I hope you like the story and please be gentle with the criticism but please also comment because i love comments :D I'm sorry if I changed any characters... It's unintentional. And as usual I dont own any xmen characters or though I wish I did...would be a millionaire -dreams-
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She opened the door and walked into the boisterous noise and the dimmed lights. It was the normal dodgey place where you had too many guys stinking of sweat, cigars and gun powder. She wasn't even old enough to enter the pub but that had never stopped her.
Coming to the bar counter she looked out every table for weapons. Some of them had guns and a few less had daggers not that well hidden in their coats. When she reached the counter she sat on a stool and picked out a bottle from her coat. It was nothing special, really it was just a lemon drink she liked but she had it in a dark bottle so that no one would get suspicious of her age.
Just get the package and get out of here Her mind said as she took a drink out of the bottle before returning it to her coat. She tapped her fingers that seemed like claws on the worn down wooden counter where many drinks and bodys had fallen. The pub manager looked around to see her, "What would it be?"
"I am here for a package" She said, the manager looked at her in shock I guess he wasn't expecting a girl. But this still didn't stop the managers motives. He got a rifle from behind the counter and raised it up, "I am sorry but the package will not be delivered today."
O great... Not again. She put her hand into her pocket of the coat.
The sound of a bullet being shot was heard throughout the pub every head turned to the sound. A shooting wasn't unusual in the bar but it was an entertainment of some sort.
Blood dripped through her shirt, the shot had been a good one and would be quite near fatal, but there was one thing the man was not expecting. A smile crossed the girls face, showing two canine teeth which glinted in the dim light. The man stepped back frightened, who would smile when they were dying? She reached her hand out of her pocket to reveal an acorn in her clasped hand. The blood stayed fresh on her shirt but it had stopped bleeding, the wound was closing and healing it self.
A low growl of ferocious pleasure was heard which gave people nightmares from then on. "I will just take it then" She put her hand down the front pocket of his jacket revealing a bundle of money then putting it into her coat safely. Her eyes glinted and she got of the seat and jumped like a kind of cat onto the counter before kicking him uncouncious with her heel. Seeing her work was done she got of the counter and calmly walked through the staring people and into the harsh cold of the outside.