I'm here for you (Faith)

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A small scream escaped Kiara's lips. She sat up in bed, one hand on her face. Damn nightmares... At least she had woken up when the window had shattered. And there were no marks in the ceiling. That was definite progress. She wiped off her face and neck with a wet washcloth, then changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She slipped on a pair of socks and sneakers, then headed outside. She flipped off the hall light behind her, knowing she wasn't really supposed to be outside so late. It was past curfew after all.

When she got outside, Kiara headed toward the garden. She looked up into the sky, watching the stars. The fire had left its mark on her, nearly taking her legs as well. She sighed and looked at her hands. Ever since the fire, she had been having a crazy amount of nightmares, all the same thing. She knew she needed to talk to someone about it, but... Who would listen to her? Who would understand? She had been afraid that she would never learn to walk... Only her uncle would understand that.

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It had been a few days since the day Faith got there, passed out, and then confronted her father upon regaining consciousness. She wanted to rush back to the Facility, to rescue X-23, but she knew it would be suicide to just charge in foolishly alone. She knew if there was even the slightest chance of her surviving it with her skin and freedom intact, she would have to have help. But then she wondered briefly way X-23 instructed her to talk to her father, the man was stubborn, hardheaded, and annoying all together. He was nothing like the lady that helped her fight for her freedom, who had spoken to her with softness and kindness. She had felt something shift and break inside of her when they were fighting off the soldiers that were sent after her, like someone actually cared about her besides seeing her as an experiment. And if this what it felt like to have someone care about her, and about them, then at least she had someone she could talk to about the memories that continuously plagued her. X-23 could relate as she had grew up in the same place, and like her escaped, the clone was currently back there in that place and she couldn’t go retrieve her because her father didn’t believe a word she said.

She could care less if she told Logan that she was Santa Clause and he believed her. She didn’t need him or anyone for that matter, she had already made up her mind to go once she knew that X-23 was okay and back out of their hands again. But right now, she was stuck at this school. Using a guest room, and like usual not sleeping. Well, she did managed to get a few winks, but then the nightmares started. She never questioned if they would start, but she always asked herself when they would invade her sleep. This evening was one of the worst, as they contained some of her earliest memories before she understood her place in the world. Before she realized that she didn’t need anyone…

She was small, like three or four, and she was struggling as she was half dragged and half carried down the corridor. She was of course kicking and screaming, doing her best to stop their progress but her efforts were futile. Her mutation had showed itself a few days ago, and the men in white coats looked pleased with a hint of disappointment on their faces. She could hear them clearly mutter that they could use her to test some theories about her and her father’s healing factor, even if she didn’t have his claws. Now she knew they were going to cause her even more pain and harm, and she didn’t want them to hurt her again. Tears streamed down her face, as she fought them when they shoved her into a lab. She was seemingly alone, and she raced to the furthest corner to hide in. she was soon join by a small group of men in white lab coats, and they quickly spotted her before slowly advancing on her like she was some wild, caged animal. She had inadvertently put herself into a corner, and she fought them with her fear rolling off of her when they effortlessly picked her up and set her on the lone steel table that was bolted to the floor. The men restrained her, and then they brought out various instruments before turning to the two way mirror behind them. ”Generals, today we will see just how fast Lycan’s healing ability is from some major wounds. We will break all the bones in her limbs, set them to heal properly, and then time how long it will take.” The head man addressed the people behind the mirror, and then nodded to the others who began to pick up the instruments. The pain soon started, and completed with her screaming.

Faith woke up in her bed, with a soft scream erupting form her. Sweat beaded her forehead, and X-23’s face as she was taken down faded slowly from her mind’s eye. She knew she wasn’t going to be returning to bed and sleep anytime soon, so she instead swung her legs over and off her borrowed bed and sat there briefly with her hands dangling between her knees. She wondered if the nightmares would ever leave her one day, so that perhaps she could at least sleep the entire night through. She really hoped that they would, she truly did so that maybe perhaps she could finally leave her past behind. But she knew deep down that as long as either the Weapon X Project or her still existed, she will always be hunted and on the run. She finally decided that she needed some fresh air so she threw on some clothes, and walked outside.

