Where was he in this godforsaken town? She didn't know but she would surely find out. Her cat-like eyes scanned the darkened streets as her long black hair cascaded down to her feet. She stood, her shadow pouncing on the moonlit streets below her. Her boots hit the roof of the building with a clap as she walked across it.
Her pale skin was radiant in the moonlight and her black lips curled to a small smile. Her smile fingers warped into a fist with her black sharp nails that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight piercing her fragile skin. She could smell her own blood, the scent fluttering around in the air. Her beast-like instincts were kicking in. The noises of the night echoed through her eyes, making her feel just a little bit paranoid. So many scents, so many tastes… Gunpowder, sweat, and hatred were all visible in the nightly wind.
She needed to find him. Her whole life, she was searching for that one man. For it was her only mission, to hunt; to kill; to destroy. It was all she knew. Her creators had told her, "Kill him. Kill him before he kills you." She could still hear her father's voice in her head, echoing and echoing, over and over again.
She clenched her fists tighter and tighter, until the stench of blood intensified and she had to release her hand from the pain of the knife-like nails ripping through her flesh.
Her target, this man who she was supposed to kill; whom supposedly killed so many… Was living at a school? A school? Of all places? What idiots these humans were.
She jumped down from the three-story building, landing on the ground like a black cat. She smiled looking beneath her feet, seeing that the cement had been crushed on the impact of her landing. She smirked and stood straight cracking her neck and shoulders.
She would kill him, she didn't care how much pain she went through. She would kill him, before he killed any one else. Her golden eyes weld up with tears, seeing the images that her father had showed her. Images of children, lying dead upon the ground blood spewing from their mouths, their eyes… She had screamed when she first saw that picture. It was plastered into her mind, and she would never, not once, forget the look on the girl's face. Her eyes were blank and dilated, soulless; lifeless.
She shook her head, throwing the images from her mind and tossing the tears from her eyes. She wouldn't allow him to hurt anyone else, again. But, if he was so dangerous… If he had killed so many people, so many children… Why was he at a school? With children? Socializing with the human race?
Some of the things didn't add up to her, but she was not created to doubt her father. She was not created to ask questions, nor inquiries. She was made, to kill. To kill a person in specific, who really wasn't a person at all… He was a mutant. He was the weapon… Logan or Wolverine as they call him.
She knew a lot about him, since she had been hunting him for years. Her father told her a lot about him, too. That Stryder, had created him, or made him somewhat into a better killer. His skeleton was lined with Adamantium, which was basically indestructible. She laughed. Let's see how 'indestructible he is to me. She thought to herself, walking along the sidewalk with the humans glaring at her from the other side of the street. She just continued to smile, running over Wolverine's information in her head, over and over again. Just to make sure she knew each and every thing about the bastard she was going to kill, that she was going to torture.