As we reached the mansion, Weapon X swung me down from his shoulder.
"You and I need to talk, pup." I roll my eyes at his sappiness. The next thing he would ask would be, 'and how does that make you feel?' like a darn therapist!
He stood in front of the wooden door. The wooden door that separated us from warmth inside. Although, if I got away from Weapon X for good I wouldn't mind the cold, I would just keep on moving and adapt to the cold.
But unfortunately that's not what happened.
"I'm not a 'pup', much less your 'pup'" I grumble, he opens the door and gently shoves me in.
"Yeah, yeah, pup." He followed me inside and closed the door.
There waiting was the 'professor' who was just smiling as if nothing had happened.
"Me and my pup are going to have a talk, Chuck so don't try to get me to do something" Weapon X said but never looked at 'Chuck'.
'This guy has a lot of names' I thought about how many names this guy has been called.
There's chuck, Professor, Xavier, Charles, Charles Xavier, Professor X, and probably many more names.
"Come on pup" he basically dragged me up the stairs to his room.
Great.
Who wants to bet I get a 'time out'.
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Wolverine's Daughter
Short StoryI'm sorry about the mistakes that were made, I was probably 11-12 years old when I started to write this... I edited though... But it's still not the best. Anyways! BACK STORY Let me introduce myself, my name is Weapon X-2 but I prefer people to cal...
