Pummeller streaked through the trees as fast as her feet could carry her. What had she done? She hadn't meant to hurt him, it just happened.
That was the problem with Pummeller; things just happened. Like, at her tenth birthday party she had wanted a chocolate cake with blue icing but the children's home hadn't had enough money. The plain sponge cake hade lifted up into the air and dropped on the floor by itself. Every one said it had slipped off the table but Pummeller knew that they only said that because they didn't understand what had really happened.
She stopped running when she found herself at the edge of a pond in the surrounding woods. She sat down calmly, leaning with her back against a tree. She could feel him searching for her but she was good at hiding physically and mentally. They were going to think she was nuts now. She couldn't go back there. At least not yet.
"The Prof's fine, in case you wanted to know." Pummeller whipped around. It was the shadow guy. He looked familiar, yes. He was that guy who beat her! What was his name? Wolf...It was an animal...Wolver...Wolverine!
"Why're yaw here?" she asked. "Those wackos say they're some dumb 'institute' t'ya too? Or yaw come t' finish that fight?"
"They're not wackos and I did finish that fight." He said. "Why did you run away?" he asked her
"Din't yaw see what I did? Y'all was in the room wasn't yaw?" She replied
"I saw the Prof trying to help you and you ran away 'cause you made a mistake. They're only there to help. Do you know why that happened anyway? I was just wondering." He added hastily so she wouldn't blow her top at him.
"He said...It don't matter, why d'ya wanna know?" she said accusingly.
"What did he say?" Wolverine asked, and then when she didn't answer, "You have to realise what is stopping you from communicating or else no one can help you."
"...Annabelle. It was...my sister's name." She whispered.
"There's a story behind this isn't there?" she nodded, "Tell me,"