The eerie glow from the parallel street lamps shone upon the icy side walk. The screeching of cats could be heard as car head lights were seen coming down the long road ahead. The road was basically deserted except for a few cars that came every now and then the only lights were the now separated street laps that now seemed to get lesser and lesser. Further down the way this asphalt road turned into a simple dirt road leading into a no where location in some random outskirts of Alabama. A light breeze cooled the heated temperature that was in the atmosphere. Several pebbles went flying forward as they were kicked across the now dirt covered walk way.
Laura casually made her way down the lain into the darkness before her. A Deep silence hung over her heavy head as it was bent downward just staring at the ground. The midnight blue sky hung like a blanket as bright sparkling stares were placed individually separated from one another. It was like a beautiful painting, once Laura wished to star at. But her train of thought forced her to remain in a serious mood as her mind ran over and over her encounters with one particular individual. Her hands were dug deeply into her jeans back pockets as she the light wind battered against her leather jacket.
Often nights she found herself alone with nothing really to do. She had cut down on out of team missions. Now she worked for the COP and to a lesser extent Shadow Squad. And with her recently given responsibilities and her vow to protect the lesser hero, she really didn’t have much time for off sight missions. Most of her days and nights in truth were spent locked up in a room looking at old books and references’ about her family tree. The only real information she had was that book that Gambler had given her. But due to her double crossing him to save War Killer the information once again returned to the Cajuns hands.
As her head slowly tilted upward her eyes fell upon the bright iridescent moon that hung perfectly in balance with the sky. Thankfully it was not full moon, simply half moon so she had a few weeks till that troublesome ordeal. She hadn’t really told Charles about it, it was probably something he needed to know about considering there was the possibility she’d go after him but she didn’t want to think of that right now. All she wanted to do was calm down get some time off and try to learn how to speak again. Due to several incidents prior Laura’s vocal ability was very basic and she found it hard to pronounce anything or say anything. It always pained her but at least she could say something if needed .It appeared as if he wounds were healing at least she hoped.
Her right hand rose from its position to slide around her neck a moment feeling the scare that wrapped around the front part. She sacrificed her speak to save that hero! And she couldn’t even talk to him! She couldn’t communicate and when she attempted to she would always embarrass herself and cause an awkward situation. Sometimes she felt as if she literally needed training on “How to communicate with men using body language.” Or something along the lines of “the 411 on boys and how the work.” Because in utter truth she didn’t understand that hero, she didn’t understand men!
Running her hands through her darkly blue tinted hair she noticed a small light up ahead that grew as she got nearer. Using her feral sight her eyes faded from emerald to bright yellow as she instantly noticed it was some kind of Biker hang out, probably a bar of some time. “The middle finger” It was called which told Laura that if she entered: bones would be broken. Nevertheless Laura hardly listened to herself and so continuing to kick the ground beneath her she approached the bar at her same pace. Approaching the door now close she took one more glace up and down the street she had walked and then took a look at the sky a moment as she let a saddened sigh escape her dry pastel lips. She began to wish she hadn’t so swiftly rejected one of the members invitation to dine.
An annoying bell rung as she pushed aside the worn screen door and surveyed the people present. It was obvious that these men were either drunk or going to get drunk. Yet the young magicians daughter was able to take care of herself, she’d dealt with over presumptuous men before and taken then down too, yet she would always insert a quirky comment or insult or possibly a warning, yet she had a pen and paper in her pocket encase she needed to communicate with anybody, though she prayed she would not need to use it.
Taking a seat on a stool she leaned over the long outstretched table staring at the several beverages. She hadn’t really drunk anything heavy in a while. Maybe it was because she wanted to be more of a hero or maybe she wanted to uphold a good reputation either way she was wanting something heavy. The waiter approached her position cleaning a glass as he looked at her for an order. Lowering her head she pointed at one of the vodka’s behind him “Idea miss?” he said placing the glass down. With that Laura lifted her right hand and with that twin silver laced vibranium claws unleashed from her outer knuckles. The man’s eyes widened in shock as his brown brows raised. “Uh...never mind.” He said nervously turning around and swiftly as he was still shaking poured her drink in the glass.
Passing it to her he quickly walked away pretending to be busy. Laura just smiled slightly before fixing her eyes on the drink before her. As the time passed she found herself just staring at it. She could almost hear her father saying some kind of dumb comment about her being too young to drink. She could also see War Killer’s astonished face if he was to learn she had drunken so heavily in her young age. So this continued her mental argument if she should or should not drink. Yet at the same time, time itself began to slowly pass as Laura’s hand remained tightened on the glass.
Her grip grew so tight that suddenly frightening herself the glass shattered in her hand slicing it open slightly. As blood and vodka mixed on the table she rolled her eyes wiping the glass pieces off the table. The drink stung her hand but at least it’d disinfect it but there was no need really her healing factor was already acting up. Wiping the blood of her healed hand on her jeans she leaned went to go sit in a more comfortable chair in the far corner of the bar that only had moon light for it lighting. And with that she leaned back on the padded chair and shut her eyes attempting to gain some rest.
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