Faith wondered the grounds aimlessly for an area that would soothe her tattered mind and soul. She thought that she had found it when she stumbled upon the beautiful gardens hidden on the grounds. She wondered around them aimlessly, letting the natural beauty calm her down as well as being outside. She had always felt the freest when she wasn’t in a building, and this was no different. She heard a small faint scream in the distance, one that paled in comparison to her own a few hours ago and wondered who it could be. She really didn’t care, and shrugged that train of thought away as she continued to enjoy the scenery around her. However she knew she soon had company a few minutes later, as she could tell as their scent made it’s way to her nose. She smelt faint fear and doubt, and she had the urge to turn and walk back to the mansion. She was in no mood for company, and decided it would be best if she did just that.

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Thinking
”Speaking…”

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TIME :: A few days after Healed Up
TAG :: Kiara
WORDS :: 992
NOTES :: She isn’t in the right mood for company…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: FAITH!!

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Kiara didn't know that there was another girl there. She just looked up at the sky, trying and failing to suppress these traumatic memories. They came to her in flashes. Doing dishes. The lightning and thunder. The shattered window. Then the flames. She shuddered, and not from the temperature. She closed her eyes and lowered her head. What would she have to do to make the nightmares stop? She had to at least talk to her uncle... With his telepathy, he might even be able to repress the memories until she was ready for them... No... That was just running from her fears. As a little kid, Kiara had learned that running from your fears didn't make them go away. She had to deal with this head on, or she'd never find peace.

She turned and started walking slowly, not realizing that there was another girl nearby. She started when she heard a rustle in the bushes. "Who's there?" she called. She shook her head. She had to get back to sleep. She was supposed to train with Scott in the morning. Then again... Would she be able to fall asleep again? She sat down on a nearby bench. "Damn nightmares... Damn fire... Damn press..." She put her head in her hands. She had confided in the boy, Jonathan, but hadn't told anyone else. "They've been showing the same damn thing over and over again... Why can't they give it a rest and leave me alone?" Her agent had texted her, telling her to expect a call from the producer of a play within a week. Didn't they realize that she needed time away from all that crap? Being a famous singer had only added to her stress when she'd been in the hospital. But she couldn't just quit. Then she'd have to do a farewell tour, which would be an even bigger pain... "Damn it all..." she muttered.

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Faith was well aware of the other girl, but her antisocial behavior was telling her to avoid all social interactions. So she was determined to avoid all contact with others, thinking that everyone was out there to hurt her, use her, and take advantage of her. Thus she had decided that she doesn’t need to get to know anyone and they didn’t need to get to know her, and that was coupled with the fact that she was raised as she was in the Facility. Her mind immediately went to X-23, and how her father seemed to be taking the time to study her than wanting to go free his clone from the same people that messed up his life and theirs as well. She had a feeling what those bastards were doing to her…what was X-23 to her anyway? She was her father’s clone, but did that make her a sister or her aunt? And was she a friend, or someone who was sympathetic due to the fact that she had been in the same situation?

The young feral mutant had no clue, but she was under the impression that she was better off alone. No one to care for, and no one to care about her. She was fine with that aspect, as she had been like that her entire life and she wasn’t about to change that now. Why should she? Besides X-23 everyone had treated her like she wasn’t a person, but an experiment. Even her own father holds her at arm’s length, but she didn’t really care. Who would care about a nobody born to be an experiment and potential assassin? She had decided to avoid the main path back toward the mansion and stuck to the bushes and flora cover. She had thought that she was being real quiet with her retreat, but the demand of who’s there had her stop in her tracks. She grinded her teeth in self punishment of letting her become semi detected. She was trained better than that.

Faith dared not move while the girl was still nearby, for she figured that if she moved she would be completely found out. So like the trained professional she was, she stayed hidden in the shadows of she bushes bidding her time. She can wait for hours, stone still until she deemed it safe to make another move. So as the girl she knew was going to head in the direction she had came from sat on the nearby stone bench, she watched her every move like the predator she was groomed to be. She heard the girl’s mumbling about how bad her life had been, and she involuntarily growled at how pathetic she was being. The girl knew nothing, and she wasn’t about to enlighten her about how much worse it could have been. She automatically shrank back further into the shadows behind her when she realized that the girl might have heard her growl in the quiet night.

Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…”

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TIME :: A few days after Healed Up
TAG :: Kiara
WORDS :: 499
NOTES :: She so does not want the company…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: FAITH!!

