Hey! So before you guys read, this chapter is a flashback, if you will. It's really bad, probably pointless. Also, feedback scares me, so I only read like, 1/3 of any comments. It's not cause I have a huge ego, it's because I always think I'm in trouble. So yeah, this is kinda short, new chapter up soon!

A few days ago…..

(Dramatic, right?)

I stood in front of the thick double oak doors, listening to the fight between Logan and Emma Frost.

"Damnit, Frost! You know that this mission is total bull shit!"

"Logan, I see no reason for you to be upset about this."

"Well then read my fucking mind! You know that if this were a real mission, it would be a secret X-Force job!"

"As I recall, neither you nor your… pet are on X-Force. That is, if X-Force ever existed."

I could smell Logan getting mad, mad enough to do something dumb.

"Don't call her that." His words were slow and steady.

"Hmm? Oh is that what this is all about? Poor Logan doesn't want to be away from his pets?" Her voice was mocking; she was clearly enjoying toying with him.

"I swear to god, Frost…"

"Speaking of pets, I believe your most loyal guard dog is waiting for you in the hall. Manners I'm sure she didn't pick up from you." There was a pause, and the scent changed.

"You're a real fuckin piece of work, ya know that?" Heavy foot steps came to the door, and I contemplated running away, but it was too late.

I stood face to face with Logan, realizing that I had no real reason to be there. My counter part glared at me, then turned around to look at the head mistress. "Frost, I will kill you if anything happens." Then he slammed the door shut, sending a crack from the door knob up to the top.

I stood there waiting for him to make the first move. He let out a sigh, and his shoulders slumped. "Hey, X." He turned to face me and grabbed my arm hard enough to break bones. "Come on, I need a drink."

He continued to pull my arm to the kitchen, his knuckles were white and the claws were visible under his skin. He pulled a beer from the refrigerator and popped off the cap with his teeth. "You can release me now, I do not plan to run away."

He looked at me confused, then saw he was still holding me and pulled away with a flinch. He finished his beer and scratched his beard.

"Alright, X, listen up. I'm gonna break this down real simple for you. You remember Jubilee, right? Well apparently Frost believes there… there's this drug dealer, real low life, he's a mutant, but not dangerous. He can only breathe underwater or some random shit. But Frost says he's real dangerous, and what she says goes for some reason. She wants this idiot taken out, and she wants you a Lee to do it." He looked at me with an odd look in his eye. It wasn't sadness, it wasn't guilt.

"And this upsets you?" I didn't see why this was even a problem. I could certainly do this alone.

"Yeah, it upsets me, kid. The guy's in Seattle…" His eyes…. It was an apology.

"The location is not a problem. Why are you upset?" I was getting frustrated, as usually happened whenever Logan and I conversed.

"Jesus Christ!" He threw the empty bottle against the wall, "I don't want you being sent off to kill some guy, just 'cause Frost said so! She's only doing it as payback for me trashing her office." He went quiet in thought. "Just pulling my strings."

"She called me a pet, what did she mean by that?"

Logan's head shot up and looked me in the eye. He walked to me and grabbed my shoulders, looking me in the eye; his scent was dominating the room. "X, no matter what anyone says, I don't own you. Nobody owns you, nobody should ever even think they can control you. Frost thinks I'm keeping you around as some kind of charity project or somethin'." He pulled away and got another beer. "Now go get ready, Frost's sending ya off at sunrise. Remember, X, this is an undercover job. Don't be seen, don't leave a trace, and get the job done fast." He let out a sigh and stared at the bottle in his hand. "Get this done X-Force style."

I nodded at him and left without a word, although he never gave me an answer. It seems that I'm a weapon again, doing jobs again, but this time, I was to have a vampire with me. I got dressed in the only clean clothes I had, and sat down, seeing as I didn't need to pack- or have anything to pack. I did not desire to be with anyone, and nothing could pass the time fast enough to hold back the anxiety that comes with waiting.

I wasn't really thinking when I pulled up my pant leg and stuck out a claw. I shoved it into my leg, and watched it come out the other side. I pulled it out and watched my leg heal, then repeated the process until I heard steps coming to the door. Covering any evidence of what I was doing, I waited for the steps to pass. Three claws cut into the door, which seemed pointless as the door was kicked in moments after.

"Hey, X." He stood in the doorway, obviously irritated and recent events.

"Hello."

"I smell blood." He didn't come closer to investigate; he just stood in the doorway next to a now broken door. "It's coming from here, X. So tell me, why do I smell blood?"

"You did not answer my question in the kitchen, so why should I answer yours?"

"Ehh," he cracked his neck and shrugged, "come on, it's time to go."

I followed him to the hanger, walking one step behind out of habit. He was tense and upset, but also nervous. It wasn't a problem that could be fixed by getting into a fight with him and letting him get his anger out. This time he didn't yell or threaten me, pointing out flaws or screaming what the rules are and how I broke them. This time he wasn't angry at me.

Emma Frost was waiting for us in the hanger, and smiled at Logan. I do not like this woman. "Oh good, and he didn't even make you wear a leash."

Logan growled at her, arms posed to release hell. I touched his arm, just a graze, and his hands fell to the side. "Okay, Frost, you're dancing on a thin fucking string." But she just smiled. "X, take this." He whispered and looked straight ahead.

He shoved some folded paper into my pocket and glared at Emma.

"Excellent, X-23, your job is to kill this man," She threw an envelope at me uninterested in what was happening. "The jet will take you to Washington, where Jubilee is already waiting, and the autopilot will bring it back here. Now go, we have no use for you here."

I held the envelope and entered the jet, behind me I felt the tension rise.

"You're a grade A bitch, Frost. You're just fucking with these kids to piss me off."

"Oh, dear sweet Logan… What makes you think you're that special?"

Half way to Seattle I already read all the given information of the target three times over. I still do not understand why this mission required two people. Based on the information the target would most likely be in the western district where he both lives and works. Other than selling cocaine and heroin, I do not see how this man was so dangerous that I was sent to kill him. Having such a simple mission, but having everyone acting so strange was truly an annoying happenstance in life.

I reached for the letter in my pocket for the fifth time.

Laura- Take care of Jubilee, and do me a favor. I know what I'm asking ain't really right, but I want you to take whoever the target is out by yourself. Just a low class criminal, no sweat right? I know a diner out there, it's the only one in town, meet me there in three days- both of you.

P.S there were a lot of empty housing projects on the east end when I was there. Try to keep a roof over your heads.

Okay, so I would just kill the man while Jubilee was sleeping, so why does everyone seem so freaked out?

The jet came to a stop, still in the air. I think the headmistress is trying to kill me. I jumped out of the plane and fell into the forest below. Now I just need to find the city.