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Return of Weapon X	By : AmandaJean Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > General Views: 1210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10
Stryker cursed loudly, he was beyond angry. One simple little mission to bring back one stupid ungrateful weapon was blown straight to hell! He paced angrily in his office, he cursed the day he crossed paths with the brothers in that cell. He had the faint idea of either leaving them or separating them and just taking the younger brother into his beloved project and let things be like that. But no, he got greedy and wanted both siblings to fight for him in Team X. Needlessly said, that didn’t go well.
He sent more then enough to bring down twelve terrorists in order to capture Weapon X! And only half came back all thanks to Weapon X and Victor Creed who for the past year or so was going by Sabretooth again. The blond feral who tried to steal that name was killed rather horrifically and Stryker enjoyed looking at the pictures to some degree. One less mutant. One less spawn of the devil.
In the waiting room sat the leader of the team. He knew her since she was young, but that couldn’t stop him from being firm with her. She failed, and that would require a lot of explaining to do then a reprimand. He had to reform a team, one with the same force but with unique abilities. Not to mention with weapons specialized for Weapon X, those would hold enough of a punch to be useful against both Victor Creed as well as Weapon X.
Swirling around a glass of whisky in contemplation he looked over surveillance photos that were taken of the two together during this mission and frowned. It looked as though Victor Creed was leading Weapon X out amongst the spray of bullets, carelessly shot at the two of them. It faintly made him wish Agent Zero was still alive, but he wasn’t. Weapon X saw to that. At least with Agent Zero the bullet hit the mark. They were heading to a random vehicle. Lucky for the good Sergeant Rachael Rolland, she had enough sense of putting trackers in each vehicle in the area. They removed the unnecessary trackers after the two mutants escaped.
Stryker’s eyes fell on the photo they got of the two of them escaping into the building that they used as shelter until they stole a car. Victor Creed was leading Weapon X by the wrist.
“Just like old days eh?” Stryker mocked into his drink as he downed the rest in a couple of gulps. Setting the glass down he picked the photo up and examined it, he was aware that Victor Creed would have led his brother away from trouble like that before Stryker even came across them. It was a brothers sort of thing to do he imagined. So it was no surprise to see such an action amongst the two estranged brothers. Still, it was a slight shocker when standing the photo up against their brief history of being enemies after the whole Liberty Island thing and Magneto.
Before that point, Stryker wasn’t entirely positive if they crossed paths. Most likely not, records would have shown it in property damage no doubt. And from records he scavenged for after Liberty Island to present date showed they had a very volatile history. Ten civilians died during their scraps, one young Mariko from Tokyo who records shown had a off and on again relationship with Weapon X since five years before Professor Xavier came along in the weapons life. The crime scenes were brutal to look at; even Stryker had to turn away. Barely anything was left of the poor woman after Victor Creed was finished with her. And from the property damage, Weapon X was far from happy.
He wondered how things will go for the two violent feral mutants now. Hopefully they would fight and waist time in order for Stryker to catch up. Well, his team to catch up. He wasn’t foolish enough to go head to head in any way with either mutant. He let out a slight snort of disgust; feral mutants were nothing more then animals in human skin. Worse then other mutants in his opinion.
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Victor Creed winced inwardly at the pain; bullets never really got that easy to deal with. They hurt. But that never stopped him from charging someone despite the fact that they were shooting at him, shooting him. Pain set him on edge; it riled him and made him thirst for revenge. He knew the leader of the little mission was a frail. He would gain his revenge in the cruelest of ways. He will. That was a promise.
‘Logan’ was in the passenger seat healing, though he was a quicker healer then Victor was but not as quick as he used to be due to the adamantium. That didn’t change the fact that he was a pup. Only a mere pup. And to be treated as such and Victor could be the one who trains this pup in how to behave. And questioning Victor is a definite wrong way to act, especially before going into the situation they did in order to get out.
“You didn’ kill all o’ them runt.” Victor purred out past his own pain, and it came out mockingly cold. A tone he found himself rarely using with ‘Jimmy’ but this wasn’t his brother. This was ‘Logan’, the foolish pup who was standing in his brother’s place and wearing his brother’s skin. A place he didn’t belong. And Victor called ‘Logan’ runt for one reason only, ‘Logan’ was younger then Victor and younger then ‘Jimmy’. ‘Logan’ was less important to him then ‘Jimmy’ was. So the insulting name runt fit perfectly. Size didn’t come into the factor here.
