[Laura is after a street kid who had accidentally splattered with the trigger scent — a boy who is definitely out past his curfew, rebellious prankster that he is. He runs and runs and runs, gasping for breath as his endurance runs low. Behind him, a wartorn Laura is on his trail; she's covered in dry blood, some hers, some others, and her clawed fist is pulled back and ready to kill.
"Please, leave me alone! I don't know what I did! What'd I do?!"
She doesn't care; she's hardly Laura right now. She's X-23-23, made specifically for this job.
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"Please, leave me alone! I don't know what I did! What'd I do?!"
She doesn't care; she's hardly Laura right now. She's X-23-23, made specifically for this job.
It's the only thing that matters.]