face saving promises whispered like prayers || Laura, Emma, Magneto, Yana, Etc
Laura was entirely lost. She was not particularly happy here, at the Brotherhood, though her happiness had not yet truly been a factor anywhere she'd been. But she had yet to receive any help where the trigger scent was concerned, and even if she had, the mission she'd been given for the coming week . . . Laura did not want to massacre anyone. Even for help with her conditioning. She had known she might be asked to kill, but this assignment felt more like one from her days in the Facility. Like she was being used as a mindless weapon. And she supposed, really, she could not blame Magneto for that. She was a weapon. And a skilled one. He would be foolish not to use her. But she did not want to be used. And she did not want to be a weapon anymore, or to kill so many people who may not deserve it, all at once. Except those were her orders.
So she was left with two choices; do what she was told, or leave. And she did not want to carry out the orders. Except she didn't think she would be permitted to leave. So she waited until night, hoping, perhaps, that those who would be most likely to catch her leaving would be asleep. So it was perhaps two am when she rose silently from her bed. She took nothing with her- she didn't have much in the first place, and anything she lost, she could easily replace with the money in her bank account. It took a few minutes to travel the halls of the Brotherhood complex, and as she did so, she wondered where she would even go. Laura still did not know if she was permitted at Armour, considering when she was last there, she had been locked up for the safety of the other students. It wasn't like she was any less dangerous. They would probably see her as more dangerous, considering where she'd been.
And even if she was permitted at the school, Laura knew she would likely be just as alone there as she was here, save for perhaps Remy. Though, she thought, he probably still had Lorna. Either way, everyone else with whom she had spoken often at Armour was upset with her, and understandably so. Logan in particular. She did not know if they would forgive her. But it did not really matter, as long as she was permitted at Armour. Laura had been alone most of her life, so this was no difference. Finally, she made it outside of the compound, and, keeping silent as ever, she began to creep towards the edge of the property, careful to remain in the shadows in case anyone was watching.
