WARNING: Police Brutality, Trauma/PTSD, Self-Loathing, Attempted Kidnapping, Mild Violence and Injury
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A/N: This is a Reader-Insert fanfic, so I'll be using a few abbreviations. Here's a key:
Y/N = Your Name
Avatar = Your codename
Other Notes: Reader is she/her and I pretty much write out Kurt's accent, replacing w's with v's and th's with z's. If it turns out it's too hard for people to read that way, I'll change it.
Enjoy! :)
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'Wolverine.'
The large man growls, his mind stuck on one track.
'Wolverine.'
Ever since they last fought, he hasn't been able to find him. His foe is covering his tracks.
'Wolverine.'
That won't stop him, though. His prey is somewhere in this town. He knows it. And from the right vantage point...
The chain link fence with a 'No Admittance' sign is torn apart quickly. He stalks through it, toward the old water tower. A clawed hand grasps the first rung of the ladder, and the predator begins his ascent.
'Wolverine.'
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A bell rings, signaling the conclusion of a class period at Bayville High. As most kids stand up and depart with excitement, one student remains seated at his desk, gazing in dismay at his graded report.
"D?" Evan Daniels sighs, rubbing his forehead. "Man, Auntie's gonna ground me for the rest of my life!" He scratches at his skin absent-mindedly, a habit developed from his bones being constantly ready to jump out of his skin.
"Mr. Daniels?" He looks up at his teacher calling him from the front desk. "Could we talk for a moment, please?"
Evan reluctantly stands up and trudges forward, practically dragging his sneakers across the floor to avoid the confrontation. "...Yes?"
"Admittedly, I asked for a report on the Star Wars Program." His social studies teacher, Mr. Vandermeer says as he erases today's lesson from the chalkboard. "However, I wasn't talking about the movie."
"But, I like movies.." Evan argues. He'd worked really hard on this report, he'd even looked up all this neat behind-the-scenes info!
"Which is fine." Vandermeer reassures, "But I was expecting a report on the National Space Defense System."
"Oh..." Evan looks down at his report, then at the ground. "That makes sense... Hey, is there anything I can do to make this up? Extra credit? Anything?" He looks to his teacher pleadingly, pulling his best kicked puppy impression.
"Well, there is something I thought might work." Evan's hopes soar as the teacher turns to pull something out of his desk drawer. "Despite the mix-up, I was happy to see how much effort you put into the report. So I thought up a project that might suit your interests."
Out of the drawer comes a hi-tech camcorder, and Evan's jaw drops. "Woah!"
"You know, Evan, current events can mean a lot of things. Including things that are important to people your age. They don't have to be huge, they just have to mean a lot to you. How would you like to do a film report on that?" Vandermeer offers the camcorder, and it doesn't take half a second for Evan to snatch it excitedly. "You mean it??"
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