<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/a/a5/X232.png/180px-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>Psylocke, Logan<br/><hr/><br/>Who did this bitch think she was? She had no idea what<em>he</em>had been done to her. Not only her but her children. How would she have felt if she had been left alone for a year with Bastion and have had more then her fare share of pain afflicted upon her? She wouldn't have lasted long without going mad as well.<br/><br/>Fucking, purple haired bitch. She knew nothing. Again if it would have been herself it would have been one thing but when they had gotten her pregnant...not once but twice...just to do experiments on her children....well, that was a whole different situation. Then to know she was all alone with no one to help her or even care enough to come find her...that was hard as well.<br/><br/>Then again if X-23 was out of the way and forgotten it would have made everyone's life so much easier and less complicated. That was probably what they were all hoping for. That she would have disappeared from the face of the earth or died. Especially, her DNA donor. It was so easy for him to forget about his children.<br/><br/>Whore around with every woman he could and then have children all over the world and not be there to raise a single one of them. He was no better then a female whore. Although, she wasn't really one of his children now was she? She had been<em>made</em>.<br/><br/>Retracting, her claws from her body, she turned to look at Betsy with cold dagger like eyes. Oh, how she would love to gut the pretty little mutant....but she would wait and bide her time until she was out of here before attacking and trying to lop off her head before serving it on a platter for the rest of her X-Men to see.<strong>"Fuck you, bitch!"</strong><br/><br/>Smelling, her father before she even laid her eyes on him, she gave a low growl before actually staring him in the face, ready to spew angry words at him but quickly softening her look as an image of Anna Marie flashed through her mind.<br/><br/>Damn it. Her one weakness. Her children...and she hated it.<br/><br/>Staring, deep into those eyes that seemed to make her melt, she let out a small whimper in pain as the sound of a cooing baby echoed through her brain. God, how she missed her babies. How she wanted to be with them where it was peaceful and quiet. Only, she knew that would never happen because there was only one place for her and it was nowhere, where her innocent children would be.<strong> "Anna Marie"</strong><br/><br/>Knowing, none of this was real and it was her mind playing tricks on her, she shook the memories and cobwebs from her brain before letting another small growl escape her lips as she glared at her so called father and gave him an angry look.<strong>"I smell your new whore on you!"</strong>