The shake and tremors were distinct as the young mutant stared wildly at bloody claws. Hands shook causing the ruby rich color to patter wildly upon the grass as he stood over the animal corpse. Body tremored with every deep breath, and all the shock pulled what vestige of James’ humanity to the surface. What had he done?! His thoughts were as wild as his urges. That want to hunt something living and take it’s life.<br/><br/>With deep breath and wide teary eyes he was thankful he hadn’t harmed a person, or worse killed them. That was his deepest fear. To take another person’s life was just something he’d never dreamt of. This caused memories of Sunday School to pull to the surface as the elderly marm, Miss Ricketts, said in ritual, “Thou shall not kill.” Why that had stuck with him when he’d never been the slightest bit religious he didn’t know. Maybe it was his inner pacifist trying to remind him that life was precious.<br/><br/>A life he could never have. Even though mutants were tolerated if not beginning to be accepted in this world, James, knew he’d always be a freak. So the fear and sadness set in as he reminded himself.<br/><br/>But well before the moping could set in and the feral teen let himself collapse another scent and presence had made its way. It was a woman, both familiar and strange… familiar, and when his wide eyes turned to meet hers in his shock he noticed the two claws like his extended out of one hand. Did she want to hurt him? For a moment fight and flight urged James into submission to his killer instinct, yet fighting for clarity he stepped back.<br/><br/>Stumbling towards a tree stump frightened and bloody he grasped onto a bone claw of his right hand. The organic shard dug into his palm but the fearful student pushed past the pain as he began to bend and break away each of his six claws individually. Howling in pain his horror filled the tree tops as he cast his natural weapons aside, knowing all too well they would grow back within the night.<br/><br/><b> “Where am I?! How long?!”</b>He shuddered pressing her back further against the tree not knowing time or space from his aggressive haze.<br/><br/>This fear would be familiar for the clone daughter of Wolverine. Had she not struggled deeply with it all before? The anger and the urge bury her claws deep. For her however it was not much of a choice, not that young James would know. How strange now it must have been to see the blonde hair shadow of her father quivering in fright.<br/><br/>Desperation filled his eyes now as James let his shaking hands fall to his knees tightly pinned to chest. Blue eyes the tint and colors of the ocean were lost in the night, glassy in the volley of emotions.<b>“Please…” </b>He begged knowing no better response in his shock.<br/><br/>Maybe if Logan was still here he’d known what to say and do. But the man they said could never die somehow managed to prove them wrong, just as he always had. Now it was on Laura to bear that torch. And James needed her more than anyone else; after all, she’d already seen what could happen when one brother was left with no guidance but a cruel world.