A snarl was heard from his side and Victor grinned cruelly. ‘Logan’ was so easy to get going.
“I ain’t like you, so why would I want to. We got away, tha’s that.” Logan snarled, what was with the attitude he was getting. So he didn’t kill everyone, it didn’t change the fact that they got away and managed to do it in a timely fashion. He couldn’t get over the scent of Sabretooth though, it was nearly like his excluding the old scent of blood covered by fresh blood, sex good chance it was one-sided and whatever he decided to eat for the past week. All the other scents plus the city’s scent made it hard for him to figure out why it smelt familiar nearly like how related people smelled. He couldn’t be related to Sabretooth could he?! He hoped not, who would want to be related to this monster?
“Sure ya ain’t.” Victor snorted, so familiar this conversation. But in truth, they weren’t alike at all. Him and ‘Jimmy’ was. ‘Logan’ was an outsider and a stranger who was going to die. Victor would rip him away piece by piece if he had to.
A snarl. Victor grinned broadly as he sped down a street before turning to another and another, dodging cars and forcing bystanders to dodge him. They would need to switch vehicles and most likely drive in a random direction as far away from wherever this car will be ditched. He couldn’t take any chances.
“I ain’t.” Logan insisted angrily as he snarled angrily and nearly snapped at Sabretooth every time he nearly hit someone or something. Too familiar. He kept getting hints of him sitting in another car bickering with someone on how to drive without nearly killing everyone else. But who was doing the driving? And when was this? Logan shook his head angrily and sat up straight, arms crossed and scowled.
“Explain why ya tend to not follow rules, how ya can kill some weakling ‘n attack without hesitation.” Victor pointed out casually as he slowed down after deciding which car to highjack so they could get farther away. He was curious on why the so called X-Men weren’t trying to help his brother’s imposter out? He’ll make sure to ask later on. When they were away from this place. When they weren’t threatened to be shot at right away. Which it might take a bit, he could hear sirens. And that was always a bad sign. They would have to drive carefully and follow the rules to fit in.
“I’m the best there is at what I do, that’s why. And the people I kill are evil s.o.b’s who deserve it.” Logan growled angrily, sitting up straighter as soon as they started to slow down. The sirens were holding his attention as well.
“Uh-huh. Right whatever ya say runt. Whatever helps ya sleep at night.” Victor said, he couldn’t help but taunt ‘Logan’. The runt was just too easy, far too easy. Easier then ‘Jimmy’ was. Victor eyed the car that he wanted, it was nice. Clean and was the type that could blend in.
A growl but nothing else was said. That caused Victor to chuckle as he stopped the car.
“What’re you doin’?” Logan said angrily as he watched Sabretooth stop the car fully and start to get out. Logan opened the door on instinct, his keen senses on high alert and waiting for just about anything to happen. Anything that he would have to react to without seconds notice.
“We’re switching cars, an’ getting clean cloths.” Victor stated matter-of-factly. He even went so far to have the clear expression that spelt out ‘duh’ on his face as he eyed the runt for a moment before approaching the car. Car first. Then cloths. There were priorities, and getting away first was one of them.
“And how are we goin’ to do that?” Logan growled as he followed after Sabretooth reluctantly, only catching himself in his odd willingness to just follow this man. Why?! He was Logan’s enemy; Logan should be cutting his losses now and going off on his own! But his feet kept going in the same direction. How he hated that!
Victor found it oddly pleasing that the runt simply followed him blindly. For all the runt knew, he could be leading him right into a trap but lucky for him Victor wasn’t. Chuckling slightly as he managed to open the door without causing too much damage. The window was down enough for him to squeeze a part of his arm in and his claws became very useful in hooking onto the lock in order to pull it up. As soon as the door was open he got in and unlocked the passenger’s door. It was an older model and not one of the newer more annoying cars to drive. He could hotwire it easy. But first, he checked around for the keys just to be on the safe side.
None so he went ahead and hotwired the car.
“Where ‘n the hell did ya learn that?” Logan growled, not really caring all that much but finding himself asking anyway. Why would he willingly start any sort of conversation with his enemy? It was stupid!
“Picked it up a while ago.” Victor answered as the car started up with a healthy sound. It wouldn’t die on him too soon. The owner must have been alerted because he came out yelling. Victor drove off. Lucky man, Victor could have killed him to silence his annoying voice. But ‘Logan’ would no doubt be in a bitchy mood because of it and that would ruin any chances of killing ‘Logan’ and saving ‘Jimmy’ from the people out to get his little brother.
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