Becca dodged another one of Aero's attacks, her leg sweeping behind him. Aero jumped when she tried to knock him on his feet, landing on her leg. Becca held back her scream and moved. Her leg went up, and Aero flipped just in time to escape getting hurt. Becca straightened, getting knocked back by a sudden blow to the head. She started falling backwards, and went into a back handspring, landing on her feet. Aero smirked at her and Becca could only block his attacks.
“Are Ты dancing Shade или was that fighting?” a voice asked.
Becca froze for a трещина, сплит second. They thought she was playing?!?! Despite all her training and self control, Becca Остаться в живых it. She wasn't really sure what she was ding, but she was beating Aero to pieces. As a final blow, Becca pulled out her dagger, stabbing Aero where his сердце would be if he had one. She pulled the blade out, watching him fall to the ground.
“End of Simulation.”
The scene faded away and Becca stood panting. She looked into the viewing box and knew she'd messed up. Crap. Why did I ever let Phoebe talk me into coming into this Danger Room?! If I get messed with, so is someone else! Becca gripped her blade tightly as she watched the infamous X-Men enter the room. They all had looks of disappointment and shock on there faces. Except Wolverine; he looked slightly proud and almost smug.
“Shade, that didn't go as we'd hoped,” Cyclops said.
“No really? I thought there just a giant паук on the Стена behind me!”
“Look, when Phoebe recommended Ты train in our Danger Room for practice, we didn't think Ты were that violent! Phoebe сказал(-а) you're pretty controlled.”
“Yeah well she lied.”
Becca studied her blade as she talked, completely ignoring them. Jean Grey stepped forward.
“Becca was it? Look, we're happy to help you, but your level of battle skills is...dangerous.”
“You're a wonderful telepath. Thank Ты for making me feel like a freak!”
“Becca, Ты aren't a freak!”
Becca glanced at them.
“Then what exactly are Ты trying to say? That Ты don't like the way I 'dance'? или how I obviously can't fight?!”
She saw the red glow behind Cyclops' visor. It disappeared in a second, but he looked unhappy.
“Look Becca,” he began. “You're talented and it shows. But why a girl your age would want to kill someone is something we need to know.”
“You want to know?! Fine! If I EVER see Aero in real life, I'm killing him! And Ты would too if Ты walked in on him raping your sister!”
Becca stormed past them and towards the front entrance. She pulled back the doors and ran through. Once on the grounds, Becca ran. She moved towards the gate and didn't bother to open it. She teleported to the other side and sat on her bike. The hot tears burned in the back of her throat, but Becca ignored them as she put her шлем on. She started the engine and turned onto the road. As she was headed out, she heard another motorcycle. She looked behind and groaned.
“I hate Phoebe right now! Wolverine better go away!”
Unfortunately for her, Wolverine continued to come after her. Becca knew better than to try to escape from him, but she did so anyways. She rode her motorcycle off the road and onto dirt. But she hadn't expected Wolverine to come so quickly. He slashed her back tire and Becca's bike swerved. It fell and Becca tumbled a few feet. She looked up at Wolverine with a glare.
“I reckon if looks could kill, I'd be dead by now,” Wolverine said.
He leaned against his bike and Becca sat in the dirt. She looked at her hands but could hear Wolverine pull something from the bag on his bike. Becca looked up and he handed her a bottle of cold water. She muttered a quick “thanks” before drinking.
“You know, Ты have a lot of guts for talkin the way did to Cyke. He won't let Ты back in. Lucky for you, the rest of us give секунда chances.”
“I don't give a damn about Cyclops. He doesn't scare me and neither do you. Your mutant abilities may impress others, but to me, they are less then impressive.”
Wolverine snickered.
“You still have guts, but it's obvious Ты can't take critiscim.”
“Sue me. I've been down that road before with other people and I'd rather not get into a fight with you. I'm still sore from my Последнее 'training' exercise.”
“Look, kid-”
“You calm me kid again and I'll personally tear all the metal off your bones,” Becca warned in a deathly tone.
Wolverine didn't look scared или even fazzed. But he went along with her wishes anyways.
“Look, punkin. Ты have potential. I know where you're coming from. I know why Ты want to kill that guy and how it would feel if Ты did. But let me ask Ты a question. Would your team tolerate it? Ты killing someone off?”
“Nope. I'd be kicked off.”
“You willing to risk getting kicked off?”
“Look, I just recently got back on the team. My sister and boyfriend may be on there, but that's two out of however many people we have. The point is, I will kill this guy, I will get taken off the team, and I could care less. My past is darker than yours and I want to live to my own standards. They are lower than what Ты hero types have, but I approve of them. Number one standard? If any one so much as looks at my family in the wrong way, I will hurt them. One way или another.”
“And everyone is okay with that?”
Becca hesitated.
“No. In fact, only one person would agree with me. And he's my sworn nemisis. On the team.”
“And who would that be?”
“Red Revenge.”
Wolverine simply nodded. He'd heard of the masked hot-shot that was working in New York. He also found it funny that such a guy would even be on a team. He'd save that info for some pleasure.
“So Ты don't mind if you'd get kicked off?”
Becca looked him in the eye, something few dared to do.
“If I get kicked off for saving еще lives than that of my sister, then the person who owns the team is no better than the one that threatens the team.”