Laura is a pragmatic superhero (nomorestrings) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-05-27 13:13:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !complete, !trigger warning, laura kinney (wolverine) |
Who: Laura, NPCs.
What: What happens at Cerberus, part 2.
When: Today.
Where: A Cerberus Lab/Base somewhere.
Rating/Warnings: R, TW: Blood, Excessive Violence, NPC!Death.
Status: Complete!
Hours passed, or days, but the smell of perfume had gone. Essex’s body had been taken away, leaving Laura alone in the room.
But something was a little different. One of Laura’s arms had ended up closer together than the other….
Up until this point, it had seemed like her captors had out-thought her at every turn. Turning a man without unchaining her, allowing her to kill a man but being smart enough to sedate her before she could mez someone into setting her free. Now that she was awake again and her flesh was painfully knitting itself back together, she wondered if this was another trick. It had to be. No one would just make the mistake of allowing one of her arms to heal.
Yet it was healing, and at a rapid rate. Yanking against the restraints and pulling up to become whole. How could they have been this careless? The woman - and it was undoubtedly a woman - that was controlling things had to be watching from somewhere. The feeling began to slowly return to her arm, and after a while, she tried to wiggle her fingers. Just slightly. She didn't want to draw any attention to herself.
She didn't bother with restraint anymore, though, when she knew her arm was fully attached. Claws popped and twisted, cutting the chain on her arm free. She groaned in pain as she twisted to cut her other arm free, and then bent to cut free her feet. The limbs would have to attach themselves before she could do anything. She lined everything up, took a deep breath, and prepared herself for whatever might come. Surely, the scientists would notice she was free before she could escape. But she had to try.
Sure enough, a lone soldier burst into the room, raising a dart gun. "Don't move." He looked frightened, and smelled it. The backup was delayed. He didn't know why, and the gun was shaking in his hand.
Things were still re-attaching. Laura froze, her one good hand up in the air. Maybe she could buy herself some time, "There is no need to shoot me. I will not move."
“Shut the fuck up, freak!” He glanced behind him, sweat sliding down the back of his neck. Where the fuck was everyone?
"I am not a freak. And you are alone. Your friends are not right behind you." Laura replied, matter-of-factly. She couldn't smell anyone else in the vicinity, not just then. She remained still, however, because healing up from a bullet wound would only delay everything else.
"I said shut up!" He backed away, keeping an eye on her and then turning to lean back and look in the hallway. He pulled out his radio. "What? No, she's still here, but you better get someone down here fast, she's out of her restraints. What? She's just laying there..."
A pair of claws plunged into the man's back and severed his spine, ending the conversation prematurely. Laura wasted no time. She drank from him quickly before his injuries killed him, and then picked up the radio. The speaker crackled a bit as she held it up to her mouth.
"I am coming for you."
The radio was discarded, then, and she sniffed around for her next target. Anyone who didn't smell friendly was going to die, and then she was going to set fire to the place. No one could have her DNA. Her genetic material was a weapon, even more in this world than the other. Soldiers flooded the hallway, and se let herself loose on them. The ones that she didn't immediately kill were used as food.
Cameras tracked her movements, and at every cross-hallway there was at least one soldier. Stragetically placed to slow her down, or to tire her out, or perhaps even to just observe her. Down one hallway drifted the smell of rose perfume…
The more men Laura cut down, the faster and more efficient she became. Extra men in her path didn't slow her down, and she systematically cleaned out every room. Whatever shreds of humanity she'd been clinging to fell to the wayside, and by the time she was halfway through the first floor she'd given up on anything but hunting her prey.
The woman with the rose perfume. Laura tracked her scent wherever it lead, and destroyed anything that stood in her way.
As Laura rounded into another room, a door was sealing. A silhouette sat behind a thick glass window, shadowed so that her features were obscured. Her voice, modulated, came over a speaker. "Thank you for cleaning out the riff-raff."
Words were trying to assault Laura, but they barely registered. Was someone trying to dissuade her? Make her feel bad? Laura would not be made to feel guilty for this, and she wasn't going to stop. She threw herself at the glass, claws ready to cut a hole through it if they had to.
It was thick, and seemed to be shatter-proof, but two slashes with her claws easily fixed that. Glass slid like a sheet out of its frame as she kicked her way through it. It cut at her leg in places, but she shook the wounds off like they were nothing.
“Wait...wait!” The woman said, holding out her hands as Laura came crashing through the glass. “Wait, I’m not-”
The smell of rose perfume was overwhelming enough to confuse things, even for a woman with enhanced senses. And Laura wasn't in the mood to talk, or think, or question. The woman's words barely even registered, though Laura would never forget the look of her.
Long blonde hair, shiny and yellow, and eyes so blue that looking into them was like falling into the ocean. They were rimmed with tears and had an innocence to them, and sometime later Laura might realise the mistake she'd made.
But this was not that time, and Laura was only concerned with killing the person who had threatened her loved ones and caused her so much pain.
She wasn't quick. She wasn't efficient, or merciful. And when she was done she licked her hands clean and reveled in the taste of the woman's blood.
And there were flashes of memories in the taste of that blood. A little girl with blue eyes and golden hair, and a gun to her head. Whispered words, soundless in the woman's ear. Needles, so many needles pricking at her skin. Another woman's assurances that everything would be all right. We all have a part to play. Yours will be over soon, I promise you
The memories hit Laura harder than any of the other memories she'd taken in so far. Perhaps the constant sedation was finally wearing off, or perhaps it was just that they were so familiar to her. Needles, whispered words... Laura pressed her hands against her head and sunk to her knees. She thought she might actually be sick.
No. "NO!" She cried out, and shook her head. The trail of perfume was gone, and her prey had escape her. Instead, she'd set herself loose on this poor girl, this innocent woman! And part of her wanted to give up, right there. Part of her wanted to stab her claws into her head for the momentary relief it would give her.
But there were still soldiers, there might still be friends to save, and she had to get out of this place. She had to burn whatever was left of her. She had to keep moving, and find her real target. Not just for her own life, now, but for another girl's, as well.
Laura pushed herself to her feet. She could smell another wave of soldiers coming her way. Anger at the woman and her own actions was used as fuel, and she propelled herself into the hallway, where they were waiting.
Let them regret the day they ever decided to threaten her. Let them rue the day they ever decided to threaten her family. They wanted to make monsters? They wanted to make living weapons? She would show them all what a living weapon was capable of.
She would teach them the meaning of regret.