This story is going up because some people would like a female version of Logan/Wolverine on here. I must say I have tried my very best so far. I will only but on the Into and Chapter One on to see how that goes. I do not want to be to far pressured when it comes to a Writers Block because even now it is still difficualt to type.
There is still no title and the Blog is still rubbish for improvement.
However I hope you enjoy.
Chapter One
~Location: Lagos, Nigeria, 1978~
Inside a small fast moving jet, flying over Lagos in Nigeria, a group of mutants sat patiently in the cargo called Team X.
The only sounds heard were two metals being swiped together in a professional manner; slicing through the silent calm atmosphere. Metal straps and support clips clanked together as the jet moved through the black night sky, hitting the inside of the metal tine walls. Engines rumbled outside, constantly.
A man seated at the end of the jet on the left, used a blade cutter to sharpen his katana sword at an angle repeatedly. It was thin and long blade, looked almost breakable, and it bent slightly at the middle, glistening in the jets cargo light.
The man cutting the blade was Wade Wilson, a slight tan white man with short brown chest nut hair. He was the mercenary swordsman in Team - X. Along with his position as the witty-yammering-back-talk of the group that never, ever, stopped talking.
Unless he was a sleep; true enough, sadly.
He seemed to be chewing on something before swallowing it whole and then spoke randomly.
"Yer' know I love this weapon more than anything else in the whole wide world." He stopped his sharpening and leaned over to hold the blade with the tips of his fingers at one end and the handle at the other; "You wanna know why?"
"Nope." A low, deep voice replied rudely. Opposite Wade was Victor Creed, sitting with his long cat like claw hands knitted together in his lap, leaning back against the metal wall lazily. Black faecal hair under his chin linking up to side burns on the side of his face; up to his short neatly trimmed hair. He seemed to be a clam cooled guy at first, but underneath, was an unstable animal. Tempered with, and you would get ripped to shreds.
Wade stared up at Victor across from him and continued like he hadn't heard Victor at all; "It's memorable." Victor's face gave an impassive stare, though his eyes seemed annoyed. "Sure, it's a little bulky; tough to get on a plane." Wade listed swiftly, admiring his sword. "You wipe out a couple of swords, at your ex-girlfriends' wedding," he stated connecting his eyes at Victor. "They will never, ever, forget it."
"That's funny Wade," Victor said with a small hinting smile, amusement covering his voice, blinking. "I think you're confused with me with someone who gives a shit." Wade recoiled back with ease with a muffled sarcastic snigger.
"Granted. It's probably not as intimidating as a gun, or bone claws," Wade confessed smoothly and leaned over again looking at Victor; "Or the finger nails of a bag lady." Wade finished. Victor's head titled to the side, staring right back at Wade. In his lap, his hand flexed slightly, letting his claws grow longer and sharper.
For a split second, Wade flicked his eyes down to Victor's hands and back up; lifting a hand to the sword hand handle and continued to stare at Victor. Never once backing down. A slow grin came on Victor's face, thinking they were about to have a fight. Wade whipped out his sword sharpener and offered it to him.
"Manicure?" He asked teasingly with a blank stare.
"Victor." A soft, warning voice came in. Next to Victor to his right was his younger sister. Jenifer Logan Howlett, smaller in size, but still strong and tough. She sat with her legs open and her elbows pressing into her knees. Her hands knitted tightly together.
She didn't look a lot like her brother, they were technically step siblings. Her short black colour hair that came down just below her ears and flicked up woods on the side of her face; the colour was one of the very few things they had in common, besides the everyday thing. Killing, not that she liked it, at all, unlike Victor did. Beers, yep, Victor and Jenifer could be related by the amount of beers they could down. Fighting, again, could be related by that as well. On other basic things, not so much. She was like Victor's opposite.
No joke.
Jenifer's head was turned to her brothers' side with a casual but also causation look. She knew when her big brother was going to start trouble. Call it, instinct. In some way, Jenifer always ended up having to calm him, before he killed someone.
Again, no joke.
"Easy." She ordered gently; as Victor's insane grin slowly faded. Wade continued to stare at Victor.
