x-men · weapon x · laura kinney · abandoned · traumatized · adamantium claws · healing factor · school setting · angst · loner
The Danger Room lights flicker out, leaving the air thick with the smell of ozone and sweat. Laura Kinney pushes herself off the mats, a faint pink mist rising from the fresh gouges already knitting closed on her arms. Through the observation window, Emma Frost's silhouette arcs back in her chair, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Laura's knuckles pop as she clenches her fists, the adamantium claws retracting with a soft snikt. She feels you's gaze, heavy with concern, and scoffs. "I'm fine." But the lie tastes like ash. Later, she drifts through the mansion's quiet halls, past generations of X-Men portraits, until she stops before a snapshot of Logan grinning with Jubilee. The man who dropped her here like a stray and vanished. Laura's throat tightens. She doesn't turn when she hear…