The Wolf…
"You don't know anything about me, you don't know anything at all. I chose to follow that man last night because it was my way of atoning. To atone for all the people that I killed and to atone for all the wrongs I had committed while following those people. It was my punishment and you had no right to try and keep me from it, to stop me from atoning for my wrongs. I followed those people and their every order without question, doing whatever they wanted and killing men, women and children just because they wanted me to. I had done so much bad and evil when my mother wanted me to be better than that and in the end her punishment for loving a monster like me was the very child she loved ripping her apart and tearing out her insides, following that man I knew I wouldn't be treated well and that was the point since it was meant to be my punishment for all my wrong doings and not living up to what my mother wanted for me and even killing her because those people made me, this was so I can atone for my sins and you took that away from me." The entire time she spoke it was with a calm, level voice and straight face that showed none of the anger and anguish that lay behind her mask and in her words but even so I could see her hands clenched around the knife and fork she was using to eat the breakfast Earl had made her, and I could see them visibly warp in her fist she was holding them so tight and I could understand why but now Earl is going to complain and we will have to buy a new cutlery set since this one is ruined now.
Listening to her story I understand and remember a little more about her now and I think I recall her being made by the same people who gave Wolverine his Adamantium skeleton and they had a clone made and Laura's mother was the surrogate for the clone but she gained feelings for Laura and tried to help her and rescue her as Laura was being groomed to be the ultimate assassin, but the guy in charge found out or something and they had conditioned Laura to go berserk whenever she smelt a certain substance (which was hard not to do because of her enhanced senses which included enhanced smell, more enhanced than any of her other senses I'd say) and they made Laura rip apart her own mother and kill her but I don't know much more than that but I don't need to know much more because I already know exactly what to think off of the information I have right now. "Okay, so let me get this straight. You were being groomed as an assassin or something and was killing anyone and everyone they told you to even forcing you to go as far as killing your own mother and you had to follow their orders and kill your mother who thought you could be more than this shady organisation wanted you to be which was just a tool, but you somehow get away from these people and the first thing you do is start following the orders of the next bad guy that comes along saying that you want to atone and make up for your wrongs when you would in reality be working as a prostitute for a pimp who would be making money off of your actions and then use said money for other activities such as guns, drugs and any other illicit activities he was involved in and probably using your earnings to help him force other girls into being his hookers and helping him to hurt countless other people with his actions. That is just stupid, you were essentially acting as a tool and your last owner had lost you and so you just looked for another owner to use you again. That is not atonement but you going back to doing what you are used to doing and you are kidding yourself if you think otherwise, real atonement would be making up for the things you have done by doing good to make up for the bad and maybe even try to help out the families of the victims you killed but instead you decided to atone by helping another bad person. Your mother wanted you to be more than what that shady organisation wanted you to be but clearly, she was a fool, you are just a tool that is looking for a new owner an-"
I was about to finish my sentence and say that she I just a tool looking for a new owner and now she is trying to latch on to me and be my tool but clearly I had gotten too caught up in the moment and forgot about where I am and I couldn't finish my sentence because I had clearly just crossed a line by insinuating that her mother was a fool as she immediately leapt across the kitchen dining table for me throwing plates and utensils clattering to the floor smashing them in the process and I was so caught up in my speech that I let my guard down and I was unable to react in time as one moment everything was fine and the next my spider sense was blaring so loud that it sounded like a shotgun went off directly in my brain and I was unable to react as she leapt at me and took me clean to the floor taking the chair along with me so that I was still against the chair as a lay on the ground with her sitting on my midsection and she was so enraged by my words that she didn't even waste time trying to unleash her claws from inside her wrists and instead plunged the deformed fork she was holding directly towards my eye and I tried to react and block but even though I could see the three points of the fork slowly appearing bigger and bigger in my eyes my arms had barely begun to move and at this moment I knew I had fucked up and I should've just shut my mouth but there is no medicine for regret so all I could do was watch as the miniature trident slowly encroached upon my head all the while regretting everything I've ever done and everything I've not done but I knew this was the end for me and what an end it was getting done in by a relatively small character on my own kitchen floor, the doorbell for my front door rings through the air and the spires of death stop their descent just above my eyes staring me directly in the retinas and wait to see what is going to happen but nothing does and then the doorbell rings again along with a couple of knocks on the door and I risk it by moving my head slightly so that I can look past the fork of doom and up at my attacker who is just glaring down at the fork in her hand and seems to have forgotten all about my existence which is good for me but then the doorbell rings again and the door starts to knock continuously making me worry that whoever is at the door isn't going to leave and so I decide I can't stay here forever and so I try my luck since my situation can't really get any worse can it? "They'll be wondering where I am, it will look suspicious if I don't answer the door so... I'll just go get that, shall I?"
