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this is my suit fan fic of Wolverine and me, Talon if you like it, reply and I'll post more....
- Talon
Chapter 1
-Ageless.
I walked down the grimy sidewalk. Chasing my shadow. Just by that you can see how much time I have on my hands. Yep, that’s me Rory “dontgotnolastname”. Nope, never had one, never needed one. I strolled down the sidewalk, dodging oncoming people and pot holes, eyes trained on the dirty sidewalk. I shifted my gaze to the building on my left. New York was full of glorious buildings, so high they seemed to touch the sky. The windows, shiny like a huge mirror. I saw another Rory staring back at me. She had long, straight, midnight black hair with red highlights. Her eyes were blue with underlying tones of gold and red. Her pupiles were slits, cat-like almost. She was thin and tall, about 5,6 and 16 years old. She was wearing a deep fushia coat wit long sleaves that came down to her knees. A pair of faded blue jeans and a black, long- sleave shirt that said “ the Ramones” on it. She was carrying a tan messenger bag on her side. That was my favorite bag…from Target, none the less. With all the the fancy stores here, no one could afford anything. Well, at least I couldn’t. I was wearing a pair of brown leather gloves, with holes in them between the knuckles, I’ll get to why later. I crossed 5th and turned on to Broadway. Today was a windy day and my hair kept flying in my face. I continued down Broadway until I came to a small brownstone. I pulled my key out of my bag and pushed it into the lock. The door swung open and I was greeted with a blast of warm air. I had left the heater on again, damn, the heating company would kill me. oh well. I slid off my bag and dropped it on my favorite brown leather chair. My house was modern, most of the walls were white, except for the on in the kitchen which was a spring green and one in my bedroom which was a deep red.Ok, so as I was saying. I dropped my bag on my favorite brown chair and walked to the kitchen. I was starving. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday and it was like, way past lunch. I threw a messy sandwich together and sat at my tiny table eating it. I pulled off my gloves and hung my coat up on the coat rack. It amazed me how dirty my room was, but the rest of my house was so clean. I threw away the remains of my ham sandwich and walked to my bedroom. I pulled open my red curtains and flipped on th light on my desk. Not like I ever did any work there. I don’t go to school and I am too young to have a job. My wasn’t I living with my parents you ask? Because I’m different. My parents were murdered because of me. memories flooded back into my head and I tried to suppress them, choking back tears, I did. The walls of my room were covered with news paper clippings and magazine articles. On almost every single one, the headline read, Winged Vigalante Strikes Again. Or something retarded like that. Don’t ask why, I’m building suspense here. Ugh Idiot. I threw myself on my bed and sat there. I had a rough life, let me tell you. Just then I heard sierins blaring,
‘ WEEEEEEEEEERRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I jumped off my bed and ran, to my closet in my study. I opened it and, hanging amongst my clothes, was my costume, well it was not really a costume. I was just what I wore when I went to kick butt. It was made completely out of leather with two slits in the back. It was all black with leather sholder pads. I wasn’t just one piece of lleather but had lineds running across it. I pulled it on and ran up the stairs. I didn’t bother to where a mask, no one knew who I was anyway. I ran up the stairs and out onto the roof. There was a strong breeze coming from the north. I stood there for a moment. I loved feeling the wind in my face. I remembered the first time I had flown, oops…you weren’t supposed to know that. I took a running start and lept off the side of the building. I unfurled my black wings and they filled with air. I immediately was pulled up, away from the busy street below. Yep, I had wings and yep, I could fly. There was nothing like flying, anyone who has never flown, has never really lived. My wings were a gleaming black with a sliver tone peaking through when they caught the sun. I soared gracefully over New York city.with my acute senses, I could still hear the sierins from far above the city. I could see them too, racing along like little white and red ants. They were heading towards the old prison on the othe side of town. I beat my wings again and followed suit.
- Talon
Chapter 1
-Ageless.
I walked down the grimy sidewalk. Chasing my shadow. Just by that you can see how much time I have on my hands. Yep, that’s me Rory “dontgotnolastname”. Nope, never had one, never needed one. I strolled down the sidewalk, dodging oncoming people and pot holes, eyes trained on the dirty sidewalk. I shifted my gaze to the building on my left. New York was full of glorious buildings, so high they seemed to touch the sky. The windows, shiny like a huge mirror. I saw another Rory staring back at me. She had long, straight, midnight black hair with red highlights. Her eyes were blue with underlying tones of gold and red. Her pupiles were slits, cat-like almost. She was thin and tall, about 5,6 and 16 years old. She was wearing a deep fushia coat wit long sleaves that came down to her knees. A pair of faded blue jeans and a black, long- sleave shirt that said “ the Ramones” on it. She was carrying a tan messenger bag on her side. That was my favorite bag…from Target, none the less. With all the the fancy stores here, no one could afford anything. Well, at least I couldn’t. I was wearing a pair of brown leather gloves, with holes in them between the knuckles, I’ll get to why later. I crossed 5th and turned on to Broadway. Today was a windy day and my hair kept flying in my face. I continued down Broadway until I came to a small brownstone. I pulled my key out of my bag and pushed it into the lock. The door swung open and I was greeted with a blast of warm air. I had left the heater on again, damn, the heating company would kill me. oh well. I slid off my bag and dropped it on my favorite brown leather chair. My house was modern, most of the walls were white, except for the on in the kitchen which was a spring green and one in my bedroom which was a deep red.Ok, so as I was saying. I dropped my bag on my favorite brown chair and walked to the kitchen. I was starving. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday and it was like, way past lunch. I threw a messy sandwich together and sat at my tiny table eating it. I pulled off my gloves and hung my coat up on the coat rack. It amazed me how dirty my room was, but the rest of my house was so clean. I threw away the remains of my ham sandwich and walked to my bedroom. I pulled open my red curtains and flipped on th light on my desk. Not like I ever did any work there. I don’t go to school and I am too young to have a job. My wasn’t I living with my parents you ask? Because I’m different. My parents were murdered because of me. memories flooded back into my head and I tried to suppress them, choking back tears, I did. The walls of my room were covered with news paper clippings and magazine articles. On almost every single one, the headline read, Winged Vigalante Strikes Again. Or something retarded like that. Don’t ask why, I’m building suspense here. Ugh Idiot. I threw myself on my bed and sat there. I had a rough life, let me tell you. Just then I heard sierins blaring,
‘ WEEEEEEEEEERRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I jumped off my bed and ran, to my closet in my study. I opened it and, hanging amongst my clothes, was my costume, well it was not really a costume. I was just what I wore when I went to kick butt. It was made completely out of leather with two slits in the back. It was all black with leather sholder pads. I wasn’t just one piece of lleather but had lineds running across it. I pulled it on and ran up the stairs. I didn’t bother to where a mask, no one knew who I was anyway. I ran up the stairs and out onto the roof. There was a strong breeze coming from the north. I stood there for a moment. I loved feeling the wind in my face. I remembered the first time I had flown, oops…you weren’t supposed to know that. I took a running start and lept off the side of the building. I unfurled my black wings and they filled with air. I immediately was pulled up, away from the busy street below. Yep, I had wings and yep, I could fly. There was nothing like flying, anyone who has never flown, has never really lived. My wings were a gleaming black with a sliver tone peaking through when they caught the sun. I soared gracefully over New York city.with my acute senses, I could still hear the sierins from far above the city. I could see them too, racing along like little white and red ants. They were heading towards the old prison on the othe side of town. I beat my wings again and followed suit.
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