Sorry for the REALLY late update. I've been busy so please forgive me... but anyway, here is chapter 4!
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Chapter 4
Ember's thoughts ran wild. Professor Xavier had offered her a home at the school for mutants, then Wolverine had started to yell at the professor for even offering her, "that cold-hearted, flame-retardant bitch" as he had called her, a place at the school. Personally, she probably wouldn't even except that offer in her life, she was loyal to Magneto. But he didn't want her anymore. That was her dilemma. Now here she was, hauled up in bed at the number one place that she didnt want to be, so bored that she had resulted to watching her skin heal. Sabretooth had done a damn good job when he attacked her, she had badages everywhere an they constantly needed changing from over bleeding.
Oh, look, somehow it just got worse.
Wolverine walked in with a scowl on his face, muttering about something (probably her) under his breath.
"How are you?" he growled, not even one slight look of him feeling sorry for her on his face.
"Why do you care?" Ember hissed back, pushing herself up to sit on the bed. A pain blasted through her side but she didn't show it at all.
"I dont! Chuck just wanted me to check, okay?" Wolverine glared at her, "So are in pain, numb... perfectly fine? I need something to tell Chuck."
"Well, little lapdog, you can go tell your master that I'm fine," Ember smiled as he clenched his hands into fists and then left the room.
As Wolverine left a thought acquired to Ember. Maybe she should stay a while... give that little lapdog Wolverine hell for a couple of weeks, or months, while she was 'broken' and he couldnt do anything back to her. Ember smiled, this was going to be... fucking hilarious!
Yes I know... SUPER SHORT, but i'm really sorry and my writer's block isnt helping...
