Lone Wolf

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A/N: I truly am so sorry!!!! I have not updated in so long and… eeepp!!!! No, wait, don't kill me! Just hear me out!! Ok…I see you all don't care…so on with the story!!

Chapter 4- I Stand Alone

The full moon shone down upon the earth. In the darkness of the night, no one heard or saw the fight between nine armed men and a badly wounded young girl. No one except…

Jesse Kilmartin sat bolt upright, gasping for breath. "Whoa," he muttered. "That was one hell of a dream." He closed his eyes, shaking away the last remaining cobwebs of sleep. Yes, it was a terrifying dream. A terrifyingly amazing dream. Yet somehow, it all seemed real. He found that he couldn't sleep. The beautiful full moon outside seemed to beckon to him. Sighing, he sat on the cool windowsill and gazed out at the brilliant yellow orb.

Her long black hair flashed as she spun around. With a mighty kick, she broke the man's jaw. He fell back, frothing at the mouth and crying. The girl grabbed his fallen rifle and shot an approaching man in the face, right between his eyes. She smirked. "Perfect aim."

Jesse rubbed a hand over his eyes. Why couldn't he get that dream out of his head? Yet he felt strange, like it was déjà vu or something. Had he seen that girl somewhere before? Her pale skin, graceful steps, even in battle. She reminded him greatly of Shalimar, but didn't at the same time. His brow creased in thought and a hand went up to support his chin. She and Shalimar have practically the same fighting style. But hers is…more graceful…and she's not as…I can't say confident, because she is plenty confident, all right! But more planned out, as if she was expecting her opponents to make that fatal wrong move. More clever and nimble…concealed. Wait, how can I draw this much out, just from a dream?

Suddenly, a pair of long, shiny knives appeared from nowhere. It was strange and mystical, graceful and beautiful, almost like a dance. Left block. Right thrust. Step forward. Spin. Right blade out. Slow. Step and Flip. Right block. Left slash.

Jesse whispered to himself. In his mind's eye, he was back in his dream. He saw the girl fighting and quietly whispered each one of her next moves. "Duck. Crouch. Right cut. Left cut. Upper block. Right parry. Hold. Back. Left cut. Spin. Kneel. Steady. Breathe." How did he know all this? He had seen it somewhere before, a long time ago. But he did not know where. Growling in frustration, he ran a hand through his blond hair.

All the men were down now, dead or dying. The girl dropped the bloodstained knives and collapsed to her knees. Blood spurted from her new wounds and she coughed up an alarmingly large amount of blood. Her onyx eyes locked with his blue ones, boring into his body. Jesse felt as if his soul was being laid bare right there. "Jess…Jesse…help me…" she whispered weakly. A pale, bloodstained hand reached out to him. He tried to take it, but then felt himself spiraling and falling into the deep spaces of nothingness…

And that was when he woke up. He knew this girl was in trouble, he just knew it! Furthermore, he had come to a conclusion that this girl was a mutant, and she needed his help. Fast. In one fluid smooth movement worthy of Shalimar herself, he leapt off the windowsill. Struggling into a pair of worn out jeans, he didn't even bother to grab a shirt. The red numbers of the digital clock read 1:49. It's alright, Kilmartin. Forget the time. Jesse quickly exited the room. He needed to have a talk with Adam.

Mariko slowly came to. Her body felt weightless. Sighing, she looked up at the grey ceiling. Grey? she frowned. Then, it all came rushing back. She winced as her mind cleared, mentally brushing aside the fogginess. The men…the dart…the fight…I'm in the warehouse. She tried to move, but found she couldn't budge. She had no control whatsoever over her body at this point. Another wave of pain crashed through her battered body. "Jesse…" a single tear slipped down her cheek. You…you left me…you betrayed me…Her eyes blazed and registered fury. The toxin coursed through her veins. By sheer force and will, she stood. Her wounds stung. But still, with grace and agility, she bounded away from the warehouse. I stand alone. I need no one. I can overcome this pain, this mutation by myself. She clenched her fist.

"What?" Adam squinted at him. Jesse squirmed under his intense stare. "Are you sure?"

Jesse threw his hands up in the air. "For the millionth time, yes! Why else do I wake you up at 2 am? Because I had a bad dream?"

Shalimar rested a hand on his shoulder. "Cool it, Jess. We could hear you yelling even in our sleep." Jesse turned around. Emma was still wearing her pajamas, and Brennen was practically falling asleep standing straight up. Shalimar rolled her eyes. "Well, I heard you anyways. What is this about a dream?"

Jesse sighed and sat down. Many miles away, a lone wolf sprinted alone under the clear moonlight sky.

I stand alone. I need no one. I am the Lone Wolf.

A/N: ………..not gonna say anything 'cept this: review!