X-Men Season 2 (Male Insert)

The Search #4

X-Men: X-23, Wolverine, Cyclops, Storm, Rouge, Gambit

Tag, Sage

X-Force: Domino
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Laura recalls what her father used to tell her. Right after they had welcomed her to the Mansion.

Logan: Listen to my voice. Listen, Laura. Love your target. That's what the Apache say. Love, so you make the best shot. The best shot is where death is instant. Because it's not about the killing, darling. It's about saving lives.

So, Laura pulled the trigger.

The cork hit the teddy bear that she was aiming for and she smiled a bit. Logan smiled, impressed that she listened to him.

Logan: Look at that. I was expecting a bit more, though.

Laura held the gun and shrugged.

Laura: You told me to aim at what I want.

So, the carnie gave her her prize and the duo walked among the fair. She had never seen anything like it up to that point. And she definitely never had anyone to go with her.

But now she was here, with the man she was cloned from.

Logan: So, what's next?

Laura: I have heard that Rollercoasters make people scream and vomit. I want to try it.

Logan smiled.

Logan: I was hoping you'd say that.

That was the same night that he told her that he was going to adopt her. It was the first time she had felt happiness like that.

But now, she was in a burning hall with the bodies of mutants who had no home. All of them, dead. Burning. And she had no idea why.

She raced through the flames and smoke to try and find anyone still alive. But she had no luck.

But, she heard something. She looked around and spotted Mike on the ground. He was still alive. Barely, but he was.

She quickly tried to reach him, but the flames had began to change. She stopped when a whirlwind of fire was created in front of her.

From it came you. But, the twisted version of you that she had been seeing in her dreams.

The evil you.

Y/N: Sweet Laura. Mortal mirror of my heart.

Laura stepped back in fear.

Laura: No. Am...am I dreaming again?

Y/N: It's all a dream. From birth to death. Dreams are no more than a metamorphosis from life to eternity.

Laura tried to get around you, but you spouted your wings. But they were angelic, they were more reminiscent of a bat.

Y/N: And you, my dear, are about to be reborn.

Laura: Get out of my way!

Y/N: So you can save that rag of human skin? He's worthless. You know that deep down. You feel nothing for him when you look at him. No mercy. No compassion. If you save him, it will be like a dig saving a human. It's trained to do so.

Laura popped out her claws and charged towards the twisted version of you.

Y/N: But that is not who you are.

You suddenly grabbed her head as the flames began to approch her mouth. She cried out.

Y/N: You're a pure heart. Pure, in death. The perfect killer.