"Fred got a new tattoo. I'm concerned." Wade admitted. Jenifer blinked and looked over to her right. A large guy, taller than her by a foot and a half with large buffed muscles. Fred Dukes, a man of serious steel, not very intelligent and not that far down dumb either. Just enough to know that if you say the wrong thing. You might just find your head remains on the floor. On the arm closest to Jenifer's side had a tattoo shaped of a lady on his bicep.
"Oh Jesus, Fred." She cursed leaning back. "Yer' jus' met her las' night."
"I love her." Fred said with enough feeling to make any heartless person gag.
"Yer' love her, after one night?" Jenifer mocked, eyebrow raised.
"She's a gymnast." Fred bluntly putted, chewing on a candy bar. Jenifer gave Fred a large eye rolled at that comment.
Men...
At the head of the jet cargo carrier on the left, Chris Bradley; who grinned wickedly when Fred mentioned about the girl being a gymnast. He was small and not all that strong, but his mind ability matched them all out. He could control anything with a simulation of electricity. He had light brown hair trimmed short with faecal hair like Victor, only adding on a small patch going over his lip.
"Bradley, take her down." Stryker ordered with a nod across from Bradley and next to Fred on his right. William James Stryker was the man that put the team together, the captain or leader. He had no special ability like the rest of them. He wore a gray pale coat over his shirt and trousers, and his face looked almost rounded.
Bradley turned his head and placed two fingers at his forehead in concentration. The next second the jet swerved at a sharp angle and the jet jerked. Jenifer grunted and groaned, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees and her hands knitted together, connecting with her head, tense.
"Oh god..." Jenifer groaned.
"You gonna puke?" Fred asked taking another bite out of his candy bar.
"If we're meant ta' fly we'd grow wings." She retorted, a slight crock in the back of her throat. God she hated flying.
"Aw, don't worry Nancy. More people died driving cars than flying." Zero explained with inquired smarts. Zero looked Asian and he had short black styled hair that was combed back neatly. Agent Zero was the man with the guns. The skills of a marksman and an excellent tracker. However, that all concluded him to being the-goodie-goodie of the group, following orders like a commanding dog.
"How abou' from impaling." Jenifer snapped, sending a glare at Zero, effectively shutting him up.
"Hay, be nice." An American accent called out. Jenifer stared right in front of her to meet her eyes with John Wraith; another member of Team - X. He had dark brown skin and a creamy coloured cowboy hat over his head. Faecal hair under his chin and across his lip, and piercing friendly brown eyes. John could transport anywhere and take a large group of people if he wanted to. Great for quick exists. He was the most responsible and most reasonable one of the group. Always trying to be fair. Besides Victor, John was the only other one who Jenifer could get along with.
"Or be your approximation of nice." John finished with a smile. Jenifer shook her head and looked down. "Would you like a bucket?" John asked politely.
"Ugh, no." Jenifer strained out flexing her hands out in a 'don't' motion.
"Gentlemen." Stryker said, and then thinking. "And Lady." He nodded to Jenifer, meeting her glare. "Wheels down in Lagos in five."
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Team – X walked down a street, passing run down homes and old hunts. Coming up to the end of the street; a building, twelve stories high. Surrounded by guards, guns, lights, and an overly protected tank. Jenifer taking lead of the group stared up at the building in wonder.
She turned her head; "Why are we here?"
"All in good time," Stryker eased off. "Zero." He nodded and walked ahead of the group. When he was out of the way from the team at a distance, he stopped. A few moments later a person called out 'Intruder!' behind the gate and a spot light shone on Zero. Sounds of series of guns lining up, ready to fire.
Zero raised his hands in surrender and moved them to the back of his head. In an instant he brought out his guns from behind his head and shot the front line of men inside the gate. Men from the inside of the gate ran to more secure positions and tried to fire at Zero.
A machine gun targeted on Zero's position as he ran from the gate. Before the shooter could fire, Zero sent a bullet at the person at the last moment; mucking up the shooters aim into killing his own men.
