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Weapon X: Man or Animal	By : AmandaJean Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > General Views: 1911 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, Nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Authoress Note: {talking} = means that it's in another language rather then the English you're reading it in. In this chapter it's Russian. This way it's easier for me because I don't speak Russian or even write in it, and easier for readers as well...
Chapter 12
It was close to twelve am by the time X-23 moved from the room they claimed was her own. Her very own room! She was mildly pleased with that, hindered only because of her confusion over the situation. Her mother’s letter to her was tucked away in its envelope and in the pocket of the gray sweater she was wearing. It was too warm, but she won’t do anything about it at the moment. Unimportant.
Her mind traveled to Weapon X though, and she found herself wondering how he was doing. And she wondered what right did weapons like herself as well as Weapon X had in this type of world? She frowned slightly at that, but that emotional show was quickly covered with a more neutral expression. Her wandering, despite how aimless it was taken her to a kitchen area with one person inside.
It was Professor Xavier himself, who happened to be fixing himself a sandwich on a counter that was lowered for his benefit. She noted that it was probably designed to be that way for the Professor. It was obvious to anyone. X-23 scanned the room for a moment before wondering if she should or shouldn’t be there.
“You can come in you know, you weren’t there for breakfast. You are aware that you can in fact eat with us if you want?” Professor Xavier calmly said as he turned to her, a loaf of bread sitting on his lap. He was obviously just getting the requirements for his meal.
“I did not require anything at the time.” X-23 said in a nearly detached tone and for his question she simply answered with a simple, “Yes.”
“I see. But you’re hungry now I assume.” Professor Xavier calmly took what she said and accepting it with a question of his own.
“Yes.” X-23 confirmed as she entered the kitchen, eyeing the knives and unconsciously noting how many different ways those would be used for when killing someone.
“Is there anything you prefer?” Professor Xavier asked. She thought about it for a moment, and in truth she never tasted anything she could smell in this room.
“I am unfamiliar with anything other then protein supplements.” X-23 calmly explained as she walked up to the sunken counter Professor Xavier was in the process of using. She picked up a jar.
“Sounds awfully flavorless, one thing I do enjoy is a great tasting meal. It’s sometimes a great pleasure to eat for the taste rather then the nourishment. In fact that is probably why deserts and tasty little treats were created quite some time ago.” Professor Xavier calmly said a kind smile and unassuming words. All designed to put her at ease, and soften the blow of her not knowing much.
Taking her attention away from Professor Xavier rather than replying to what he just said and read the label on the jar. Dell Pickles. Opening it up she sniffed the contents, her nose wrinkled slightly, but the scent wasn’t completely unpleasant. Just strong. Fishing out one pickle she noted what it felt like, what it smelt like and finally what it tasted like.
“Well?” Professor Xavier asked, she noted amusement in his tone. She gave him a blank stare, for some reason she wasn’t entirely too pleased with his amusement. But she did nothing, said nothing. He was unfamiliar to her, despite her knowing who he is. So she didn’t really bother too much with it. She finished the pickle without any hesitation and turned her attention to outside. She’s seen outside plenty, but never looked at it.
~ Man ~ Weapon ~ Animal ~
The man trembled, cowering in absolute beautifully portrayed fear he was the unlucky one who didn’t fall to the lethal pheromones almost lovingly nicknamed death spores. No his fate was worse; he would have to deal with the origin of those lethal pheromones one-on-one. Bodies laid discarded around the large dining room. A fancy chandelier swung gently back and forth. The man was rather pale; the scent of death and of course the scent of both piss and shit was in the air. Fear and death tended to do that, it wasn’t a pretty sight. But Arkady Rossovich now loved it more than most things.
Arkady of course was a serial killer, and mother Russia was of course his home country. He does not regret that, not by a long shot. Not even when he was captured by some unimportant Interpol agent and turned over to KGB and they wanted to recreate a super soldier similar to Captain America. The end results were not quite what they expected.
The result was Omega Red. Who Arkady Rossovich was, died during that experience. It was only Omega Red now.
And that all unavoidably led him here.
{You know something, comrade.} Omega Red said calmly as he approached the trembling man who was stuttering in both English and Russian, despite the fact that he was clearly a pure blooded Russian. And they said that we 'Russians were supposed to be a tough bunch,' Omega Red mused inwardly. This man who was cowering away from him as far as the smaller man could go was a disgrace, but Omega hardly cared about that. It was what the man knew that was important.
{You have to believe me! I…} The cowardly man stuttered, but was cut off by a cruel grip on his throat, Omega Red held on tightly with his bare hand. They were eye to eye and Omega Red knew the man hated to stare him in the eyes.
{Where is my Carbonadium Synthesizer.} Omega Red pushed, knowing the man was soon to break. Omega Red tightened his grip and watched as the man struggled to breathe for a good thirty seconds before releasing. Any longer this weakling would pass out.
{Its… I don’t know what happened to it! I put the X-Men on its trail! Last I heard… Last I heard they sent one man after it…} The cowering man spilled, Omega Red released him altogether and stood up putting a little bit of space between the two of them. It gave the man confidence enough that he might live. He didn’t know about the coils Omega Red would release and use to literally take the life right out of him.
{Who did these X-Men send?} Omega Red questioned as he pulled over a chair and sat down resting comfortably against a table next to him while eyeing the frightened man who obviously took the bait and was staring at him beseechingly.
{A man who goes by the name Wolverine, he’s… He’s also called Logan. Heard them address him by that name rather then his mutant name! Please… Please don’t kill me!} The cowering man explained and pleaded.