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Kiara heard the growl and quickly stood up, her hands glowing blue. "I know you're there!" she called. "Show yourself!" When nothing happened, she allowed her energy to fade back into her skin. "What's wrong with me?" she wondered aloud. "Did the fire damage my mind as well as my back?" She turned her back on the place the noise had come from, running a hand over the burn scars that went across her back. Her shirt came up slightly, showing only a small portion of her scars. "I thought being sent here would be a good thing..." She sighed and looked at the stars. "Great... I'm talking to myself. People are going to think I've gone crazy..." She sighed again. "Miss you daddy..." she said quietly. "I wish you were still here... With everyone saying mom's as good as dead... But if mom was with you, you'd let me know... right?" She clasped the heart shaped pendant that hung around her neck. "Mom said that Uncle Charles gave her this... I wonder if he really did?" She shook her head. "Mom had no reason to lie..." She released the pendant, sticking her hands into her pockets.

"The nightmares just won't go away..." Kiara said, still talking to her father's spirit. "I relive the fire every night... The electrical storm, the window shattering... The beam falling across my back..." Her voice got quieter, mixed with sadness and loneliness. "I went through months of therapy to be able to walk again... The doctors weren't sure if I'd ever be able to run when they discharged me from Mississippi State Hospital... They said the nightmares would go away once I let someone close enough to my heart to allow the emotional scars to heal... How do they expect me to do that?" She shook her head, eyes closed and looking toward the ground. "Dad... I know you're dead... I know mom's missing... I know that I have to be strong... But who for?" She looked back up to the stars, a tear running down her cheek. "Why do I have to be strong? Can't I rely on someone else?" She wiped her cheek with her hand. "I never wanted this... But I guess I've got no choice now... If only Kiana was here... Then we could be strong for each other..." She turned, looking at the spot in the bushes where the growl had come from. She shook her head. "Maybe the post-traumatic stress disorder is making me crazy..." she said quietly before sitting back down. "I just need to cool off..."

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Faith stayed in the shadows, crouched and waited for the girl to leave. She didn’t even flinch when the girl’s hands began to glow with bluish, she had seen and been through worse than some petty energy beams. If she didn’t have a healing factor, she would have the scars to prove it. But then again if she didn’t have her healing factor, she wouldn’t have existed at that moment. She would have been killed if she wasn’t like her father, she was certain that they had briefly thought about exterminating her when she did not produce claws like her father. Thankfully, she was glad that she had his healing factor and that was the only reason they decided to keep her alive. She was brought back to her surroundings when the girl started to drone on and on about her life, and how screwed up it was. She rolled her eyes and growled again, this was pathetic. The girl needed to grow a pair and toughen up. Life was pain and misery, and she had learned that lesson really early in her life. And that it was often coupled with disappointment.

She gritted her teeth and stepped out of the bush. ”Life is full of disappointments, misery, and pain. Get over it. Toughen up. Move on.” She said gruffly, clearly annoyed and irritated that this girl was wallowing in her self pity and misery. As if she didn’t think someone else out there didn’t have something worse happen to them. Just the thought of it, made her clench her jaw as her anger rose to the surface. Her hand balled up into fists, knowing that she couldn’t strike out and hit someone. Her confrontation with her father after she woke up from her healing still rung in her mind. Her hard headedness and stubbornness refused to give way to a man she knew was her father, but at the same time barely knew. She had sixteen years of growing up learning about him, how he fights, what he smells like, and everything pertaining to her studies of how to detain and retrieve him. Information on him as a person was lost on her. She just knew him as a file she had to study, and so far she was a nobody. Just like she was always told she was. Her father didn’t even believe her, why should he? She was ‘created’ with him in mind, but she could care less what happens to him. Just like she knew he could care less what happens to her.

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Thinking
”Speaking…”

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TIME :: A few days after Healed Up
TAG :: Kiara
WORDS :: 427
NOTES :: Toughen up and grow a pair. Sorry if it isn’t good. Best I can do with the bro distracting me.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: FAITH!!

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Kiara stood quickly and turned when she heard the voice. She looked a bit relieved, which would surprise anyone. "I'm not going crazy," she said quietly. Then her face darkened. "You say that like getting past death, hospitalization, therapy, and separation from the only person I've ever been able to trust is easy. The only one I've been able to trust is my sister. Everyone else abandoned me when they found out what I am. And yeah. I'm a mutant. I know that. I accepted it long ago..." She laughed, but it was hollow and bitter. "There are some people out there that deserve nothing but pain or death for their crimes..." She sighed, running her hand across her scars again. "Sure. There are people out there who only pretend to be your friend until you're of no use to them." She noticed the girl's hands balled into fists.

