Disclaimer-The characters in this story are fiction, and some are of my own creations. Any likenesses between them and real people, etc., are purely coincidental. I do not however, own Logan, or any of the other X-Men...unfortunately.
Sniper-X: Chapter 1-Zoe Gibson
Sniper, narc, mercenary, assassin, spy, freelance bounty hunter. She had been called by many names, none of which were her own. In mostly truth, she wasn't even sure of her real name anymore. She had switched identities so many times, she had no idea who she truly was.
As her target came into view, she held her breath and steadily squeezed on the trigger. Boom, thud, it was over within seconds. She was Sniper-X, or just SX, which she sometimes called herself. The target was down, she had made her kill.
Sniper-X was a child. A child that was forced to grow up much too fast in effect from a horrendous incident in the past. She was a mere girl of 17, one that knew enough grief and pain to last a lifetime. Self-trained to wield a gun, SX could have you dead in the sights of her sniper rifle in half a heartbeat.
She began taking apart her rifle, rolling around the tough piece of beef jerky in her mouth as she did so. It was sort of a ritual actually. While on a hit or any other mission, SX would usually carry a bag of jerky in a pouch of her ammunition belt. She'd take out a small piece and stick it her mouth, without chewing, as she steadied for the shot. Maybe it was in a way, taking the taste of the kill away. Perhaps she used this as a tactic to forget about what she was doing, forget about taking another life, so as not to feel the taste of guilt in her mouth, that awkward, bitter taste that nipped at the tip of your tongue and stayed on your breath. Maybe, in some way, she did it to make herself feel more human. Or maybe...she just liked beef jerky.
After carefully packing the weapon, Sniper-X grabbed her gear, which was mainly an old backback in which she hid her gadgets, and began exiting her post. It was time to move on, maybe for another kill, maybe get a real job somewhere (which was highly unlikely), maybe she'd just walk out into the street and get hit by a car. Boom, thud, it would all be over for her this time. No more sleasy bars and cheap hotels to spend the night, no more mob hits, no more drug dealers, no more stakeouts, no more life.
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SX walked into the hotel, up to the main desk. She kept her head low, letting her short, dark, jagged bangs fall over her eyes. At the desk sat a middle-aged man with a shaggy greyish-black beard and greasy, slicked back hair.
"What can ah do for yah?" His voice was choked up and hollow, with a deep southern drawl.
SX expected as much, since she was in Mississippi, the accent that is. She looked up, into the man's eyes, her hair falling away from her face. Her eyes were harsh, grey, and cold. If you had to tell just from her eyes, you would think she was much older than seventeen. "I'm gonna need a room."
The man at the desk looked at her curiously, seemingly trying to study her face. "And ah'm gonna need some ID."
Sniper-X suspected as much, but she was prepared. Sighing, as if she was a 30 year old who got carded everywhere she went, SX reached in her back pocket, searching for an ID card. She had many different identities actually. She'd learned how to make very convincing fake liscenses, passports, and workplace identification cards for many occupations.
Today she was going to be Zoe Gibson. The first name chosen because she liked the way it sounded; very spunky and interesting. The name 'Zoe' just made her think of a person with a lot of energy, who was always fun, and always had something to keep her busy. SX had sort of a quirky sense of humor; somewhat distorted or dark at times, but also light and friendly. The thing was, getting her to show it. She chose the last name as a tribute to Mel Gibson, who was one of her favorite actors. Tossing the name around in her head for awhile, 'Zoe Gibson', she decided it would be perfect for Mississippi. For some reason, it just was. There was no rhyme or reason to it, it was just right.
The man took the license, eyeing it for a moment or two, then deciding the girl was...what did it say? Oh yes, 23, he gave "Zoe" the keys to a room after taking some cash.
Sniper-X picked up her backpack, adjusting it on her shoulders, and began down the hall to find her room. She took a good look at the keys and the number on them. "A-13, lucky thirteen." She thought to herself, shifting the keys between her fingers and humming a soft rock tune as she walked.
