Chapter One
"This is positively appalling," Jackson muttered to Swanson. "Subject One's claws are not retractable and are extremely sensitive to heat. Subject Two is not capable of healing at all. Subject Four's brain is flat-out dysfunctional."
"Well," Swanson said back, "what about Subject Three?"
I drew my knees to my chest and stared at the floor. That was me. Subject Three. The scientists stepped over to where I sat in the bare, white room.
"Subject Three is the closest to the originating specimen.
"The originating specimen is male, but Subject Three out female, being one flaw. She can heal astoundingly but not as quickly at the origin. She is prone to bleeding, but her blood cells multiply at an inhuman rate. She's extraordinary, possibly better than the origin."
"Good God, Jackson. You were right! The cloning may be successful after all." exclaimed Swanson with glee.
Yeah, you heard her. I'm nothing but a clone attempt. The "originating specimen" is a man named Logan, from what I've heard. He's supposed to have these razor sharp, nine-inch long, blade-like claws coming from his knuckles. On top of that, he heals amazingly fast. Probably why I turned out that way.
Supposedly, they want his clones (people like me) battling in the war against Iraq. I'll bet you anything he doesn't know he's being cloned.
"Little girl," Jackson said in a sticky-sweet voice, "why don't you show us your claws, hun?"
I looked up at him with a death-glare. "I've got a name, you know. Lauren."
He frowned at me. "We've named you already."
"Already? I'm sixteen and I've never had a name until now!"
"Subjects are not supposed to have names. They are unnecessary and childish. Now, show us your claws."
I stared straight forward. Jackson shouted an order at me, but I blocked it out.
Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm.
Again, he shouted something nasty at me.
Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm.
He shouted once more, and I snapped.
I leaped up from my sitting position. In one blurred, fast motion, I extended my claws and with a deafening cry, I slashed Jackson down his back. I swung around and sliced Swanson's face. I bolted for the door, but as soon as I busted out, an alarm wailed. In about less than a second, an easy twenty men surrounded me. Each had a machine gun.
I extended my claws and snarled.
Author's Note: I do not own X-Men, Wolverine or anything associated with Marvel Comics. Nothing belongs to me, apart from Lauren and the others. Please tell me what you think!