"You must just be saying that," Kiara said suddenly, her voice softer. "That's what a lot of people at school said. But they were the ones who were often suffering the most..." She looked into the girl's eyes, seeing the pain held in their depths. "I nearly lost my legs because of a fire. I've gotten past that. It's the death of my father, the separation from my twin sister, and the fact that the doctors all said that they basically think it's a waste of time to look for my missing mother." She sighed and turned away. "Uncle Charles doesn't even know where mom is..." She didn't notice any reaction the girl might have had to her last statement.

"You can't know what it's like to loose your parents until it's actually happened," Kiara said. "No matter what you've been through... You have no right to claim you understand unless the same thing has happened to you!" She looked at the ground, hands balled into fists and glowing blue. If she didn't calm down, she realized that she might end up firing at this girl. And if not at her, then at some random student or teacher. Which, on top of the damage it would cause, would get them both in a ton of trouble.

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Faith couldn’t help the mixed snarl and growl that came from her as the girl went on and on again. The girl spoke as if her past was full of the worst horrors imaginable, but truth was that she would love to only have those horrors in her past than what she had been through. She would love to have had suffered a death of a loved one, been hospitalized, gone through therapy, and at least have someone to trust. But she didn’t. As far as she could remember she was beaten, experimented on, and severely punished for disobedience. This girl had no idea what was truly out there, and she would be all to happy to tell the girl that. She grunted as if she wasn’t going to like this, and she knew she wasn’t. This girl was a stranger, and had no right to know her story. But if it would get her off of her self pity, then so be it. She just wasn’t going to flat out tell her that it was her she was talking about. ”So what? At least you had parents. At least you weren’t born in a military facility, and force to be a lab rat. Some mutants out there were trained to hunt down the most dangerous mutants and retrieved them. They were severely punished when they didn’t listen to those in charge. So there is always something worse out there than some pitiful abandonment, death, and minute personal issues.” Her hands turned white with great restrain as she tries to keep a leash on her anger.

She gritted her teeth, and feel the need to strike out her fist against something. She could care less that if she reached out and planted her fist into the stone bench next to her, and broke her hand…again. The last time she did, she planted a good one on her father’s jaw. His adamantium coated jaw. Thankfully her healing factor had taken care of her injury a few hours later, after she of course had to reset her hand to where it would heal properly. ”You’re right. I’ve had worse, much worse than you can possibly imagine. So don’t go around acting like your’s is the worse there is!” Her control slipped badly, and she couldn’t resist the urge any longer. She planted her fist into the stone bench, bones clearly heard breaking at the impact. She gritted her teeth in pain, pushing the yell of hurt away. Suffering in silence as she pulled her hand back, the shape of her hand clearly at an odd angle.

Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…”

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TIME :: A few days after Healed Up
TAG :: Kiara
WORDS :: 434
NOTES :: Stop being so full of self pity.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: FAITH!!

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Kiara listened to the girl silently. "Okay," she said. "So I haven't been in a facility." She looked at the girl. "But isn't that what everyone else calls school?" she asked jokingly. She sighed and shook her head. "You never had the one person who was on your side no matter what?" She waited for the girl's answer, then pulled something out of her pocket.

"Do you want this?" she asked. She showed the girl a pendant. It was not like her own, a heart shape inset with cubic zirconium, what the world knows as fake diamonds. The one in her hand was more similar to the one her twin sister had. It was a gold chain with a small silver sword on it. "It holds no value for me. I found it the other day when I went out around town." She turned back to the girl. "If you don't want it, I'll just sell it back to the store."

Kiara blinked. "Jeez... Being up so late has made me brain dead," she muttered, shaking her head. "I'm Kiara." She wanted to say something else, but couldn't put it into words. She tossed the girl the pendant. "I don't need to know your name. It's your choice if you want to tell me." Kiana... Will you end up here as well one day?

