Youth Is A Deadly Thing((OPEN))

[X-23]

The fiqure walked toward her marked targets, sniffing around, checking, then moving again. Her marked targets where ahead of her on the left. She moved toward her targets, a group of men, dealing naotics behind the bar. She casually strowed in, a few of then rasing thier guns, the 5th loking at her, then chuckling.
" Put down your guns boys."
He then turned to look at her again.
" Well well, if it isn't X-23. Whats it for you today, sweetheart?"
HE asked, raising his hand to stroke her cheeck.
" Hm, not quite, Chavez."
"oh, realley? then wh-"
His sentence was cut off by claws entering his stomach. She spun, holding the corpse up to block the bullets, then dropped it, spring in the air, flipping over two of the men, literally divinding them in half. She spun again, clawed foot taking out the fourth, and took out the last with a direct hit to the brain. She then drew her claws in, the alley ppainted in blood. She held her hands up, looking at the blood drenching them, then turned, starting to walk out of the alley, She wasn't too concered that the people in the bar noticing. Hell, half of them where too occuppied with drowning thier own misery to notice. She was walking away, when a noise caught her attention...

[Shadowcat]

SHadowcat

"Beating to a pulp and killing are two different things, Laura." come's the warning voice of the bartender, Kitty Pryde. Having no intention of keeping huddled away all cult-like on the Xavier compund, she ahd pulled a few stings with Dylan, her old boss at the Belles of Hell in Chicago and now she was swinging drinks part-time irronicly right across the street from the old Hellfire Club. But now Logan's clone/daughter was causing troubble out in the ally. "Your father knows this, and you should take it to heart aswell or you're no better than the likes of Sabertooth."

[X-23]

Laura looked at Kitty, not too happy bout' her telling her what's wrong and right. After all, she amused that everyone needed to mind thier own business.
" Hmm, and who gives ya the right of tellin' me how I'll turn out like?"
SHe simply stated, matching her feral gaze to Kitty's. She moved her weight slightly to her other foot, crossing her arms over one another.
" And, ya' judge right away, like so many people, there. Maybe ya' should look at your own flaws first.."
Shw slightly challenged. SHe was being defensive, yes, as was her nature.

[Shadowcat]

Shadowcat

She's getting deffencive... and nonviolantly so dispite her weapon of war upbringing. She knows she's wrong... at least at some level she understands this. It's a start. "We all have flaws, Laura. Me, you, those punks you slaughtered. I'm a close friend of your father's. I'd like to be one of yours, if you'll let me. Emma Frost sees you as nothing but a dangerous weapon. I say she's wrong. Are you going to let her judge you? Put you in a box and discard you like that? Or are you strong enough to take a stand and proove her wrong?"

[X-23]

She sighed. God, Kitty was presentent.
" You think I care what Emma thinks of me? I have a heart mind, and soul, and she knows that I'm more. Yes, I was trained like a weapon. But, I amount to more then that."
She shifted her weight again, her piercing gaze of Kitty.
" And I don't make friends. They either betray you, or they die. What's the point of it?"

[Shadowcat]

"You say you amount to more than a weapon, but still you slaughter at the slightest provocation. Real threat or two-bit hoods. Why?"
"Yes, friends betray at times, We're all flawed, like you said. Friends push past those flaws in their preception and help others to move past them. And death? Do your research, Laura." Kitty smiles. "We don't tend to stay that way." Kitty's smile fades a bit recalling two glaring excpetions to that rule. Poor Doug and Illyana.

[Shadowcat]

Shadowcat

Laura just stood there siantly. A silance not matched by the crowd in the bar over some news broadcast interupting the game. "Look, Laura, just think about it, OK ? I gotta step in, see what's up."

Kitty enters the bar whaich had fallen silant in horror and disbelief at the scene replaying on the telivision. The reality TV superhero group, the New Warriors, had bitten off more than they could chew, and hundreds ahd paid the price. "Oh my God."

[X-23]

Laura silently followed Kitty into the bar, her curiousity tempeted. She leaned against the door frame, giving a few of the drunken idiots her cold stare. Shee then let her gaze shift to the broad cast, a look of no concern on her face.
" It was boud ta' happen."
She simply stated, her gaze drifting from the TV screen to Kitty.

[Shadowcat]

Laura's remark... so cold. So cruel. So brutal...y honest. Kitty's expression went from shock, to anger, to relentment. "Hey, T, cover for me. I've got something I've got to do." Kitty calls out to a fellow bartender as she yanks off her appron.
"I'm going to see what I can do to help. You comming?" Kitty offers to X-23.

[Shadowcat]

Kitty gets her berrings and (assuming she's comming with) takes X-23 in her sports car flying down the highway back to the Xavier mansion where they board the preped blackbird with any other atending X-men bound for Stamford.
Exit Shadowcat to Stamford