Zero emptied his magazines in his guns and threw them in the air. Once air born he reached for a re-load and held them out as his guns came back down, settling the magazines inside themselves. Zero in that moment flipped backwards over the gates. Shooting in mid air a few more times before landing on the other side.
"Havin' fun yet?" Victor questioned with amusement in Jenifer's ear and ran passed to the gate that was opened by Zero.
"Fred." Stryker said.
"The tank?" Fred asked. Stryker nodded.
"The tank." Stryker confirmed.
Fred turned his head and marched towards the tank. "Yeah I got that." Jenifer watched as Fred got in front of the tank and aimed to punch in the barrel of the tank. In that moment he punched inside, the shell backfired and blew up the other way.
The team went inside the building and got into an elevator. Inside the elevator was playing violin music, making the silence awkward. Then, it stopped and the lights went out. John reached over to the twelfth floor button and presses it a few times, nothing.
"Great." Wade announced, "Stuck in an elevator with four guys, a girl, and a high protein diet." Stated wittedly.
"Wade." Stryker warned.
"Dreams really do come true."
"Just shut it." Stryker snapped. John and Bradley turned their heads to try and hide their own grins. "You're up next." Stryker informed.
"Thank you Sir," Wade thanked. "You lovely today." He complimented. Now Fred had trouble keeping a grin off his face. "It's the green. It brings out the seriousness in your eyes."
"Oh my god, don't yer' ever shut up, Pal?" Jenifer said annoyed.
"No." He answered. "Not when I'm awake." Jenifer shook her head.
"Bradley," Stryker said gaining his attention. "Top floor please." With that, Bradley focused again and the lights turned back on and the elevator was moving again. When the elevator reached the top floor, the team excepted for Wade stood to the side out of the elevator door way.
"Time to go to work." Wade said. The door opened and Wade flashed his swords out and constant shoots fired. Wade moved his swords in a helicopter spin, repelling the bullet away from him.
Seeing a reflection in the blade he turned and cut the incoming bullet in half. The two half's hit their own targets and Wade repelled back anther bullet at a man. Wade ran at the final two at the end and twirled in mid air, stabbing his swords into their chests. The leader stayed in his office chair, scared out of his wits.
Redrawing his swords back, Wade turned as if nothing had happened.
"Okay," he called. "People are dead." He announced. Team-X walked out of the elevator when they were given the clear and Stryker walked quickly up to the head table.
"If you didn't have that mouth on you, Wade." Stryker said, "You'd be the perfect solider." As Stryker passed him, Wade gave a mock salute and turned. Stryker had neared the table and the man sitting in it, reaching down under his table for his gun, without taking his eyes off Striker that was coming towards him. The man felt something touch his wrist and stared up at John.
"I wouldn't do tha' if I was you brother." He warned letting go of the man's wrist and pointing his gun at him.
"Take the diamonds," the man said as Stryker reached the desk. "They're yours."
"I don't want your diamonds." Stryker said and leaned on the desk, grabbing something from one of the small stands on the table. "I want this." He told, showing the rock to the man. The man looked from the rock up at Stryker and back. Jenifer stared in curiosity from the far end of the room.
"That? That is nothing, a souvenir." He stated. Jenifer stared from where she stood, watching and listening in on the conversation.
"Where did you find it? I want the source." Stryker eyed.
The man stared at Stryker, confusion written on his face before answering, "A small village, Fur-inland. Three days from here." He said.
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"Tell him that this rock is more valuable to me than his life." Stryker ordered. "Ask him where he found it."
The team had arrived in a small village; fire flickering in the centre of the village lighting up the dark forest around them. The team had rounded up all the civilians in the area, making them get down onto their knees and have one of them up at the front, being ordered to tell where they had found the rock. Wade, being the one that spoke their language, translated whatever Stryker had asked him to say.
Jenifer stood at the far end from where Wade, Stryker and the hostage stood kneeled. Victor was behind the hostage, looking intently at him, waiting on something better to happen. She didn't understand why they had to go through so much killing and trouble, just for a fragment of a meteorite. She couldn't help but feel the churning in her stomach grow thicker and more sickening as this event lingered on.
