Lioness [Wolverine X OC/Reader]

[ Prologue ]

"Erase her memory." A worker ordered, staring down at the screaming woman from above, watching as she struggled against the bars that held her in exactly the same place. His gaze moved to a screen nearby of her forearms, twitching as her claws slowly began to push past the adamantium bones in her hand.

Her struggling only got more violent as her claws popped out between her knuckles.

"I think she heard you." Someone else said, watching in horror as her claws cut right through the restraints. Emerging from the water with a blood-curtailing scream, butt ass naked. The drills snapped from her muscular back as she stood, her claws scraping against each other.

Someone's first idiotic thought was to fire at her. The bullet merely bounced right off her adamantium skull, the skin healing back in mere seconds.

"LOCKDOWN!"

She hopped out of the water as bullets hit her left and right, only to get pushed out of her body or to ricochet right off. She swiped her claws at anyone she could, going on a complete, murderous rampage throughout the establishment before taking her leave out of a random door nearby.

Her claws penetrated the concrete walls with ease, slicing through it and creating an exit for herself. She stumbled out into the wilderness, the grass decently rough on her feet. The soft breeze whispered through the trees, her eyes wandering the forest around her.

She looked down hesitantly, breaths heavy as she stared at her new metal claws. Only for a moment though, as she continued running through the forest completely bare.

Her heaving was no doubt loud, as she could feel her breaths whisp through her eardrums. The sensation bothered her as it always had when she breathed to hard. But she was too focused on running away, escaping. Her claws were still out and flailing around, cutting her legs every now and then with the movement of her arms.

She doesn't even think she remembers how to pull them back in her body, it hurt to bad to even think about flexing her fingers.

-

"You alright there?" A voice sounded from right next to her, catching her attention. She didn't look over to the source however, as her eyes glued intensely to the sandstone floors below. "Tallulah?"

She looked up with a small grunt to lock eyes with Remy, a clear frown of irritation and some confusion on her face. "What." She growled out lowly, lightly quirking a brow at him.

"Are you alright?" He repeated, leaning forward a little, cocking his head to get a better look at her scowl. "You've been distant all day."

Before she could even respond with her smart attitude, her nose picked up a separate scent entering the room, her scowl softening only softly as her eyes stared pointedly at Blade.

"When is she not?" He asked, wandering across the room to the weapons area. Tallulah narrowed her eyes lightly, curious as to why he needed a mace. Remy nodded in agreement, looking away as he fiddled with the cards in his hands. "True." He said lightly, getting up from the bench next to the grumpy woman.

Tallulah didn't bother asking what Blade was doing with a mace, her silvery gaze moving to stare at the pool of water in front of her. She hated water, but loved to be clean. She hated the two sides of her brain that argued with each other all the time.

Water. The main liquid that makes other liquids. As she thinks back on it, there was no way that clear green liquid was water. She inhales sharply as her body tingles with the past memories of pain. She stood curtly, brushing off her sports bra. Her muscles flexed uncomfortably against her skin, her eyes moving to Blade and the mace he was sharpening.