Chapter 20
Always With the Claws
Back in the Danger Room
"Silly Wolverine. Always with the claws yes?" Pyry sneered. "Is that the only weapon you have?" She growled. Of course, Pyry had a reason to be so bitter, she wasn't a monster. She had learned from Mack to be at least a little understanding. Pyry hated how people underestimated her power and how they challenged her host. "Shut yer yap and maybe we'll get along." Wolverine said sarcastically. "Who said anything about getting along? I have no interest in you, mammal." "Mammal? Aren't you supposed ta be a leopard? Lets hear you roar." Pyry let out an earsplitting roar and ran up to Wolverine, about two inches from his face and spat, "How's that?" "Not too shabby." Pyry turned her back and ran into the trees calling behind her, "Let's see how fast a short wolverine can run!" Wolverine snarled and ran after her.
Pyry enjoyed cat and mouse games, it made her feel more in touch with herself. That is, the animal part. Spending time in a human body was nice and everything, opposable thumbs and all, but what she really wanted was to resort to her true self, the snow leopard inside her."I wonder, would Mack's power let me do that?" She said as she ran throughout the trees. Coming to a gigantic tree, she stopped and stared up. Looking around, Pyry jumped at the tree and heard the satisfying sound of claws meeting bark. Climbing higher she felt herself changing. Smiling down at Wolverine's small figure below she called down from a shaded area saying, "Good work Wolverine! Didn't think you'd make it this far." He snarled up at her leering face and started climbing, adamantium cutting through tree like a fork through jell-o. When he had come up close enough he looked shocked. "You. You're a-" "Yep. I'm me. Completely." Pyry said as she licked her paw. "Have you ever wanted to be released from that?" "If I was released than I'd still be him. He has never let me be free to grow, so I am not an animal." Pyry scoffed. "Not an animal? You have claws for earths sake! All I see is an animal hiding inside another animal. You need freedom to grow." "And you need to be brought down from yer pedestal!" Wolverine said as he jumped at her. Then he found himself falling and staring up at Pyry's furious face. Upon impact he heard his arm pop out of place and groaned in response. Looking up at the tree he had just fallen from, Wolverine couldn't see Pyry anywhere. Couldn't hear or smell her either. 'What?' he thought as he was thrown into the air. He landed on his feet and glanced around. No one was there. "Come on out Kitty! You know you want to fight! I'm the perfect punching bag!" "Right you are." a silky voice came behind his ear. "Don't turn around mammal. Or you're head is as good as gone." He growled in reply and found himself flying, again. Pyry followed close behind, looking up constantly to make sure she could still see Wolverine. 'Why does this always happen with me?' he thought as he was flying through the air. Pyry just grimaced as she ran through the trees. 'I just want to fight. I should stop throwing and start ripping.' 'Or you could try to talk...' Pyry growled in reply to my advice. Wolverine landed on top of a pine tree, which didn't like him much for landing on top of it, who broke. Pyry came to the ground where Wolverine was unconscious. Smiling maliciously, she had her paw covered with a 3 foot long adamantium spike and drove it into his back. Releasing the spike from her paw and covering Wolverine with bars. 'Wait, what did you do?!' I screamed at Pyry, trying to take control. 'All I did was stab him...' 'And leave it there?! Oh, you're in major trouble Pyry.' Finally taking control I found that I was crawling on all fours. "What?! Pyry!" I said in frustration. Focusing on my human form I found I couldn't change back. 'Pyry...' She growled a warning at something and I jumped to look at Wolverine. Once I had gained control, all the metal had dissipated, freeing Wolverine. In an angry rage. Who was running right at me. "Joy." I said sarcastically. Jumping was the only option I had at the time, so I toke it. At 10 feet in the air, I reckoned Wolverine's 5 foot 3' couldn't harm me. Coming back down, however, was a different matter. He had stopped and waited with claws outstretched underneath me. My eyes went wide and I called out, "Wait!". But nothing could stop the rage that had emerged and I fell into the cold and hard claws. I could heal scratches, not punctures. He ripped them out with vigor and was about to slice me into pieces, until, in my last attempt to save myself, I covered him in flames and shut him in a claw-proof box. Then I blacked out.