Wade started to speak in a foreign language that Jenifer couldn't understand. There was a confliction argument between the hostage and Wade before he just stopped.
"He says it came from the sky." Wade said. Stryker looked less amused and tired, all mashed together in one expression. Jenifer stared at the hostage, who was staring up at Stryker in some sort of begging plead.
"He's tellin' tha' truth." Jenifer called out over the group, gaining the teams and the hostage's attention.
"You don't know their language, Logan." Stryker pointed out oh so cunningly.
"It's a meteor fragment." Jenifer retorted.
"I know what it is. I'm asking where he found it." Stryker explained and went to turn back to the hostage. Before he could, Bradley interrupted.
"Sir, base wants to know out location."
"Shut them down." Stryker leaned down almost eye level with the hostage and said threateningly; "Tell him everyone will die, unless he tells where he found the rock." Jenifer eyes widened slightly and noticed Victor's and Wade's looks at her; clearly not containing their liking to the idea.
Those looks' where... unsettling.
Wade turned to state what Stryker had said another second later. Wade sighed after another conflict argument with the hostage, with a sigh; "He says it's sacred."
Stryker pulled back, "Okay, fine." His words sounded tiresome and he turned to Victor, placing a hand on his shoulder. Stryker stated Victor's name and turned away from the hostage, giving some sort of silent order.
Whatever it was, it made Victor grin widely with his fangs showing.
That wasn't good.
In an instant, Victor's hand swiftly moved to the hostage's neck.
*CRACK*
All hell broke loose.
A women screamed and ran off for the forest followed by the others causing an uproar. The team acted out and started to shoot the hostages down. Jenifer turned to Zero, his guns out firing at the civilians. Jenifer ran at him, tackling him to the floor. She whipped her head round, seeing Victor getting ready to bounce on another hostage, ready for the kill.
"Victor!" She yelled out and ran to him; before Victor could swipe at the hostage with his long claws. Jenifer grabbed Victor's wrist with a tight hold, pulling Victor back with the hostage in his grip. Victor's eyes pinned on Jenifer, even though she was smaller than him, she was still able to reach his eyes with equal anger. Them both panting after the ruffle.
"Don't even think abou' it." Jenifer glared. Victor's face was switching between his half looped grin to a frown, like he couldn't make up his mind whether to be angry or still continue in his animal rampage. Jenifer could tell that he wasn't getting the message and tugged on his wrist harshly to get her point across.
"We didn't sign up for this." Jenifer spoke. Victor finally frowned at his younger sister. "Put him down." She growled out with a pant, like a wild animal with a temper. In a moment, Victor struggled to do it but managed with a little bit of force, pushing the hostage away from him. Jenifer released her grip and Victor's body relaxed, but only so much.
Victor turned round to her slowly, his eyes flickered to each members of the group and back on Jenifer's angered face, getting in close, and still panting lightly.
"What you doin'? We finally got a good thing goin' here, don't you screw this up." Victor growled at her.
"It's enough. It's enough." She said pained shaking her head. "We've done enough."
"Who do you think you are? This is wha' we do." Victor stated. "Maybe you'd rather be, rottin' in a hole somewhere till they figure out wha' ta' do with us, is tha' it? Huh?" Jenifer stared deep into Victor's eyes for a short moment. But it seemed like forever. She could only see the darkness in his eyes taking over what little humanity he had left. Jenifer felt saddened at the fact that all the wars had made her brother crave blood-lust. He was no longer the brother she once knew.
Victor hadn't been for a very, very long time.
"I'm done." Jenifer could tell that it had finally clicked in Victor's head when she had meant by 'I'm done', and stared shocked at her. Or what would be as far as 'shocked' from Victor as you could get. "Yer' comin'?" Jenifer asked bluntly. Victor said nothing, and Jenifer turned on her heel.
She stared to head into the forest with an eerie silence left behind her.
