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Weapon X: Man or Animal	By : AmandaJean Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > General Views: 1911 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11
It was safe to say that Victor was not proud of his lack of tending to his own needs; it was very unlike him and not natural. Since the first war he fought in, Victor found time to tend to his own needs, on hunts and missions he found time for his own needs. Yet, sitting in a room with two cages for twelve hours he couldn’t bring himself to tend to his own needs and because of that he was left showering a mess he was downright ashamed of making. And smelling his own mess and his own shame only got him angry. It was pathetic! It was something that shouldn’t have happened at all!
Snarling angrily he crossed his arms angrily and simply stood under the hot spray of his shower ignoring everything else and willing the soft footsteps outside his door from the elf away. Eventually they the sound of footsteps could be heard walking away, but only after a good five minutes of indecision and hesitation. Pathetic. He was clean now, and was thankful for that. He won’t screw up like that again. Not again. Just like he lost all control and killed that hippie family, ate that hippie family. Well parts of the hippie’s and unfortunately that included the infant.
He could hear a new voice down the hall. And instantly he recognized it as the clones. How come she could wander around and Jimmy couldn’t?!
~ Man ~ Weapon ~ Animal ~
As soon as her conversation with the Professor of this building was finished, Doctor Hank McCoy took her to a room claiming it to be her very own room. X-23 found herself still sitting in that room she never expected to be able to sit in on her own whim and her own choice, but it was hers.
She usually stayed within a holding cell that was white from the ceiling to the floor. Benches that doubled as beds were her only source of comfort. She knew that she had better living quarters than Weapon X did though, but he fought them harder than she did. She grew up this way, it was normal. Weapon X obviously didn’t understand that, despite the fact that he is what she’s cloned from. It was confusing to say the least. And she didn’t handle confusion well, but then again she didn’t handle emotions very well at all.
Sitting in front of her on the floor and unfolded was the letter. The letter her mother wrote her by hand. All meant for her. X-23 didn’t even question whether or not it’s a fake. She could smell her mother’s scent on it
'“Please forgive me. Even as I write the words, they ring so hollow. My mistakes… No, my choices… They cannot be undone, much less forgiven. How all this came to pass… And the truth about Weapon X. Had it ended there, would I be less a monster? Or more? Would I even know the difference? Of course I don’t have to tell you about monsters. Your life is defined by monsters…”'
Please forgive me; those words kept catching her attention when her gaze fell onto the letters for the five hundredth time since they were handed to her to read for her first time. Her mother, her mother’s words were pleading with her to forgive her. The letter spoke of her life up to the point where she was given one more order. One more mission.
To kill again.
She killed other little clones tucked away in small containers and she knew they would have grown to be her. To be Weapon X’s clones an army of living weapons. A small perhaps soon to be dead voice whispered to her how wrong it was. How wrong it was for her to be like that. But she couldn’t link that with anything, so she didn’t act on it. She was so confused.
Down the hall she could hear talking, woman. Adults. Laughing? X-23 tilted her head slightly and listened, sulfur met the air suddenly down the hall with a popping sound. Laughing stopped. She turned her attention away from them. The security here was lax; she could escape at any moment she chooses to. Would they stop her? Yes? No? She didn’t know, but she had to assume they would. With the technology they had within this place told her how prepared they were for situations.
Down below this floor she was on, was Weapon X. Why was he still down there and she up here? Closing her eyes she could still remember times with him and times with a hologram of him. The hologram she wanted to hold his hand, she even reached out and let her hand hover within the hologram of his hand. She saw it in the book her mother read to her many times. Even though it was only a hologram she still reached out. Why?
One of the times they finished a mission, they were left alone for a good fifteen minutes, but by then they were both exhausted from constantly being shot and stabbed and beaten by anything not bolted to the ground. Everyone was slaughtered and they successfully carried it out. She was eight months younger than she is now. She was twelve. Weapon X’s DNA was kept from his escape a little over fifteen years ago.
'X-23 was not familiar with what to do when a mission was completed and no one was actually there to pick her up, and to further put her out of her element she wasn’t alone this mission. Crouched four feet away from her position was Weapon X himself, there were more controlling devices on him then on her. She was well trained, he was controlled. There was a rather nasty looking hook stuck in her side, she couldn’t get it out without damaging herself further and in enemies territory it wasn’t too good to do. They will do that when taking it out at the faculty most likely. So there wasn’t anything to worry about.
The scent of death was about the only thing she could smell now. She had to use her eyes and her ears. Feeling a light touch to the hook buried in her side caught her attention and she found herself looking up into the red glass of the helmet Weapon X wore during exercises or missions. She noted there was no expression on his face if the fact that his lips remained in a straight line and not frowning or smiling was anything to go by.
Snikt
She didn’t flinch or anything when she heard that sound, others would though. That was the sound of trouble coming your way, despite being nothing more than a clone and a weapon she knew that to be fact.
A quick slice of one end of the hook was all that those claws cut away though, and just like that they were gone. Weapon X pulled the hook out, more care than she expected from anybody and unceremoniously dropped to the bloody floor. She kept staring up at him, but his attention was drawn towards the large hanger doors as they started to slide open. She turned her attention there as well. Their ride was there.'
