"Come on you can do better than that." Wolverine growled. He
easily dodged a punch from Evan's disturbingly spiky fist.
"Wolverine! Please report to cerebro, it's happened." Professor Xavier's voice rang out through the danger room halting Wolverine's training session with the X-men. Wolverine paled and ran out of the danger room.
"Whoa, what's up with him?" Scott frowned.
"Tell me you're joking Charles." Wolverine panted looking down at Charles Xavier; he shook his head Wolverine growled and went out to get his bike.
A shadowed figure jumped from rooftop to rooftop, a slight sound was made as the figure's long dark coat rippled around the mysterious figure's now stationary form. Narrowed eyes watched the scene below.
"No! Please! Leave me be!"
"Listen lady, co-operate and you might leave this street unharmed."
"Just leave me alone!"
A low growl came from the lips of the shadowed figure, the figure jumped to the ground below almost silently.
"Leave here. Now. Never bother anyone again." The figure's voice said from further in the alley where the scene had been taking place.
"Hey, I suggest you leave now moron! Unless you want this nice lady here to die." The crook threatened. The figure noted the long knife in the man's hand, if that was the way he wanted to play this then he was way out of his depth. The figure drew it's own weapon and an unmistakable metallic sound could be heard in the alley.
"Last chance." The figure offered. The crook laughed and pulled his victim closer and held his knife across her neck. The shadowed figure slashed forward with a long samurai sword the man dodged and felt the blade miss him by a centimetre and the blade sank in the brick wall behind him. His eyes wandered over to the blade, it was about half embedded into the wall. It was slowly pulled out, it had sliced though the bricks like a hot knife through butter. He shook his head, it must be some kind of trick, no kind of metal could do that to bricks.
"No more warning shots." The figure growled at him. He gulped, he could feel the danger radiating off of this character. He backed out into the street dragging his victim with him under the safety of a streetlight. He had heard about this samurai that had taken to their town no one had ever seen the samurai's face, maybe he was afraid to show it. The figure paused, then stepped forward, long black hair covered the samurai's face. The sword suddenly stopped just before the criminal's jugular vein, he gave up threw the woman's purse at the samurai who caught it easily. The woman gulped, would she be any safer with this samurai than she had been with the thief? She samurai handed the woman her purse back and turned and walked into the shadows.
The samurai rounded the corner and stopped as a huge jolt of electricity ran through its body, the samurai sword dropped to the floor with a clatter. The electricity passed leaving the figure drawing deep breaths.
"So this is what you've been up to then." The samurai looked up into a familiar face.
"Listen, I don't need help. I've got this under control." The samurai snapped.
"That's not the way it look just a minute ago." Wolverine growled, he sighed, he knew it would be hard but this was just ridiculous!
"Listen I know I haven't exactly been around lately, but you have to listen to me." Wolverine admitted.
"My own mother threw me out when she knew that I was like you. She said she didn't want anything to do with us freaks. And then was when I needed your help but you never showed up. And I couldn't call you because you never left a number." The samurai spat. Wolverine felt infinitely guilty he watched the samurai pace agitatedly in front of him. The samurai climbed up a ladder Wolverine followed.
The samurai stood in the moonlight and looked out into the night sky.
"You're using the sword I gave you." Wolverine said eyeing the sheathed weapon.
"Yeah. What the hell is this thing made of anyway?" the samurai asked looking at him.
"Adamantium, the same stuff as these." Wolverine replied extending his claws.
"I don't really have a choice whether or not I come with you do I?" the samurai sighed.
"Do you need one?"
"No."
"Wolverine! Please report to cerebro, it's happened." Professor Xavier's voice rang out through the danger room halting Wolverine's training session with the X-men. Wolverine paled and ran out of the danger room.
"Whoa, what's up with him?" Scott frowned.
"Tell me you're joking Charles." Wolverine panted looking down at Charles Xavier; he shook his head Wolverine growled and went out to get his bike.
A shadowed figure jumped from rooftop to rooftop, a slight sound was made as the figure's long dark coat rippled around the mysterious figure's now stationary form. Narrowed eyes watched the scene below.
"No! Please! Leave me be!"
"Listen lady, co-operate and you might leave this street unharmed."
"Just leave me alone!"
A low growl came from the lips of the shadowed figure, the figure jumped to the ground below almost silently.
"Leave here. Now. Never bother anyone again." The figure's voice said from further in the alley where the scene had been taking place.
"Hey, I suggest you leave now moron! Unless you want this nice lady here to die." The crook threatened. The figure noted the long knife in the man's hand, if that was the way he wanted to play this then he was way out of his depth. The figure drew it's own weapon and an unmistakable metallic sound could be heard in the alley.
"Last chance." The figure offered. The crook laughed and pulled his victim closer and held his knife across her neck. The shadowed figure slashed forward with a long samurai sword the man dodged and felt the blade miss him by a centimetre and the blade sank in the brick wall behind him. His eyes wandered over to the blade, it was about half embedded into the wall. It was slowly pulled out, it had sliced though the bricks like a hot knife through butter. He shook his head, it must be some kind of trick, no kind of metal could do that to bricks.
"No more warning shots." The figure growled at him. He gulped, he could feel the danger radiating off of this character. He backed out into the street dragging his victim with him under the safety of a streetlight. He had heard about this samurai that had taken to their town no one had ever seen the samurai's face, maybe he was afraid to show it. The figure paused, then stepped forward, long black hair covered the samurai's face. The sword suddenly stopped just before the criminal's jugular vein, he gave up threw the woman's purse at the samurai who caught it easily. The woman gulped, would she be any safer with this samurai than she had been with the thief? She samurai handed the woman her purse back and turned and walked into the shadows.
The samurai rounded the corner and stopped as a huge jolt of electricity ran through its body, the samurai sword dropped to the floor with a clatter. The electricity passed leaving the figure drawing deep breaths.
"So this is what you've been up to then." The samurai looked up into a familiar face.
"Listen, I don't need help. I've got this under control." The samurai snapped.
"That's not the way it look just a minute ago." Wolverine growled, he sighed, he knew it would be hard but this was just ridiculous!
"Listen I know I haven't exactly been around lately, but you have to listen to me." Wolverine admitted.
"My own mother threw me out when she knew that I was like you. She said she didn't want anything to do with us freaks. And then was when I needed your help but you never showed up. And I couldn't call you because you never left a number." The samurai spat. Wolverine felt infinitely guilty he watched the samurai pace agitatedly in front of him. The samurai climbed up a ladder Wolverine followed.
The samurai stood in the moonlight and looked out into the night sky.
"You're using the sword I gave you." Wolverine said eyeing the sheathed weapon.
"Yeah. What the hell is this thing made of anyway?" the samurai asked looking at him.
"Adamantium, the same stuff as these." Wolverine replied extending his claws.
"I don't really have a choice whether or not I come with you do I?" the samurai sighed.
"Do you need one?"
"No."