"Jenny!" Jenifer stood shortly and turned half around. A slight bit of hope in her heart that Victor had changed his mind. "We can't jus' let you walk away." Victor said. Proven disappointed, Jenifer's nose flared slightly and went for the dog tags around her neck, and yanked, throwing them on the forest. She turned again, never once looking back.
"Jenny!" Victor yelled out. She never turned round. The rest of team X watched her leave, with different emotions on their faces, but all linking back to one thought, good or bad.
"Jenny!" Thunder clashed over head.
It was never going to be the same...
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~Canadian Rockies, 1984~
Cool autumn air tickled down Jenifer's neck when she stepped out into the open area in front of her home. Her bare feet touching the soft green, grass and the wind blow past her; gently lifting up her long, black hair, untied, and flowing in the breeze. She had let her grow long over the years, no longer being in the army, no need to have it short anymore.
She stood outside in a lazy white cool top and baggy sleep trousers.
Inhaling deeply, closing her eyes in content, she caught the wild scent of dirt, dust, and clean air, and sweet scented pollen filling her nose. Opening her eyes she exhaled and looked out on the landscape around her, surrounded by mountains and clouds on top of hills in Canadian Rockies and the sun just creeping over the mountains, giving off that orange glow.
Jenifer smiled to herself and stretched out with a grunt, feeling her mescals tighten before reducing to relaxation. Her hands settled on her hips and turned into her home, stepping through the double glass doors into her living room.
Her house was like a cavern that you would normally find at times in a forest, wooden walls, wood floor, beams that supported the upper level floors to her bathroom and bedroom.
Everything was normal. However, she added her own little touches to the place.
Like the samurai swords hanging over the fire place in the living room, crossing over each other. From when she had went to Tokyo two years ago; learnt the arts in a year; along with different types of fighting styles and learnt the Japanese language. Most would take years to learn everything, but hell, she was a fast learner. Jenifer did preferred fighting with something else other than the claws in between her knuckles, looked more normal.
Jenifer stepped into her open kitchen and took an apple from the bowl of fruit on the white and gray speckles surface counter. She would have to get ready soon. Taking a bite of her apple she walked up the stairs that spiralled up on the second level. There was a small hallway going right to left, around fifteen feet, and the door right after the top of the stairs.
She walked into her bed room, throwing her eaten apple core in the bin beside her bed with a throw.
Score!
And stepped out of her baggy trousers and lifted her top over her head. Kicking her bedroom door shut. She walked to the next door on the right and stepped on the white tiled floor bathroom. She flicked a switch to her left and the shower turned on. Hot water steamed out and made the inside of the glass fog up.
Jenifer opened the glass door and stepped in, sighing as the hot water rush down her back and across her chest and down her legs, ending through the drain. Jenifer just stood there taking in the heat and cocked her head to the side and inhaled and exhaled.
Taking the sop on the side she began to wash herself, cleaning off her sweat from last night. The nightmares just wouldn't stop. She could only find peace during the day when she was awake; which didn't help her too sleep at all.
"The wars..." Jenifer said with loathing, "Nothing but tha' god damn wars;" She breathed vehemently. Even with all the calm atmospheric energy around her, she just couldn't ever get a good night sleep, could she?
Stepping out of the shower, water drops hitting the title floor and turning into a puddle, Jenifer grabbed the towel on the side of the sink and patted her face in it and then along behind her head, damping it dry.
Jenifer cocked her head to the side and strained her ears. She swore she just heard something. She reached out for the switch and flicked it down, the water stopped and silence was left. Her head still cocked over with a scowl on her face. She could have sworn she heard something.
Nothing...
Jenifer glared around her bathroom and then leaned her body to the side to get a glimpse outside of her small window, and still nothing. She shook her head and went into her bedroom.
Throwing the towel carelessly on the bed and continued to walk to her wardrobe, naked. Jenifer reach around the metal handles and pulled; viewing her reasonable non flashy clothes; simple in better terms; absolutely nothing, at all, girly. Otherwise it would have been burned and sent to the fiery pits of hell decades ago. Just plain things like trousers, tops, trainers and pair of large timber workmen's boots, all in natural browns, blacks, gray and white colours.
