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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 12
Such a simple question, with such a complicated answer. Victor hated that ‘Logan’ asked, hated that ‘Logan’ had the sheer audacity to even utter the nickname of his brother. His brother! ‘Logan’ had no right, none at all! Victor snarled. His vision threatened to go white as his rage firmly took hold. How dare he!
“Well?” Logan asked, not really liking the instant shift from annoyance to sheer anger. Logan could practically smell the rage coming off of him and nearly hear Sabretooth’s heart pounding as adrenaline seemed to set in. All the signs point to a fight, one that no doubt would change the area’s appearance from being a common gas station in the middle of no where to a battle field where blood and flesh feed worms.
The snarl turned to a growl but was cut off as Victor turned his attention to the sounds of vehicles. Someone was coming; this was not the best place for this showdown. Pity, he would love to show the ungrateful good for nothing sack of shit where his place was and why he should be more careful in what he asked.
“Damn…” Victor snarled as he eyed the cars with absolute distrust. He sniffed the air. Something wasn’t right; he didn’t even hear the sounds of the nosy fools in the small gas station anymore. He couldn’t completely figure out how that was possible. When did they leave? Victor didn’t like it; his instincts told him they were here too long. Too much time was wasted on the runt’s poor timing, and now they could be in for trouble. Damn. He cursed ‘Logan’ for the thousandth time today.
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Rachael cursed slightly, she was in a lot of trouble and this was her last chance to redeem herself. And she will not fail this time! With her was five mutants who were in complete control of Stryker and his orders even though he wasn’t with her. Coward. And each of them looked inhuman with either physical traits but all of them with an emotionless expression on their faces and complete coldness in their eyes. She shivered to herself because of it.
Mutant 02-06, he was a mutant who had the ability to control sound. He had to have a muzzle on at all times until time came to use him against an enemy, a mere whisper could make ears bleed. His skin was normal like a human, but he possessed small ears. She figured it was to protect his own hearing to some degree from his ability. His number was tattooed right into his left arm. Faintly she couldn’t help but note the similarities to what happened to Jews in that department. Even the number’s meant something, she read that he was a level two mutant, not as much of a threat as some other mutants they gone after. He was the sixth mutant in that ward. Chosen for this mission because of his ability and its use against keen hearing.
Mutant 01-11, she was a mutant who had the ability to generate acid out of her very pores at whatever quantity she pleased or more correctly how much they pleased. She had protective gear on so her handlers wouldn’t be harmed. She always had a thin sheen of acid on her skin. Rachael noted to herself that she saw that she had the ability to actually shoot the acid at you while watching a short video on each mutant. Her skin was hardened with a glass like appearance, and as fragile as normal skin. She had no hair; the acid ate it off her body when her mutation gene took hold. Her medical history said that she was operated on so that she would never be used to produce offspring. They didn’t need her for that. Her number was on her right arm.
Mutant 01-30, he was a mutant similar to Mutant 01-11 only that he was able to give off thick fumes of poison. His skin was a sickly white to it and his hair had tints of purple, misguiding in its simple beauty much like most poisonous plants and animals. He was usually within a gas chamber, but the vaccine that staved off the affects protected those around him in the van. He was the only one who didn’t rebel against his handlers from the start. Broken by his own mutation. She noted that his number was on his right arm as well.
Mutant 2-28, she was a mutant who looked fragile because few could really get close to her other then her handlers. She was trained so that she would protect anyone she was ordered to protect by a rather unique ability to generate electric force field that few could get by. She was mute, and from the notes Rachael read she didn’t even utter a whisper of pain when tested on.
There were soldiers with her in both this van and the ones that followed, all familiar with dealing with these mutants should anything happen. She was armed with a special weapon, one that cost up to one million dollars to create. She had three bullets, so she knew she would have to make them count. The bullets would deliver ten incurable cancers through a pressurized delivery system. The affect would take hold instantly even if the mutant had a healing factor. Apparently they tested that theory on X-23. Whoever that was.
“Ma’am. We’ll be arriving in two minutes.” One soldier said over his shoulder, he hated having to drive in the same van as those freaks. They did nothing but creep him out.
“Fine. Okay mutants, let’s get ready to go to work shall we?” Rachael stated clearly, making sure they all heard her even the one who had very small ears. She checked her weapon for the final time and made sure the new weapon with the cancer bullets was easy accessible.
She didn’t expect them to say anything, but they did seem more alert and sat up straighter. Ready and willing to cause mayhem. She couldn’t help but let a small smile escape her painted red lips. She looked out the window and spotted Weapon X with someone else, the aggravating and now getting in the way Sabretooth. Now that she had full access to the files, she knew exactly who the larger feral was. She couldn’t help but sneer because of it. 'How sweet…' She thought to herself, the bullets were meant for Sabretooth. Slow big brother down to gain access to the little brother who was the main target here.
She didn’t have orders to capture Sabretooth. Which was fine, her problem and the source of her need for revenge was Weapon X himself. The van stopped, she was first off. And with the scope on her gun made her accuracy all the better. She aimed as the mutants were exiting the van and disappeared into the trees. They were no doubt going to come out behind them.
