“Lola,” the voice bellowed, “Yer rent is three months due girlie. You wanna stay in this here lot, ya gots ta pay up.”
“Fine leaving.” Wolverine emerged from the camper wearing daisy dukes and an oversized plaid shirt that she hadn’t buttoned properly. It was the most decent outfit she could find.
She paused for a moment when she saw the man. He looked a little like Victor Creed, only, if possible, he was much more of a red neck.
“Lola wait.” screamed the man. “Ya wanna stay ya gots to pay.”
“I know,” said Lola. “that’s why I’m leaving."
The man ran up to her and lowered his voice. “C’mon babe. You know I’m just putting on a show so the other tenants don’t know bouts our arrangement.”
“Arrangement,” said Lola, lifting an eyebrow.
“Yah. You can just pay the way ya always do. With yer body.”
At this point she elbowed him in the chest. Apparently her less muscular more boney arm still had some adamantium in it, because Victor collapsed. Lola suddenly had a very unfamiliar feeling. Her anger normally brings berserker rage to the edge of her subconscious. She felt something, but it wasn’t rage. It was more of a passion. She repressed the sickening urges and moved forward.
Wolverine walked down the road. The trailer park was in a forested area. It looked very familiar. Then she saw a tree. Not just any tree, one she had marked with her claws. She popped her claws and compared the marks. That’s when it hit her. She was in bigger trouble then she realized. The trailer park is in the same geographic location where the Xavier mansion is supposed to be.