It's the day after the day I realized I loved him. I'm outside in the forest, wondering at the turn my life has taken, I passed the test in their combat zone yesterday, bobby said I was really cool. I told him being skilled at taking human life, even a simulation of it, was nothing to be proud of. Bobby smiled at me, like he understood what I was trying to say, like he understood not completely but understood, ororo overheard, smiled at me, told me I was wise beyond my years, I smiled back.
Ororo, mother
X-men, family
Words that are starting to mean something again, I smile to myself.
"Heya darlin', what ya smiling at"
Logan, enemy…now that's a word I'm familiar with.
He sits down beside me attempts to put a friendly arm around me, "Don't call me darlin'" I mutter.
"Look kid, I don't know what I did while I was in weapon x. I can't remember who I hurt I can't remember if I had a girlfriend I left back their, a friend I can't remember something you can…and I envy you for that…" He starts
"IF YOU REMEMBERED WHAT I DO, YOU?D WISH YOU'D FORGOTTEN!" I scream cutting him off
"Look kid, calm down, I didn't mean it like that"
"No, you listen to me, I spent 4 years in the compound, you spent 3 and you were their favourite; their killing machine their baby! You were rewarded all the time for killing; but you didn't take it; you killed because you had to not because you wanted to! You didn't like hurting people but you did it, but you weren't the worst person there oh no, even though you were the most violent, "the best at what you did" isn't that what you always said? Huh? OH But you weren't the worse, the worse were people like Sabretooth, people who went so crazy they ended up liking what we did, they ,killed and felt no regret, heck they even ENJOYED it. Do you have ANY IDEA, what it's like to be one of the few girls' in a team full of men, and the youngest? DO you have ANY IDEA what it's like to be tortured half the time because you wouldn't kill someone on a mission? To be the one they hated most, In all my time there, I never, killed anyone because I didn't want to end up killing till I didn't feel anything anymore, till I ended up like you, or worse till I ended up LIKING it, like Sabretooth! I was their scout, I betrayed countless people's secrets and I can still here every single one of them scream! AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO TELL ME YOU ENVY ME FOR BEING ABLE TO REMEMBER ALL THIS, YOU BASTARD YOU COMPLETE BASTARD!" I rant, I just keep yelling and I can't stop, tears pour down my face and I yowl in exasperation. I unsheathe my claws, and stab them into the tree in annoyance. I just get more annoyed when I can't get 'em out
"You stuck kid" he grins at me
I growl at the back of my throat, but his grin is so infuriating I have to laugh
"There" he says with satisfaction "I figured you needed to yell at me, and get it off your chest, you been glowerin' or cowerin' away from me all weekend, and if it makes you feel better, I can't remember what I did in weapon x, but I'm sorry. You're a good kid that fell in with a bad crowd, life dealt you a hand you didn't deserve and I'm sorry for that too." He walks over, and pop out one claw, cutting my hand free, and I grin back at him, tension disappearing
"Thanks," I mutter, sheathing my claw I turn to walk off in the direction of the beach, this is his patch of the forest and I can see that now, but then I've always like the see "Oh and wolvie"
"Yeah kid?"
"Don't call me kid!"
"Sure…k…ebony"
Ororo, mother
X-men, family
Words that are starting to mean something again, I smile to myself.
"Heya darlin', what ya smiling at"
Logan, enemy…now that's a word I'm familiar with.
He sits down beside me attempts to put a friendly arm around me, "Don't call me darlin'" I mutter.
"Look kid, I don't know what I did while I was in weapon x. I can't remember who I hurt I can't remember if I had a girlfriend I left back their, a friend I can't remember something you can…and I envy you for that…" He starts
"IF YOU REMEMBERED WHAT I DO, YOU?D WISH YOU'D FORGOTTEN!" I scream cutting him off
"Look kid, calm down, I didn't mean it like that"
"No, you listen to me, I spent 4 years in the compound, you spent 3 and you were their favourite; their killing machine their baby! You were rewarded all the time for killing; but you didn't take it; you killed because you had to not because you wanted to! You didn't like hurting people but you did it, but you weren't the worst person there oh no, even though you were the most violent, "the best at what you did" isn't that what you always said? Huh? OH But you weren't the worse, the worse were people like Sabretooth, people who went so crazy they ended up liking what we did, they ,killed and felt no regret, heck they even ENJOYED it. Do you have ANY IDEA, what it's like to be one of the few girls' in a team full of men, and the youngest? DO you have ANY IDEA what it's like to be tortured half the time because you wouldn't kill someone on a mission? To be the one they hated most, In all my time there, I never, killed anyone because I didn't want to end up killing till I didn't feel anything anymore, till I ended up like you, or worse till I ended up LIKING it, like Sabretooth! I was their scout, I betrayed countless people's secrets and I can still here every single one of them scream! AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO TELL ME YOU ENVY ME FOR BEING ABLE TO REMEMBER ALL THIS, YOU BASTARD YOU COMPLETE BASTARD!" I rant, I just keep yelling and I can't stop, tears pour down my face and I yowl in exasperation. I unsheathe my claws, and stab them into the tree in annoyance. I just get more annoyed when I can't get 'em out
"You stuck kid" he grins at me
I growl at the back of my throat, but his grin is so infuriating I have to laugh
"There" he says with satisfaction "I figured you needed to yell at me, and get it off your chest, you been glowerin' or cowerin' away from me all weekend, and if it makes you feel better, I can't remember what I did in weapon x, but I'm sorry. You're a good kid that fell in with a bad crowd, life dealt you a hand you didn't deserve and I'm sorry for that too." He walks over, and pop out one claw, cutting my hand free, and I grin back at him, tension disappearing
"Thanks," I mutter, sheathing my claw I turn to walk off in the direction of the beach, this is his patch of the forest and I can see that now, but then I've always like the see "Oh and wolvie"
"Yeah kid?"
"Don't call me kid!"
"Sure…k…ebony"
