Sniper-X: Chaper 4-Names and Gadgets
SX turned around quickly, smiling at Logan who stared wide-eyed at the array of weapons and gadgets on the bed. She walked up to him, reaching out a hand. "The name's Sniper-X."
Logan shook the girls hand, still in somewhat of a daze. "What the hell's all this for?" He stared down at the contents on the bed.
SX pulled her hand away from Logan's and turned to the bed again. "I'm a sniper Logan."
Logan scratched the back of his neck anxiously. This girl was just a kid, how the hell could she be a sniper?! He thought she had some secret like being a mutant or something...but never this. What on earth could have turned a young girl into a sharp-shooter?! "You kill people." Logan stated it more matter-of-factly, then as a question.
SX nodded, somewhat ashamed. "Yep. That's what I do. Pretty horrendous huh?" She half-smiled. It was a pathetic attempt to lighten the mood.
Logan brushed a hand through his wild hair. "Why'd you become a sniper kid? Did somethin' happen in yer past?" He couldn't help but feel sorry for the kid, but somewhat disgusted. Logan faught every day to keep the beast within himself inside and not go on a rampant killing spree. This girl killed as a lifestyle, a job. He wasn't disgusted by her, but more from the things that made her this way. Although, he didn't know what that was yet. Logan had killed many times, but to imagine the weight of that knowledge that you'd killed someone, on the shoulders of a kid? He was surprised she wasn't crushed by it.
SX thought about Logan's question, then gave a short, quiet, "Yeah." She bowed her head as if fighting back tears, then looked into Logan's eyes. "But I don't wanna talk about that just yet."
Logan nodded his understandment.
"So what's your alias?"
Logan was caught unprepared for her random question. He figured she was doing it to forget, to change the subject, maybe get her mind off the killing. "What makes you think I have one?" He finally responded.
SX shrugged, fiddling with the knives, guns, scopes, grenades, and ammunition that lay on the bed. "Well, with claws like the ones you've got, you gotta have some sorta nickname, codname, or somethin'."
"Heh, yeah I guess so."
"So...?" SX pressed on. "What is it?"
Logan looked up, adjusting his posture and shifting his feet. "Wolverine."
Sniper-X nodded, smiling. She felt like asking more questions, so she did. SX felt that the more she knew about this guy, the better. She couldn't go on spilling her guts out about her life without knowing some of his. "So, what's with the claws anyway? Yer a mutant right?"
"Yeah. But the claws aren't really part o' my mutation." Logan looked at his hands, then stuffed them in the pockets of his faded jeans. "But I don't wanna talk about that just yet." He half-smiled, mimicking her words when questioned about her own past.
SX smiled, packing up her gadgets in the backpack again, along with the few pairs of clothes she had in there. She nodded. "Fair enough."
Logan thought to change the subject, bringing up names again. "So what should I call ya then?"
SX stood face to face with Logan, shouldering her backpack. "Well, I guess ya could call me Sniper-X, or SX." She shrugged, eyes arching toward the ceiling.
Logan squinted. "Eh, what about a real name? Want me ta call ya Zoe?"
SX shook her head, motioning for Logan to walk with her out the door. "Nah, not Zoe...I'll think up a different one."
SX turned back towards Logan as they began walking to the main desk so she could check out of the hotel. "So where we gonna go? You said ya wanted to help me out..."
"Well, ya got any place in mind that reminds ya of yer past? Or one that you know has somethin' ta do with yer past?"
SX's eyes went wide as a thought sprung to her head. "New York."
"New York?" Logan questioned, making sure he'd heard her right since he wasn't really paying attention.
"Yep. I know somebody there."
Logan nodded. "Ahright, New York it is." He stopped as they reached the front desk. The Xavier Mansion was in Westchester, the place he could sort of call 'home'. Logan thought he'd leave his own knowledge out of this and act as if he didn't know anyone in New York. Atleast, for the time being.
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Outside the hotel in the dusty parking lot, Logan casually walked toward his motorcycle as SX followed behind, searching the area as she did so.
"Harley." SX exclaimed profoundly out of nowhere as Logan mounted his bike.
"Yeah, it's a Harley Davidson." He said, glancing at the motorcycle.
She shook her head, mounting the bike behind Logan with her backpack on her shoulders. "Not the bike, my name. I want my name ta be Harley for now."
Logan shrugged, chuckling slightly as he handed SX the helmet and instructed her to put it on. "What about a last name kid?"
SX fastened the helmet on her head and began staring out into the clouds. "Uhh...Skye, Harley Skye, with an 'E'." She nodded as an affirmation of the name.
Logan didn't say a word, but revved up the bike and SX held on to him as they began driving off.
