Intentions

AN: It's my shortest chapter yet. :D Bet you can guess who the scent belongs too.

Disclaimer: X-Men belong to MARVEL Comics, not to me. :cries:

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Chapter 7: (The Need Of Names)

the next morning

A sign, 'Welcome to Bayville' his scent was all over this place. Lexa breathed deep and sorted through the scents, she found the most recent one and followed it. It led to a clearing, another smell was there, it smelled similar, but more feline. It wasn't the first time it had assaulted her senses. So unpleasant, Lexa thought it.

Used fuel and metal had been here, it took the scent of Weapon X away. Fighting the rage that was trying to come over her Lexa sought for another trail. She found one and quickly relaxed, she could hunt again. This trail led her through woods and to a ten foot brick wall. Lexa jumped to the top and sniffed. Stronger than ever in this place. Lexa smiled.

She kept to the trees, jumping from branch to branch as she got closer. Suddenly her nose picked up the scent, the strongest it had ever been before. Her head jerked in the direction of the wind. There he was, Weapon X.

He looked different then she had pictured him. In her mind she had seen a man who was slight and tall. A man who had the same brown hair and small nose that she did. Someone who had a clear face for battle. Instead he was short and stocky. His hair was so black it shined blue and his nose was wide. Hair covered his face and made him wild. His eyes were black, but that she had known to be different. She was more of her mother than she had ever guessed.

Anger grasped her, a need for the person who made her terrible existence possible to be dead. She nearly attacked him then, only the small voice at the back of her head reminding her of the plan held her back, barely. 'I can't be here now, not if I want him to die as I planned.' Lexa thought and tore herself away from the tree and back the way she'd come. It took all her will power to keep moving away from her quarry. Lexa ran without direction, searching to be away from his scent. She breathed in and searched for something new to calm her.

It was a masculine smell that Lexa centered in on. Lemons and sugar, without any of that artificial crap that males usually smelt of when her hunt brought her through towns. Lexa centered on that smell, let herself become lost in it, be calmed by it.

"I need a trigger scent, one that will make me calm." Lexa said once her mind was cleared. "If that happens again, I don't think I can stop myself. I need to stop myself, if I want Weapon X to die. I must be smart.

"This is a nice smell, soothing. It will be my calming scent." Lexa decided. Lexa lay on the forest floor and allowed herself to smell nothing but the scent, feeling a peacefulness down to her bones. She didn't know how long she lay among the decaying leaves, nor did she care.