Who: Laura and Logan What: meeting When: now Warnings: Violence and teenage angst
Laura moved through the wilderness of Everett with silent precision. She was a tiny package full of power, and she had been trained to move in silence. To strike without warning, and to always be on guard. Tracking Weapon X had been her obsession ever since the facility triggered her to kill the only person who gave a damn about her. The only person who called her a name rather than a number. Any humanity found in X-23 was due to the woman who named her Laura. That didn't mean it stood out. Especially when the world had gone to zombies and destruction.
Humans were having a hard time surviving. Some mutants weren't doing such a great job either. Laura helped occasionally, but it was usually to remove the threats to those who struggled to survive. The Zombies were a nuisance to her, but it helped to kill them. Mostly to release the built up rage. She had plenty of rage.
When she allowed herself to sleep, she saw the blood on her hands, the tears that she allowed to slip as she called for her mother to wake up. She would not wake up. Nothing that X-23 put down got back up. She was not trained to make mistakes. Sleep was rarely needed, so she kept moving. Moving allowed her not to think about the things she had done while in captivity and while out. Killing allowed her to control the rage that consumed her from within. Looking for Weapon X gave her a purpose in a world full of chaos.
Then she found him. On a net that shouldn't exist. In American, not Canada. He was here. He was confused. Welcome to the club, Weapon X. He wanted answers? So did she. Then she wanted to kill him.
As she crept from tree branch to tree branch, quiet as the wind, she followed his cent until she found him. He was on guard. Weapon X was looking for her too.
Of course he was.
Your fault.
It's all she said as she suddenly dropped from a tree and fell on to his back, using the element of surprise to throw them both to the ground. She rolled when she landed, staying in a crouch, her lips curled up in a feral way. "Weapon X."