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Frankie Discombe ☠ Wolverine (fuckinunicorns) wrote in thereincarnates,

Whatever was effecting the girl didn’t seem to be quite the same as the trigger scent. For a start, if it had been, it wouldn’t have worn off to a stage that she’d have any control over her actions right now. From what Frankie knew about it, the scent completely bypassed all higher reasoning, she wouldn’t have been able to talk at all. Which meant something else was definitely in play...whatever that was she couldn’t determine it right now, there wasn't time for theories. It was probably something to figure out when they weren’t surrounded by people, a considerable number of whom now had phones out, filming the encounter. It really fucking annoyed her when people were so blindly stupid, there was a little voice inside that wonder what the point in helping them was if they were going to act like sheep. It was quickly quashed, because of course, she knew exactly what the point was. You protected those that weren’t able to protect themselves. Decades ago, the little girl that Francessca Discombe had been before she was even given the name had desperately wished for someone like that to protect her.

When Frankie analysed the situation later she would think it was obvious that it was never going to end well. Even if this wasn’t the scent making the girl physically incapable of control, it was enough that she struggled to speak, something was battling in her mind for control. In the moment that the girl ran straight at her Frankie was surprised, thinking that they had made some progress. The surprise only lasted a moment, barely long enough for this wild animal to cross any sort of distance. At least she had managed to keep this ‘Laura's attention. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Frankie sighed, aggrieved.

Adjusting her stance so that she had crouched slightly, leaning on her back leg, Frankie let the girl take a run at her. Just before they collided she launched herself, one step, two and then she was airbourne for less than a second. Long enough only to get some height over the girl. As she sailed through the air, her claws withdrew back into her forearms, and she hit ‘Laura’ at chest height, wrapping her arms around her neck, legs around her waist, allowing the momentum to swing her around to her back, even with claws punching into the soft flesh of her stomach. All that was just background noise as she locked her arms into a choke hold as they both fell back to the ground. It didn’t matter now that there were razor sharp claws trying to turn her arms into ribbons, they could remove all the flesh and Frankie wouldn’t care. She cared slightly more about those arms in proximity to her head, and dodged to worst of those attacks. She needed a claw through the eye socket like she needed tax returns. What she did need was for the girl to be taken out now so she pulled the triangle of her arms tighter until the flailing arms and legs stopped moving about so wildly, kept it there until they dropped away completely and then waited a few more seconds.

Once she was sure ‘Laura’ was unconscious, she released her arms, a mess of torn and bloodied flesh and for good measure smashed the girl’s head into the ground a couple of times. It would give her something more akin to a concussion and hopefully enough time for whatever was affecting her to wear off. Concussions could be dealt with. Easily for X-23. Slowly she dragged herself to her feet, wiping blood from herself where skin had already grown back, then reached down to pick up ‘Laura’. As she stood with the limp form in her arms and looked around at the watching crowd she growled.

“The fuck you all staring at?” Frankie yelled. “You never seen a fight before?” She moved back to where she'd dropped her bag, people moving before her, parting like the Red Sea. Using her foot she kicked it upright then crouched to get something. Above her the Blackbird shimmered out of stealth mode as a hatch opened, a rope ladder descended. Slinging her bag over one shoulder and adjusted her grip on the body she was holding, swinging that over her other shoulder she climbed up. She hadn't gotten anything done that she wanted to, but this was now far more important. They needed to go back home.