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</div></div><br/><i>You and me. They kept us in cages and they made us into weapons.</i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:afeeee"><i>Yes.</i></span><br/><br/><i>Weapons that are supposed to kill</i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:afeeee"><i>I said I'm sorry.</i></span><br/><br/><i>Will ya let me finish?!</i><br/><br/>Laura tossed to her right side in the irritatingly 'comfortable' cushioning of her bed. The blankets were too cloudy, the pillow was too fluffy, overall it just wasn't right but she dealt with it. She could try to blame discomfort on the softness of a bed but in the end it was just that she was something that wasn't meant to experience comfort. It's surprisingly loud in the mind of a weapon. It is surprisingly vast in a river of blood. His voice trickled through her mind like running water...well more like a leaky faucet. His voice often plagued her and it often soothed her. Tonight it was just a memory that would fade like all things did.<br/><br/><i>Killing is easy I've killed loads of people so have you. You know what's hard? Fighting it. Fighting what THEY programmed us to be. Fighting against all the hate they beat into us. Everything they did to you. Everything they took from you. And you're still not as mean as me. I've taken people away who should still be here. I can't bring 'em back. You had a chance to end someone and you didn't. No shame in that.</i><br/><br/>She sighed audibly and tossed herself to her left side instead, her forearms gathering the fluffy lumps of her pillows beneath her cheek and elevating her head a bit more. She could almost feel a phantom pain in her side but it was just because she remembered what getting shot with a bazooka actually felt like.<br/><br/><i>You may not be as mean as me but you're every bit as stubborn. I'm sorry you weren't cloned from someone with more sense. Hell, I'm sorry for all the bits o' me you were born with.<br/>
</i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:afeeee">"I'm not."</span>she whispered into the night, her fingers clutching at the side of her pillow. At this elevation, she could hear everything. The rampant chaos of clatter in another room. The shattering of glass. Alarms began to blare and a rumble sounded in the young woman's chest as she growled in her irritation. She knew<i>exactly</i>where those bumps in the night were coming from. Duty called she supposed. Laura was in a black tank top and pajama shorts tied with a frayed drawstring. It was an early summer night so it might have been chilly for most to go out in just that, but time was of the essence when it came to this particular hunt.<br/><br/>Laura stalked out of her small suite and down the hall of the staff wing. A few of her comrades had opened their doors looks of concern but upon seeing her stalking down the hallway it was pretty clear they knew exactly what was going on and that she really was the best person to deal with it. Many of them had dealt with this very situation many times be it when she was much younger or even as far back as when Logan first arrived. After she entered the code on one of the alarm boxes to shut the damned blaring thing off, Laura made her way over to the student wing. She'd heard the noises but Jame's room was distant enough that it was faint. Part of her hoped it was all just an accident but she knew better. She knew from experience. Silently, Laura padded down the hallway, her feet bare over the carpet and she opened the door to James room. He wasn't there.<i>Of course.</i>With a sigh, Laura crossed his bedroom to the window that was shattered and she peered out of it. She couldn't see him but the scent of his blood drifted over her and she flinched not expecting it. Her pupils dilated a bit and she quickly gave her head a shake staving off the original overbearing rush of adrenaline. She wasn't going to be of much use to her half-brother if she herself gave into the temptation of the hunt. It was just quicker to track him by taking his path.<i>SNIKT</i><br/><br/>Two claws emerged from each of Laura's knuckles and she backed up a few steps before full-on sprinting toward the shattered window. With her claws she caught some of the roof tiles and she used the momentum to leap to the giant Emma in the courtyard. His scent was stronger here. She peered down at her feet noting a spot of blood, his of course. That was when the shrill cry of a doe in the woods erupted into the night air. She sagged with relief. The clean up wasn't going to be fun, but he'd done okay. That wasn't a person out there with him. She used her claws to drag herself down carefully before dropping down to the grass with a thud. She took off in a run in the direction of the cry and after the tantalizing smell of the release of fresh blood. For a moment her vision faltered and her body pushed her forward, moving her alarmingly fast over the mansion grounds. Laura had a lot more practice quelling those animalistic urges though. She slowed down as she neared James, her eyes running over the scene as a couple of fawn huddled together near the trees. Laura sighed. They didn't stand a chance. She could practically feel the eyes of the nearby predators on them.<br/><br/>Drawing in a careful breath Laura stepped forward and she sank down to kneel beside James placing a very cautious hand on his back, her body ready to spring away if he was still lost to his own instincts. Judging by the tears, Laura did not believe this to be the case.