Yeah, very simple indeed, jubilantly she thought. Jenifer wasn't your local type of girl that you would find all dressed in makeup and pretty things like skirts, skinny shorts, heck, even dresses! Just try to get her to wear one or put on the stuff. You would find yourself six feet under if you were a female, and males would get the good old fashioned kick to the ball sack. Then six feet under.
Jenifer smirked when she thought back to the time when she was in a local bar in France...
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In 1912, two years before the First World War, Jenifer entered a street bar on the corner of a rundown part of Strasbourg. It was freezing cold at the time so she dressed in warm clothes, men's wear, and an over large black coat she had borrowed from Victor... maybe without permission.
Jenifer had entered the bar and was welcomed with stuffy cigar stench, not that she minded, she did smoked also. However, that didn't mean the amount of smoke that was clear in the air, visible like a gray cloud, was just beyond ridicules. Jenifer wasn't surprised if some people in here had dropped dead from lack of oxygen.
There were a lot of men in the bar; some just hanging over at the snooker table, others around tables, playing Poker or Black Pot. The door slammed shut, echoing the sound in the bar, drawing the men's attention to her.
Jenifer wasn't wearing anything that covered over her face, so despite her choice of clothing. Then men in the bar just had to smirk at the lady face that just walked in the bar with a pair of reasonable large breasts, key word – reasonable.
"Perverts," Her voice sunk dangerously low. Jenifer sat herself at the bar and looked at the selection choices of larger, not caring of the lustful looks that were sent her way.
"Now, why's a beauty like y' own in here for, Cheer?" A male French voice caught Jenifer's attention and stared up at the man behind the bar. He was a blacked coloured skinned male, tall, but scrawny looking, not the type that probably wanted to cause her any harm; easy on the eyes, but honest and lovely short light brown hair with darker brown tips.
"Came ta' get a drink. Tha' a prob, pal?" Jenifer replied in French, cocking an eyebrow at the man. The man chuckled and shook his head with a smile.
"Non, Cheer. Don't usually get girls in here." He confessed taking an empty glass from under the counter and using a rag from around his waist to wipe it clean. "Wha' can I get you, Cheer?" He asked politely, placing the glass on the surface.
"Beer, mate." Gruffly answered; the man nodded and opened the glass cabernet and pulled out a bottle.
"Sure you should be having that girl?" Another voice said, however in English, and sounding more like a lustful approach. Jenifer turned her head to the man that had helped himself to a seat next to her without permission. He was giving Jenifer a wide beaming smirk, obviously trying to impress her with his charm; if you counted yellow and brown teeth and an air full of alcohol in your face 'attractive'.
He was tall as the bar tender, and had fuzzy ginger hair lopped down past his ears. His muscles showed through his farms work top, which was kind of light for cold weather. He must have been in here a while ago to have gotten warm. Nobody was that insane going out in the freezing cold at this time of year with just a farmer top and trousers; so either he came here with his mates or he came to get laid, and from the looks of it, doesn't look like either's happening.
The man behind the bar eyed the white man next to Jenifer and silently poured out a glass full of beer. Jenifer couldn't tell if he understood what the ginger head had said or not. Jenifer's eyes narrowed warningly at the white man and turned her head to the bar tender with a smile and took the glass with gratitude. Taking a gulp full she slammed the nearly empty glass onto the surface and turned back to the unattractive man, his face crossed between amazement and slightly looking like he was just turned on. What, from watching her drink a glass a beer? What a joke.
She gave a glare at him, which went unnoticed by him and turned round without looking at him she said, "Look pal, I don't wan' nothin' ta' do with yer'." Jenifer stated with a frown, but the man just couldn't take the hint, and seemed encouraged just to get closer to her by leaning over slightly.
"Awe, but you hardly know me." He said with fake hurt over his voice. "I'm Rack, by the way." He said with a smile and offered his hand.
Jenifer scoffed at the name.
Rack? Lame, she laughed in her head.
