It's been about three weeks since they left and I haven't left my spot. I've been trained, punished, ordered, and left to die. I know I should leave because their never coming back, but they've trained me too well. Disobey an order and get punished...servelley. Last punishment, I woke up three days later. They say I'm an animal. A tool of war. A weapon. They put me on missions to kill people.
My name is Laura Howlett. I'm sixteen with no friends, family, or life. I was created to be a weapon, but I failed to do that. My Mother was killed by my hand. They ordered me to or they'd kill her slowly. I couldn't let them hurt her, so I put a claw through her heart. As she took her last breath, she smiled at me and moved some of my black hair out of my green eyes. They burned her body and made me watch. I stood there in silents, trying not to cry. Stryker was in charge of the operation for my father's operation but not for mine. They laced my skeleton and eight inch claw with adamatium. I have three claws in each hand like my father. His name is Logan Howlett. After he had the operation, he broke out and is now in New York. I have his black hair and powers but Mother's green eyes, tallish and skinny figure, and her love.
I hear a little girl scream not to far from me. "No! Please, Father!" She begged.
"You pathedic little brat!" He yelled and I heard a slap. I start running in their direction and see a man slapping a little girl. He was big, bold, and had a lot of muscle. The girl looked around four or five. She had blond hair, white skin, except were the bruises where, small, and very skinny. I ran over and punched they guy. He went down and didn't get up. I knelt next to the girl and looked at her bruises.
"Are you alright?" I asked but she was crying to hard to answer. She stood up and hugged me. I rubbed her back and whispered soothing word into her ear. As she cried, I picked her up and started walking away. When she stopped crying, she looked around then at me. The left side of her face was swollen and black and blue.
"Where are you taking me?" She asked and I looked into her eyes.
"Somewhere no one will hurt you again." I said, she nodded and rested her head on my shoulder.
"My name's Malisa Stryker." She said. "What's your's?"
"Laura." I said.
"Laura what?"
"Laura Howlett." I said and she smiled at me. Stryker? I thought to myself. The guy must of been his brother, cause he didn't look anything like the picture. Malisa wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face into my neck.
"Thank you for making Daddy stop." She said and I nodded. I walked until we made it to a small town. I went into the grocrey store and asked to use the phone. I called the only person I knew that would keep us safe. Father. I dial the number Mother had me memorize and listened to it ring. After three rings, some one picked it up.
"Hello?" A man's voice came through the phone but not Father's.
"I'm looking for Logan Howlett." I said.
"He left about an hour ago. Would you like to leave a message?" He asked.
"Have him call me back." I said.
"And you are?"
"You should aready know, Professor." I heard some papers being moved around.
"Yes, but I think it's rude to read someone's mind without permission." The Professor said and I nodded.
"Could you please have him call me back?" I asked.
"Yes, but you don't have a phone with you." I sighed.
"Then could you pick us up?" I asked.
"Tell me where you are and I'll have Jean and Scott get you." I told him. "Thank you."
