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Laura snarled as she came to in her chains and she strained against them. Red eyes darted across the room. She could smell him and she wanted free to get at him. The chains were heavy but she could contort her body. A dislocated shoulder would not be a disadvantage.

"I will kill you."

'I can smell their reactions when they hear I cut. Shock, revolution, fear, worry, anger. I do not understand. It helps me to feel. I am frustrated that I can't feel more for what I have done. I know I should. But I cannot cry. I just feel hollow'

Laura drew her legs up against her chest while she sat under the oak tree. She looked at her wrists. There were marks again, they left no impression like the many faceless people she had killed. Her fingers bunched up into fists and she rested her head on her knees.

'I cannot do this. I do not know how to ask for help.' She looked to where crowds of people were standing and laughing and chatting. 'How do I go forwards when I still have blank holes from my past'

[The team parted at the entrance. Wolverine gave his reports to Cyclops alone. It suited X23 fine. She sniffed the air for Julian's sent and began to trace it to it's origin. He would call her Laura and she would feel less like a monster. The clothes with the bloodstains would go to the wash and she would start anew again.

She opened Julian's bedroom and walked in] I am back.