“Fire on my command.” She ordered as others with larger guns then her more expensive guns aimed.
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Logan let out a long snarl towards Sabretooth. This whole situation was stressing, and the fact that he didn’t even know who this ‘Jimmy’ was if he even existed, wasn’t helping at all. Not to mention, Sabretooth’s attention was directed away from this situation. His attention was foolishly on Sabretooth rather then on what he probably should be paying attention to. Only when he heard a feminine voice command, “Fire!” followed by loud gunshots.
Sabretooth ducked, most missed him except for a few in his hip and stomach. Red instantly soaked the larger feral’s hand and dripped to the ground as he crouched down to get out of the way of bullets. Logan was in the chest and throat. Red soaked his white thinning wife-beater and quickly running down to soak his jeans. Logan snarled. How dare they! How dare they shoot him! Claws still out and ready Logan was fully prepared to charge the wench. Rare did he consider woman in any other name aside from woman or girl, but this one was really starting to piss him off. Almost as much as that blue broad does. Mystique was her name; he only learnt it for one reason. He needed to know who to watch out for or kill should that action be required.
He took one step forward when a loud sound caused his body to crumple to the ground as his eardrums started to bleed from bursting painfully. Due to his keen senses he nearly blanked out, the only thing that kept him conscious was the feral blinding rage that was setting in quickly.
And even quicker he went from being Logan the asshole, to being Wolverine the berserker. And like a frenzied animal and ancient Norse warriors, he was uncontrollable when in this sort of rage. A thin line that might have existed between enemy and ally was completely gone in his blinded rage. Any words he could have said would only come out as growled imitations.
“Ba… mistake.” Wolverine snarled, words blending together with the snarl. They asked for it! They deserve it! And Wolverine will deliver it personally!
Up on shaky feet, which only served to anger him further, Wolverine blindly attacked. His rage made him reckless, and reckless meant mistakes. His nose picked up the scents too late as he passed several trees in pursuit of his unseen enemy. Something burning hit him, and the pain only served to fuel his rage. He could see the shine of metal in his arms and knew instinctively that his ribs were now shining and exposed to the air. Wolverine only dimly noted that he was still burning, melting even.
Wolverine let out a roar and charged the enemy who attacked him with what he faintly recognized as acid, uncaring if the assailant struck him again. And only at this point did he notice that it was a mutant with a sadistic expression on her face as she shot more acid towards him. This time he dodged and kept charging her. Unaware of the vegetation around him being killed off by a poison that wasn’t visible to the naked eye, or even to keen eyesight like his. Only the burning of his nose told him that something was wrong.
He was going to have to calm down; he was going to have to think this through. Wolverine broke off his charge and took off deeper into the forest where he stopped by a stream to wash the exposed injuries quickly, ignoring how they stung and took this time to surveillance his surroundings. Faintly he found himself concerned for Sabretooth, which was odd because this was the first time he ever remembered feeling concerned for that animal.
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Victor Creed snarled angrily, unsure where ‘Logan’ was at the moment but his senses picked up the scent of blood. He had to remind himself that it was ‘Logan’s’ blood and not ‘Jimmy’s’ blood. Not his brothers. But that didn’t kill the instincts he thought and hoped were long dead despite his half attempt to assist the fool. Victor dug the bullets out himself, ignoring the stinging bite of his claws as he did so. It didn’t matter. It didn’t.
Victor snarled angrily. His nose picked up the scent of mutants. Weapons. Snarling Victor cursed his brother for irrational behavior, which was a new one because it was always ‘Jimmy’ who was cursing him. Shaking his head he cursed at himself for making the mistake of considering the fool who took off in frenzy as his brother; make the mistake once and it never leaves. And Victor already dug that grave now. No going back.
He sprinted across the highway and ran on all fours towards the vans, dodging bullets as he did so. The frail, she was taking more care in aiming. Why? Victor managed to get behind a van before he could find out why, which was a good thing because he heard her curse at missing. Not to mention apparently those bullets were expensive. Why? Victor lightened his step as he itched towards the soldiers who were slowly creeping towards him. A cruel smile crossed his features as he met two of them.
“Good work soldiers.” Victor sneered as his claws that were already stained with his own blood became the last thing the two soldiers saw as Victor introduced them to the afterworld personally. The blood sent him into a violent frenzy as he attacked every soldier that was within the area. Killing five of them within three minutes. He was good at what he did. He was shot a few times, but nothing happened.
But when he felt a bullet hit him square in the chest from the frail, he knew it was different. Pain erupted throughout his body and everything felt wrong, dangerously wrong.
“Cancer bullets, Mr. Creed. A gift from me to you.” Rachael sneered as she watched as the affect took hold immediately. What she didn’t count on was the rage she saw flash in those cold eyes, it reminded her of hatred only colder.
“You… You bitch… I’ll kill you…” Victor gasped angrily as he struggled with his own weakening body as whatever those cancer bullets were exactly took his strength from him. He heard a few chuckles and snarled angrily. He only had the energy for one last attack. Only one. Reaching out with speed he somehow still possessed he took hold of her throat and squeezed.
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