Disclaimer: I don't own X-23 or any other characters affiliated with Marvel because if I did it would be me making the money off of the comic franchises and not them.

I've done it! I've started another X-23 story, this one shall be multi- chaptorial (I made up that word, like it?). This takes place right after "Target X", ya know, the second episode with X-23. Well, enjoy.

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They thought she was dead; all of them, every last one of them. And that was what she wanted, for everyone to stop hunting her, to have the freedom to go and do what she wanted. She knew they thought she was dead because no one had come looking for her. Wolverine's scent had long since left her nostrils, leaving only pine needles and tree sap to contend with.

X-23 looked about her for what seemed like the hundredth time. She didn't know why she looked around anymore, nothing changed. There was just trees, trees, and more trees. Anything that posed a threat she would smell long before she saw it. God, the forest was empty; and she felt alone. X-23 stopped in her tracks. She never felt alone, never felt anything but anger and resentment...and sadness, she thought to herself, sadness which she had never felt before until she had met Wolverine. That's what was different.

"Wolverine, that's what's missing." She had trekked all the way through these woods with him grumbling from behind and as she complained from up front; that's what was giving her the feeling of loneliness. "I'm getting soft," she told herself. "I haven't even been out of the Hydra lab that long and I'm falling apart." She quickly shut her mouth. What was she doing? Talking to herself, but why? She had been trained out of that habit years ago. It had to be the strange feeling that had been creeping over her since she realized she was totally and utterly alone. What was it? She sniffed the air around her...fear. She had long put away that childish feeling and here it was come back from the grave.

She groaned, grasping her head in her hands, "What's wrong with me," she yelled. She looked up, an idea hitting her. Wolverine, it was all his fault, it had to be. She didn't feel these things, at least she didn't until she had broken down and cried like the small child she certainly was not. All her problems were his fault. The only way to get rid of them would be to confront him again; find out what had happened at the mansion that had changed her, because the way she was acting now definitely wasn't natural. She would have to go back to that horrible mansion where this all started.

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That's it for this chapter. The next one will be on its way shortly...I
hope. How'd'ya like It so far? Good? Bad? Ugly? Well, maybe not ugly, but malnourished possibly. Okay, fine, ugly and malnourished don't really describe a fic properly. Anywhoo, this epilogue is finished...at least I think it's an epilogue, maybe I got my words screwed up. I'll shut up now.