That was the only time she could remember a moment like that with Weapon X and she knew he probably suffered for it later on if the loud growls and rare scream was any proof at all. The helmet records everything he sees. And with it they controlled everything Weapon X was to do or doing, or at least it was supposed to. They failed to completely control him.
Was that a good thing? X-23 didn’t know, she couldn’t understand completely. Everything here was so different then what she was used to back at the faculties. Different rules. Different beliefs. People weren’t being hurt, killed or cut open. It was weird.
~ Man ~ Weapon ~ Animal ~
Stryker was beyond angry; he was being stonewalled because of the loss of Weapon X and X-23. In the rational part of his mind, he could understand why, but it was without saying that he wasn’t the most rational person in the world anymore. Perhaps he was back when Team X was still under his thumb, but after embarrassment and failures he wasn’t so reasonable.
He will have to figure out a way to get either Weapon X back or both. And he will have to figure out how to do it without Government funding; he will make them see that they should have given him more money and backing in this. Perhaps he will send Weapon X to their houses. Folding his hands on the desk just before the folders with a few people that might be handy to use.
One of them was going to be tricky because of his abilities because of him being a mutant. This mutant had superhuman strength, speed, stamina, durability, agility and reflexes. Also, with the deadly bonus of the ability to secrete pheromones from his body that result in the weakness or death of normal humans in his immediate vicinity. It would be fatal to Stryker especially if he didn’t have what this guy would want. And that wasn’t an easy thing to do. He had the designs of what the man needed in the folder and believed that he could rebuild it.
Within the other folder was an old Team X member known now as none other than Deadpool. But dealing with him was like dealing with a horrible skin rash mixed with an ear ache on top of a migraine. It wasn’t pleasant, so he really wasn’t looking forward to even considering picking up the phone number and phoning this guy. What was he thinking, listing his name and address in the phonebook anyway! The guy was completely off his rocker to say the least.
The third folder was someone with abilities just like Weapon X, and from what Stryker gathered in the few conversations that didn’t have him either being drugged by pheromones or nearly killed, this individual was the bastard son of Wolverine and a Japanese girl the boy didn’t mention. Stryker doubted he will use this one either though. Too many unexplained things about the boy who if the truth was said was close to around sixty years old.
Stryker scanned the three folders to three psychopaths with dread. The third one probably won’t be as bad as long as Stryker manages to keep the sixty year old interested, and if Weapon X was involved he probably would be. But like he figured before, too many unexplained things involved for Stryker to use him. After all, if he was born when he said he was born and if his mother died at birth or was she murdered. How did the sixty year old come into another family’s care and why does he hate Weapon X so much? The sixty year old worked for himself, and did what he wanted without asking anyone.
Deadpool was just plainly a bad idea because he didn’t want a guy who on one occasion tried to put a dog collar on Weapon X when he was Logan and a cat collar on Victor Creed. Who glued Agent Zero’s clothing to the wall in rather disgusting positions and dyed Bradley’s underwear pink. Vandalized Stryker’s desk just because nothing good was on the television and he didn’t want to watch things in black and white anymore instead he wanted color. How the guy came up with actual things to happen was beyond Stryker. He still has to figure out who Stan Lee was. That and he had a tendency to ask for unnatural payments. C4 at one time and pancakes another and a pool filled with jelly beans. Hopefully if Stryker did hire him this time he will ask for money. Just money and nothing else. But knowing his luck, Deadpool will ask for something odd.
No as sad as it was his only choice at the point was his own soldiers as well as his number one choice.
“Mrs. Jones, could you get the scientists working on the Carbonadium Synthesizer as soon as possible. And make sure it’s working within the week.” Stryker ordered through the phone to his new assistant who surprisingly was still working for him, despite the Government not backing him. He would have to be careful, the last thing he needed was to find out she was actually working for that backwards moron Nick Fury in SHIELD.
~ Cameo of said character~
The chair he was sitting on was rather comfortable if he said so himself. The television in front of him, however, just went on and on about presidents and mutant affairs and human movements. It was rather comfortable though, even though it was made out of C4!
This is definitely better than the meat suite!
The meat suite was your idea!
Was not!
“Was too. I wonder what there is for movies today?” Deadpool said as he leant over and fetched the newspaper that was open revealing the Sunday funnies. Flipping through it he quickly found the television section and scanned through the movies.
“Damn nothing on.” Deadpool whined as he threw the newspaper over his shoulder only for it to land behind his C4 chair. The lack of employment really sucked! Deadpool really had to figure out what to do next.
Become an X-Man!
That’s not the smartest idea, you’re supposed to be the one coming up with all the good ideas. I’m generally the side that warns him about things like the fact that his toast is burning…
“That’s a great idea! Wait – What. No! My toast. Why didn’t you warn me earlier!” Deadpool yelled as he took off towards the small and cramped kitchen that had last week’s dinner sitting on top of the fridge. It was a science experiment, was not his original idea, but he went with it nonetheless. Better then hallucinating about weird things.
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