his wrist as well. They were unique in their own ways but did they see that.

Resisting his claws he grabbed each of the woman's forearms as she attempted choking him. Tensing his neck enabling the complete intensions of strangling him, "Your wrong Missy!!" He tightened his grip on her arms so hard she'd have to strain to break free from his hold. "I haven't killed in years. I'm in control not Them[/i]." He growled tearing her hands from his neck at the same lifting his leg and kicking her straight in the gutt. Logan made sure the hit would strong enough to send her back away from arms length.

"I protect others now!! I do not kill."