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Faith laid her stone, cold eyes on the girl when she tried to joke about what she had just barely scratched at the surface of her life. She growled and snarled at the girl. If she were to be honest to herself, she would love to have been born free and gone to school here. Well save for her father, she would do anything in her power to avoid that man. And of course surprisingly, that was just what had happened since their incident slash confrontation in that terrifying medical room. Both of them so stubborn and hardheaded to apologize to the other, they only ended up giving the other a wide berth. She going out of her way to avoid him. She gritted her teeth as the image of Logan pissed off stalking toward her with claws extended coming to the forefront of her mind.

She was shook back to the present when the other girl asked if she wanted something. She was completely taken off guard, as whenever someone had given her something before it only ended up hurting her in the long run. She eyed the offering like someone who was wary of the world around them, and she was. Who could blame her? With her past and all. She won’t lie that the item intrigued her a bit, but she isn’t about to accept an item from a stranger. As far as she knew it could be trap or something, and that could cause her pain and misery in the long run. Well, more pain and misery that she already had endured and she wasn’t going to add to it.

Faith had no trouble hearing the girl mutter about being up late. Then she introduced herself as if they were going to become friends or something. She didn’t need any friends or anyone for that matter. Save for X-23, everyone she had met wanted to use her or kill her. Her father included. The image rose in her mind again, and she shook her head to clear it. She raised her hand without looking to catch the item that was tossed at her, and then said that she didn’t have to tell the girl, now called Kiara, her own name. ”It is safer you don’t know my name…” She started, then as if taking a hint from that buffoon of a man who she was sprung from she had decided upon something in case someone needed to address her. This really hackled her, ”…but if you need to for some unknown and ungodly reason talk to me, you can call me Lycan.” Sure it was a great risk to use the codename the government gave her, but then again she was more animal than human anyways.

Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…”

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TIME :: A few days after Healed Up
TAG :: Kiara
WORDS :: 460
NOTES :: Even though she is cynical, she is trying to still protect the girl…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: FAITH!!

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Kiara noticed the wary look the girl gave the pendant. "It's not going to hurt you," she said kindly. "I have no reason to want to hurt you." She shivered suddenly, a cold wind blowing past. "Can't believe I forgot a jacket," she muttered. She shook it off and looked at the girl. "I promise it won't hurt you. Unless you're allergic to gold," she added quickly.

When the girl said it would be safer if Kiara didn't know her name, Kiara nodded. "That man didn't give his name either," she said quietly. "The one who met me when I first arrived. He really shouldn't smoke." She blinked. "Don't tell him I said that," she requested quickly. "I think I've already gotten on his bad side..." She listened as the girl gave a sort of code name. "Lycan... That's wolf related, right? Or canine at least." She smiled slightly. "I like it."

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Faith grunted as her injured hand caught the pendant, she had forgotten her about broken hand. She winced when her hand closed around the from necklace, she knew she needed to set her hand before it mends into an odd shape. She transferred the pendant from her broken hand to her unbroken hand, so she can put it into her pocket and look at it closely later. She set her mouth into a determine line as she moved her broken hand up to her chest, her other hand reached up to grab it and she set her face into a stone mask. What she was about to do with her very, very badly, and she needed didn't do it before her bones mend any further and she would have to rebreak her hand. She tightened her jaw in pain as she expertly set her hand, and finally only shouted out when she set the last break in her right before she could feel her healing factor kick in to finish the rest.

”That man didn’t give his name either, The one who met me when I first arrived. He really shouldn’t smoke. Don’t tell him I said that, I think I’ve already gotten on his bad side… Lycan… That’s wolf related, right? Or canine at least. I like it.”

The feral mutant breathed a bit heavily as Kiara went on about her father, and then her codename that the Facility had given her. Her self first aid on her hand had her losing control of her anger slightly, and she only looked the girl up and down. ”Sounds like Wolverine. At least he didn’t try to kill you within five minutes of meeting you.” She really didn’t like the man who was her father, and she closed her eyes briefly to keep the anger at bay. ”I don’t know what it means. I just know it is somewhat connected to my father’s without being the exactly the same. I just think they didn’t want to be reminded of how much I’m not like him, and how much of a disappointment I am without all his mutations.” She responded and looked away, wondering if she had given away to much. The cold her not really bothering her the least.

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Thinking
”Speaking…”

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TIME :: A few days after Healed Up
TAG :: Kiara
WORDS :: 378
NOTES :: Talking about Logan is on the verge of being dangerous ground for her…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: FAITH!!

