<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/a/a5/X232.png/432px-X232.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>X-23<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Padded Room/School<br/><strong>Outfit:</strong>White Night shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Logan, Psylock<br/><hr/><br/><br/>It had been a week since everyone was back at the mansion and it had been a week since the X-Men had brought back one of their own. One that they had lost over a year ago and one that they probably never expected to see again. At least not in the way that they had.<br/><br/>Bastion had captured her. Done unspeakable things to her. Things that should never be done to anyone...but was...and now her "new" room back at the mansion...until she could get herself under control, was a nice padded room, where she could take out her anger without killing everyone in the school. It was for everyone's protection...even her own...or so that is what<em>they </em>said. Although, she wasn't to sure if she should trust any of them since they could be like Bastion, feeding her lie after lie, only to get what they wanted.<br/><br/>In either case, once she could learn to be a good girl again she was promised a "normal" room of her own. One that she could decorate the way she wanted while living at the mansion with her "family". Something, she wasn't to sure she wanted since her so called "family" was nowhere around when Bastion had tortured her for a year. Still,<em>they</em>had promised her, she could live there while trying to make a new life for herself. Something she would be doing all over again for what to her seemed the hundredth time.<br/><br/>Ignoring the television that had some sort of stupid soap opera on, Laura stared out the small slit of the window as she snuggled under her sheets as she replayed everything, over and over again in her mind. For a year her life had been nothing but a living hell and if it had been just herself she could have dealt with it in her own time but since it included two small children...well, that was a hard pill to swallow.<br/><br/>What was worse is that she had gotten to actually hold one of those babies. She was a female version of her father. The dark hair....bright blue eyes that would look into hers with love and wonderment. The temper that she had when she was hungry or wet and needed to be changed. Her little Anna Marie. The one that might have had a chance to live if her so called "family" would have been able to save if they had cared or even been there. The one she could have saved if she wouldn't have been to damn weak to do so.<br/><br/>God, how she wished she could have died with them....<br/><br/>With a small tear trailing down her cheek, Laura's claws began to extend as images of her child....children began trampling through her head like a stampede of elephants. Unable to stand the images, smells, and memories any longer she shoved her claws through both sides of her stomach while letting out a horrific, painful, and sickening howl that echoed throughout the room, wanting nothing more then to everything just disappear.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/Padded_Cell2.jpg)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Padded_Cell1.jpg)</div></div>