SX turned around quickly, smiling at Logan who stared wide-eyed at the array of weapons and gadgets on the bed. She walked up to him, reaching out a hand. "The name's Sniper-X."
Logan shook the girls hand, still in somewhat of a daze. "What the hell's all this for?" He stared down at the contents on the bed.
SX pulled her hand away from Logan's and turned to the bed again. "I'm a sniper Logan."
Logan scratched the back of his neck anxiously. This girl was just a kid, how the hell could she be a sniper?! He thought she had some secret like being a mutant or something...but never this. What on earth could have turned a young girl into a sharp-shooter?! "You kill people." Logan stated it more matter-of-factly, then as a question.
SX nodded, somewhat ashamed. "Yep. That's what I do. Pretty horrendous huh?" She half-smiled. It was a pathetic attempt to lighten the mood.
Logan brushed a hand through his wild hair. "Why'd you become a sniper kid? Did somethin' happen in yer past?" He couldn't help but feel sorry for the kid, but somewhat disgusted. Logan faught every day to keep the beast within himself inside and not go on a rampant killing spree. This girl killed as a lifestyle, a job. He wasn't disgusted by her, but more from the things that made her this way. Although, he didn't know what that was yet. Logan had killed many times, but to imagine the weight of that knowledge that you'd killed someone, on the shoulders of a kid? He was surprised she wasn't crushed by it.
SX thought about Logan's question, then gave a short, quiet, "Yeah." She bowed her head as if fighting back tears, then looked into Logan's eyes. "But I don't wanna talk about that just yet."
Logan nodded his understandment.
"So what's your alias?"
Logan was caught unprepared for her random question. He figured she was doing it to forget, to change the subject, maybe get her mind off the killing. "What makes you think I have one?" He finally responded.
SX shrugged, fiddling with the knives, guns, scopes, grenades, and ammunition that lay on the bed. "Well, with claws like the ones you've got, you gotta have some sorta nickname, codname, or somethin'."
"Heh, yeah I guess so."
"So...?" SX pressed on. "What is it?"
Logan looked up, adjusting his posture and shifting his feet. "Wolverine."
Sniper-X nodded, smiling. She felt like asking more questions, so she did. SX felt that the more she knew about this guy, the better. She couldn't go on spilling her guts out about her life without knowing some of his. "So, what's with the claws anyway? Yer a mutant right?"
"Yeah. But the claws aren't really part o' my mutation." Logan looked at his hands, then stuffed them in the pockets of his faded jeans. "But I don't wanna talk about that just yet." He half-smiled, mimicking her words when questioned about her own past.
SX smiled, packing up her gadgets in the backpack again, along with the few pairs of clothes she had in there. She nodded. "Fair enough."
Logan thought to change the subject, bringing up names again. "So what should I call ya then?"
SX stood face to face with Logan, shouldering her backpack. "Well, I guess ya could call me Sniper-X, or SX." She shrugged, eyes arching toward the ceiling.
Logan squinted. "Eh, what about a real name? Want me ta call ya Zoe?"
SX shook her head, motioning for Logan to walk with her out the door. "Nah, not Zoe...I'll think up a different one."
SX turned back towards Logan as they began walking to the main desk so she could check out of the hotel. "So where we gonna go? You said ya wanted to help me out..."
"Well, ya got any place in mind that reminds ya of yer past? Or one that you know has somethin' ta do with yer past?"
SX's eyes went wide as a thought sprung to her head. "New York."
"New York?" Logan questioned, making sure he'd heard her right since he wasn't really paying attention.
"Yep. I know somebody there."
Logan nodded. "Ahright, New York it is." He stopped as they reached the front desk. The Xavier Mansion was in Westchester, the place he could sort of call 'home'. Logan thought he'd leave his own knowledge out of this and act as if he didn't know anyone in New York. Atleast, for the time being.
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Outside the hotel in the dusty parking lot, Logan casually walked toward his motorcycle as SX followed behind, searching the area as she did so.
"Harley." SX exclaimed profoundly out of nowhere as Logan mounted his bike.
"Yeah, it's a Harley Davidson." He said, glancing at the motorcycle.
She shook her head, mounting the bike behind Logan with her backpack on her shoulders. "Not the bike, my name. I want my name ta be Harley for now."
Logan shrugged, chuckling slightly as he handed SX the helmet and instructed her to put it on. "What about a last name kid?"
SX fastened the helmet on her head and began staring out into the clouds. "Uhh...Skye, Harley Skye, with an 'E'." She nodded as an affirmation of the name.
Logan didn't say a word, but revved up the bike and SX held on to him as they began driving off.