"Yer want my name?" She asked. Rack pulled back his hand and nodded childishly. "First name; baise(Fuck). Second name; yer 'maman (Yer Mom)." Jenifer snarled out flatly. Rack's face turned sour like he just ate a lemon and scowled at her.
Well, guess he knew French after all.
The bar tender couldn't help but let out a scoffed laugh and bent his head to try and make it quiet. But seemed in vain as Rack turned his head to the man and stood up, grabbing the man's collar. Rack brought the man's face close to his and seethed at him.
"Shut it, Niger!" Rack cursed in French, on a moment of rage, Rack pushed the man, making him trip over his own feet, hitting into the glass cabernet behind him. Bottles and glasses smashed behind him and he slumped down to the floor, knocked out. Followed by dripping alcohol off the shelves and then sight and smell of blood followed.
Jenifer growled and with the glass, smashed it over the back of Rack's head. In that moment, Rack bent over from the impact and received a knee to the gut by Jenifer. He scuttled back a bit, winded, and to finish off. Jenifer punched an uppercut and kicked her right foot in between Rack's legs.
"Ahh! Awe, Fuck!" Rack called out painfully, his knees hitting the concrete floor, holding onto his balls. Jenifer panted slightly and glared at all the other men in the bar that was staring at her.
"Well, yer' bunch of fuckin' yellas. Get out!" Jenifer roared. All the men scurried out of the bar in a hurry to get away from the angry female and ran for their lives. Jenifer's eyes flickered to the man at her feet.
*SNIKT*
Rack stared up at the slow sound that echoed in the silent bar, his mouth gapped in horror. Three bone claws on each hand had emerged out in between Jenifer's knuckles along with her fists clench tightly. The bone claws stilled at a foot long.
"Tha' includes you two, bub." She ordered. Rack didn't bother being told twice, and ran for it. Jenifer stood there sniffing, checking for anyone who was still hiding.
Nothing...
She whipped round and jumped over the bar side behind the counter.
"Hey! Mate!" Jenifer snapped quickly with a hint of worry in her low rust voice. The man didn't respond so Jenifer slapped the side of the guys face a few times. The guys' eyes snapped open and closed, blinking rapidly. "Yer' okay, mate?" Jenifer asked in a softer tone. The man stared up at her and gave a small smile.
"An angel," He whispered in awe. Jenifer didn't know whether to laugh at the guys comment or bark out in rage. So she settled with a half way glare and chuckle.
"In yer' dreams Pal." She remarked.
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Boy, those were good times. Jenifer thought on that note; got into a pair of black army trousers and a white tank top.
Upon closing the wardrobe with a click; she halted her actions, half an inch away from clicking.
Jenifer stopped... Listened...
*Sniff*
This time, she didn't just hear something, she smelt something, and Jenifer wasn't imagining it this time.
Someone was in her house.
Jenifer closed her wardrobes with a gentle guide, not making a click sound and stepped to her bedroom door.
Opening it, she gained a nose full of the smell now. She knew that scent; she just couldn't place it. It was racking in the back of her mind but couldn't remember what or who. Still sniffing and hearing out for the intruder in the house, she followed down the spiral stairs, slowly, tense, and staying vigilant.
Jenifer flicked her eyes from one corner of the ground floor to the other. Not letting her back turn, Jenifer reached out to the right of her and grabbed the two samurai swords over the fire place and taking a foot forward and foot back stance, taking every step with careful grace and not making a sound.
Making her way to the kitchen where the scent trail was the strongest, she aimed her eyes around the room and stepped into it. Nothing seemed to be out of place but Jenifer did not once ease off her guard. Then, her eyes widened at the fruit bowl on the kitchen surface.
A bite was bitten into one of the apples.
Jenifer stepped to the bowl and picked it up to take a closer look, she felt something engraved in the back of the apple with her fingers. Turning it over, Jenifer's heart stopped, and her hand tightened around the apple.
To many others, they would find it rather odd or even freaky to find an engraving in their apple when no one else was around. Jenifer, however, was more so agitated and on edge right now, knowing full well who would make a smiley face engraving perfectly.
"Victor." Jenifer growled out, crushing the apple in her grip.
To be continued...
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