Omega Red ignored him as he mulled over the information he finally got out of this man after trying to get the others to spill it. Guess they didn’t know a thing, but at least they didn’t die for nothing. Their deaths helped sustain Omega Red’s life. Nodding to himself he sat up straight.
{So this Logan might have my Carbonadium Synthesizer.} Omega Red said, wanting one final confirmation to be sure.
{Yes! Yes! But I don’t know what he did with it. They gave him an order to destroy it! So I don’t know if it still is…} The cowering man practically yelped out, and Omega Red sat forward angrily.
{Destroy it!} Omega Red snapped, he couldn’t afford that! He needed the Carbonadium Synthesizer because it was the only thing that could stabilize his condition. It was also the only thing that can neutralize the ‘death factor’ so it didn’t affect him as much as it could affect others. Not only that, but it could be used to liquefy carbonadium so that it could be molded into new forms. Omega Red growled to himself, he was beyond angry. How dare those pompous nobodies! How dare they destroy what’s rightfully his! They will pay! And they will pay dearly for this.
{I’m sorry…} The cowering man pleaded, folding his hands in front of him in a begging manner. Omega Red normally would be amused by the sight, but now it disgusts him. Lifting one arm, the bottom of his wrist pointed at the man who seemed to be both confused and wary of the movement watched closely. Without warning a coil shot out and circled around the man who was now screaming and pleading loudly.
He didn’t get much of a chance to say much though, after all Omega Red’s grip tightened to the point you could literally hear popping of bones and other squishy bits. Dropping the broken and dead man Omega Red withdrew the metallic coil and walked towards the door briskly, outside several of his workers waited for him. They worked for free, their lives was good enough for them.
The second he got to his car he noticed a man in uniform, American. Omega Red’s eyes narrowed. And his workers were gone.
“Good evening, Mr. Rossovich. I trust everything went well for you in there.” The American said in English, Omega Red understood English perfectly well. He noted the man to be rather confident where he stood leaning against the car Omega Red came here in.
“Da.” Omega Replied, despite being in Russian it meant Yes and it was obvious that the American understood that well enough. Good, he hated translating what he said to non-Russian people.
“I doubt that Mr. Rossovich, the thing that you need and want was destroyed according to their information. Correct?” The American pointed out, smugly. He was playing confident like he had cards to hold over Omega Red. That was unacceptable, so he took a few steps towards the American ready to squeeze the life out of him with his bare hands. It would be more pleasing to do it that way. Hands were held up in a peace gesture.
“Vot do you know.” Omega Red demanded in English as well, he was pretty good at speaking it. A simple, but irritating language in his opinion. It held no class at all.
“Plenty. I’ve been looking over your situation, and came to a conclusion that would help us both out. You want the Carbonadium Synthesizer. I want Weapon X. And before you say anything, I have blueprints so I’m fully capable of having it built from the ground up. And capable of sustaining your condition.” The American explained. Americans, they seemed to think they knew everything. Omega Red thought irritably to himself. But it would be a lie to say that the American didn’t catch his attention.
“So I get Veapon X for you and you give me the Carbonadium Synthesizer, yes?” Omega Red summed up.
“That is exactly it.” The American confirmed with a nod. Omega Red thought it over for a moment, the sounds of sirens was heard now. He’s been at the whole interrogation for about ten hours now. That was the window he got. And it was now closing. It wasn’t a problem for Omega Red for obvious reasons, but he was surprised that the sirens slowed to a stop at a distance away.
“Very vell Mr.?” Omega Red agreed, though he addressed the American with a calculating politeness. After all, it wasn’t unheard of to be polite to the enemy even if you’re about to kill him within seconds. This American was safe from that, for the moment.
“Colonel William Stryker.” Stryker introduced himself, offering a hand and Omega Red was pleased to see the slight wince when it was taken in a handshake. People who knew his reputation didn’t seem to remember that he was quite capable of touching someone without them dying. Unless of course, Omega Red wanted them to, then they would die without question. Or if he needed to secrete his pheromones due to build up and the effect they unfortunately had on him.
“Colonel, you can call me Omega Red. Arkady Rossovich is counted as dead, agreed. And I vill get your veapon back, and you give me the Carbonadium Synthesizer. If not. Then you vill learn vhy you don’t cross me.” Omega Red stated, it was obvious now that he agreed to the situation. But mark his words, he would kill the American and anyone else who gets in his way should he even catch the slightest hint of betrayal.
“Perfect. I have a jet waiting for us at the airport about five miles from here. Do you mind if we leave now?” Stryker nearly wheedled, obviously pleased that things so far were going as planned. Omega Red calmly noted that as he started to feel the slow leeching affect his own death factor has against him, he would have to tend to that again later on. But for now he answered the American Colonel with a simple,

“Da, let us go then.”
With that Stryker led them to an unmarked vehicle; surprisingly it was the American himself who drove the car rather than relying on personal drivers. Omega Red got in on the passenger side. Omega Red was being filled in on his living expenses and the fact that his passport and everything of that sort was already taken care of so it wouldn’t have to be handled at the small airport or within the United States itself. A brief case was handed to Omega Red; he was delighted to see the detailed information about the X-Men as well as Weapon X in it. On top was a part of the blueprint of the Carbonadium Synthesizer. So far, it matched what he remembered about it.
One thing was for sure, the American Colonel Stryker was lucky Omega Red didn’t have to release his lethal pheromones at this second, but soon he would have to.
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