X-23 (Laura is no longer Laura) And Open
She had not sensed it when it happened, just as she hadn't the other times. It simply crept upon her, and she was no longer aware of anything else besides her prey. She was the weapon. She was X-23.
Her instinct was to go in quietly but something told her not to. To extend her claws and scratch them loudly along the stone surface as she moved down the cave. Not to cut. Not to dissolve the rock on the sharp edge of her the blades, but simply create fear. Sparks from the act lit up the darkness as she moved through.
Whomever came upon her would know instantly that she was not herself. The sclera of her eye was completely red, pupils narrowed to pin pricks.