I wait for a reply but I don't get one and so I use a finger to push the fork away from my face and then lean up on my forearms and still she doesn't do anything but at this point I'm quite stuck since I'm still laying against the ground but I'm still in the chair with my legs running along the chairs legs and she's still atop my midsection so it is literally impossible for me to get up right now with her on me and so I do the only thing I can which is to use my super agile powers to pull my legs in and then push them against the seat of the chair effectively pushing the chair away from me while I stay in place by sticking to the kitchen floor using my sticky fingers and so I awkwardly push the chair away from me and under the kitchen table while trying to make as little movement as possible and not touch Laura who is on top of me in case she freaks out and attacks me again though if that is the case I would be prepared this time, finally I start to wiggle my way backwards and also using my wing span and flexibility I reach back and attach my fingers to the floor behind me and then using my sticking power I pull myself backwards and finally I am out from underneath Laura who is still kneeling there in a daze glaring down at the fork in her hand which she was just about to use to murder me but I don't have time to contemplate about that as the door bell has been ringing nonstop and the knocking has gotten louder and louder so I quickly rush out of the kitchen into the hallway making sure to close the doorway behind me so that no one can see Laura kneeling in there like a psycho with a fork in her hand and I rush towards the front door which I pull opens allowing a fist that was just pounding hard on the door to miss the now open door and smack me directly in the face throwing my head back a bit and I suppose that my spider sense didn't warn me because that wasn't an attack but an accident as my assailant's fist was meant to knock on a door and not my face. "Oh shit, I'm sorry. Are you okay? I don't need to call a doctor or an ambulance, do I?"
I heard a feminine voice call out in response to my getting hit in the face and when I looked back at the person who was knocking on my front door I was treated to the sight of a beautiful women who looked like she came right out of the 1930's since she was dressed in a green blazer covering her purple sweater which had a big brown belt wrapped around it on her waist and she wore a green skirt which fell to just below her knees but her most stand out features were the brown beret that she wore atop her head and the blonde hair pouring out of it bringing attention to her attractive face and the bright red lipstick on her lips which were currently wrapped around a cigarette and I found myself momentarily stunned by this unique attractive woman, she stood there with poise and attitude which I found really attractive and it was further exacerbated by the fact that she was smoking a cigarette which for some reason made her look really hot in my eyes but I'm broken out of my stupor when she questions if she needs to call an ambulance because I was just stood there staring at her like an idiot after her accidently punching me in the face. "Ah no, I'm fine thank you. Just a bit dazed but that doesn't matter, I was just surprised that such a beautiful woman was knocking on my front door. Sorry, I didn't even introduce myself; I am Nicholas James but you can call me Nick. What's your name, and why is such a lovely lady knocking on my door?"
Finding myself insanely attracted to this woman I start to flirt with her using some of the stuff I picked up while out with johnny and some of the stuff he taught me and I can't help but get happy when it seems like it is working and she smiles (to think I was about to be murdered a few minutes ago, I sure forgot about that fast didn't I), she reaches into her jacket pocket and then pulls something out which she then holds out for me to look at. "Police Detective Jean DeWolff, pleased to meet you 'Nick'. I am here to question you about your whereabouts yesterday night, specifically around midnight..."
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