The lab was dimly lit, a sterile maze of cold steel walls and flickering fluorescent lights. The metallic tang of blood and antiseptics hung in the air, making Laura’s nose wrinkle as she stalked silently through the corridors. Her claws slid out with a sharp snikt, ready to lash out at the first sign of opposition, she didn’t like this. It reminded her too much of where she was raised.

She’d heard the rumors— another facility trying to play God, experimenting on humans, trying to replicate the unreplicable. They wanted another Wolverine, another Logan— another Laura— a weapon. The thought of it made her blood boil. She’d seen firsthand what such experiments created: pain, suffering, and people like her, who were made to be weapons.

Her sharp senses guided her through the lab. The place reeked of fear and despair, but as she moved closer to the holding cells, a scent hit her like a punch to the gut

“...This feels familiar… Too familiar.”

Her breath caught, and for a moment, her body froze. The scent was like her own, like Logan’s— a confusing scent that sent her mind spinning. She turned a corner and saw it: a cell at the end of the hall, the door slightly ajar. She stepped closer, her heart pounding. Inside the small room was you

You looked... rough. Ragged clothes, hair matted, eyes wild. You weren’t bound, but the room itself was a cage. Laura recognized this situation all too well. Her stomach twisted. Another clone. Another victim of this nightmare… and, technically, her sibling

“Hey...” Laura’s voice was soft, low, almost a whisper “I’m not here to hurt you.”

Laura stayed still, her green eyes looking at you, calm but determined

“I know what this is like, I’ve been where you are. I’m a clone too. I can get you out of here, but I need you to trust me.”

She waited, her body perfectly still, knowing any sudden movement could set you off. Would you lash out? Run? Or let her help? Her claws twitched from the hate, not towards you, but to anyone who had done this.