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Kiara was now interested in Lycan's father. And... She'd had a bad experience with the man Wolverine? He seemed distant, yeah, but he really didn't appear to be one of those who struck first. Unless he absolutely had to...


''Maybe you just made him mad?" she suggested. "I've done that plenty of times. But... the only time he got seriously mad was when I overloaded my power a few days ago..." She shook her head, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I was only out for a few hours, but... Well, training with Scott has done wonders for my limits." She turned quickly when she heard a light whirring noise. "Damn middle schoolers," she muttered before one of the moving targets from the range appeared from behind a bush. Kiara's hand glowed briefly blue before the energy was fired at the target. The target shattered, and the whirring stopped.

"Sorry about that," Kiara said to Lycan. "Some of the younger students here loose track of the moving targets from time to time. It's easier if they just get destroyed, rather than trying to capture and retrieve." She went and gathered the pieces to drop off in the repair bay later. "You'll learn everything the longer you're here." Then she laughed. "Course, I haven't been here too long myself."

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Faith let her head swirl around as if she was keeping an eye out on her surrounding, of which she was. It was what she was trained to do for as long as she could remember. She could take down people three times her size and weight, and kill those that were even bigger. Heck she was even trained to takedown her own father and his clone and bring them back to the Facility. But the thing was that she wasn’t even going to do that, not if they planned on treating them the same way they treated her. So when Kiara mentioned that she made her father mad, she only shrugged her shoulders not explaining further what actually happened. The girl was just a stranger to her, everyone here was. They didn’t know her, know her past, and she hoped to keep it that way. Well, save perhaps her father. But she wasn’t ready to inform him of his surprised fatherhood status just yet. He might try committing filicide again at that news…

The young feral mutant barely heard the girl mention getting overloaded and her father’s reaction to that news. Her hand reached up absentmindedly to touch the back of her shoulder from where she remembered her father’s claws slicing her open. Granted her healing factor had quickly taken care of the wounds, and now nothing was left behind to be evidence of his attack on her. She couldn’t help but get that slight distance look in her eyes as she thought about it. She was brought back to reality when she heard gears starting up and machinery moving. She couldn’t help the low, dangerous, warning growl that escaped her as she tried to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. She was just about to attack what had popped out from behind a bush when the girl destroyed with her own powers.

"Sorry about that, Some of the younger students here loose track of the moving targets from time to time. It's easier if they just get destroyed, rather than trying to capture and retrieve. You'll learn everything the longer you're here. Course, I haven't been here too long myself."

Faith only shrugged her shoulders at the whole thing. She could have cared less if the whole world was on fire, and only she could save it. ”It won’t matter anyway. I’m not staying long enough to learn anything.” She simply said, and it was true. She wasn’t staying past rescuing X-23, and then she was leaving. She didn’t belong there, even when her father’s clone told her she did. She didn’t feel safe here like the older feral mutant promised her days ago, her own father had tried to kill her. She heard another set of gears start up, her mind going back to a training exercise from her childhood. When the target popped up, she growled very loudly and lashed out with her foot and hands. She struck the head with expertly placed punches and swings, and then broke the body in half with one well placed kick. When the thing went down, she stood crouched on the ground awaiting for something else to ambush her.

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Thinking
”Speaking…”

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TIME :: A few days after Healed Up
TAG :: Kiara
WORDS :: 531
NOTES :: Careful of you proceed…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: FAITH!!

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Kiara turned quickly when she heard the noise. Another target machine? What happened? She looked at the girl when she destroyed the target. "Someone must've left the program on," she guessed. "We should probably go shut it off before the targets get into the building. Shutting down the program should shut down any targets that aren't bugged." She turned and started walking, but nearly fell on her face when she tripped over a tree root. "Damn it..." she muttered. She stuck her hand out in front of her, blue energy circling around her fingers. The energy formed around her hand, and she began walking again. She stopped and turned to the girl.

"You don't have to come with me," she said. "It would be a good experience, though." She smiled slightly. "You say you're not going to stay... You're not a prisoner here. You can come and go as you please, as long as you don't turn on us. Should you decide to stay, though... I'm willing to listen if you want to talk... And I'm not a gossiper, despite what the press says about me," she added with a laugh. She turned away.

"But... I know how it is to feel alone," she said, her voice sad. She shook her head. "Well, I'm gonna shut off the target range. You can come if you want, but you don't have to..."