|Laura Kinney (extwothree) wrote in no_good_deed,|
@ 2011-04-06 22:10:00
|Entry tags:||complete, cyclops, x-23|
Who: X-23 OT Cyclops
What: Happening to see each other at a gas station.
When: 10 pm
Where: I just said a gas station, didn't I?
Rating: R - I can't control this girl's mouth or violent streak.
A month later, and she was finally heading back to the mansion. Upon leaving she was Laura, the girl who had a better sense of who she was and an anticipation of what being at Xavier's could actually mean for her. She had a sense of purpose, a drive, and a will to return at some point with the hope that something close to a normal life could be hers. A month later and Laura was once again replaced with X-23. She wasn't a girl anymore, but an experiment, a weapon, a seasoned killer. It was what she knew, what was comfortable, what was familiar. And being in the situations she'd faced in the past month, the familiar was easier than facing the uncertainties.
After the first raid and all the deaths in the fire, X-23 felt the feral need for more rise up within her. She only tried to stop it for a split second before letting it take her over. That need for action, for carnage was who she was. To deny that would be to deny her very existence. What would be the point in that?
She'd gone to the club following the lead she was given only to find it false. After that the scent went cold for a few days. There were cells all over the state and beyond, so X-23 took her pretty little stolen Viper and drove around the state. She managed to find and "disassemble" three other cells without causing so much as a mutinous whisper to fall toward Xavier's or even mutants in general. She'd gained a wealth of information and knew at some point she had to bring it back to Ororo Munroe. It was part of her mission. Until her mission was completed, there was nothing else she could do. So as much as she almost didn't want to return to the mansion, she knew she had to.
Stopping off at a gas station, she pulled in so that the pump would be able to reach the gas tank and climbed out of the sleek black vehicle. Her long brown hair was left down, her black tight fitting clothing making her look like some sort of rock star out for a late night drive. She grabbed the nozzle and stuck it into the tank opening, pressing the lever below the handle to let it fill up before sauntering inside. The few patrons still out watched her. She knew it, she just didn't care.
She grabbed a bag of chips, a Pepsi, and a pack of gum before making her way up to the counter to stand in line behind some fat guy with half his ass hanging out his belt. With annoyance, she turned her dark brown eyes out the open door to watch her car while she waited.