Sniper-X: Chapter 1-Zoe Gibson
Sniper, narc, mercenary, assassin, spy, freelance bounty hunter. She had been called by many names, none of which were her own. In mostly truth, she wasn't even sure of her real name anymore. She had switched identities so many times, she had no idea who she truly was.
As her target came into view, she held her breath and steadily squeezed on the trigger. Boom, thud, it was over within seconds. She was Sniper-X, or just SX, which she sometimes called herself. The target was down, she had made her kill.
Sniper-X was a child. A child that was forced to grow up much too fast in effect from a horrendous incident in the past. She was a mere girl of 17, one that knew enough grief and pain to last a lifetime. Self-trained to wield a gun, SX could have you dead in the sights of her sniper rifle in half a heartbeat.
She began taking apart her rifle, rolling around the tough piece of beef jerky in her mouth as she did so. It was sort of a ritual actually. While on a hit or any other mission, SX would usually carry a bag of jerky in a pouch of her ammunition belt. She'd take out a small piece and stick it her mouth, without chewing, as she steadied for the shot. Maybe it was in a way, taking the taste of the kill away. Perhaps she used this as a tactic to forget about what she was doing, forget about taking another life, so as not to feel the taste of guilt in her mouth, that awkward, bitter taste that nipped at the tip of your tongue and stayed on your breath. Maybe, in some way, she did it to make herself feel more human. Or maybe...she just liked beef jerky.
After carefully packing the weapon, Sniper-X grabbed her gear, which was mainly an old backback in which she hid her gadgets, and began exiting her post. It was time to move on, maybe for another kill, maybe get a real job somewhere (which was highly unlikely), maybe she'd just walk out into the street and get hit by a car. Boom, thud, it would all be over for her this time. No more sleasy bars and cheap hotels to spend the night, no more mob hits, no more drug dealers, no more stakeouts, no more life.
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SX walked into the hotel, up to the main desk. She kept her head low, letting her short, dark, jagged bangs fall over her eyes. At the desk sat a middle-aged man with a shaggy greyish-black beard and greasy, slicked back hair.
"What can ah do for yah?" His voice was choked up and hollow, with a deep southern drawl.
SX expected as much, since she was in Mississippi, the accent that is. She looked up, into the man's eyes, her hair falling away from her face. Her eyes were harsh, grey, and cold. If you had to tell just from her eyes, you would think she was much older than seventeen. "I'm gonna need a room."
The man at the desk looked at her curiously, seemingly trying to study her face. "And ah'm gonna need some ID."
Sniper-X suspected as much, but she was prepared. Sighing, as if she was a 30 year old who got carded everywhere she went, SX reached in her back pocket, searching for an ID card. She had many different identities actually. She'd learned how to make very convincing fake liscenses, passports, and workplace identification cards for many occupations.
Today she was going to be Zoe Gibson. The first name chosen because she liked the way it sounded; very spunky and interesting. The name 'Zoe' just made her think of a person with a lot of energy, who was always fun, and always had something to keep her busy. SX had sort of a quirky sense of humor; somewhat distorted or dark at times, but also light and friendly. The thing was, getting her to show it. She chose the last name as a tribute to Mel Gibson, who was one of her favorite actors. Tossing the name around in her head for awhile, 'Zoe Gibson', she decided it would be perfect for Mississippi. For some reason, it just was. There was no rhyme or reason to it, it was just right.
The man took the license, eyeing it for a moment or two, then deciding the girl was...what did it say? Oh yes, 23, he gave "Zoe" the keys to a room after taking some cash.
Sniper-X picked up her backpack, adjusting it on her shoulders, and began down the hall to find her room. She took a good look at the keys and the number on them. "A-13, lucky thirteen." She thought to herself, shifting the keys between her fingers and humming a soft rock tune as she walked.