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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 13
Pain. Excruciating pain! Victor never imagined that cancer would cause so much agony, he barely had time to kill the frail before he had to limp off and figure out a way to escape and get that amnesiac uncontrolled fool who was now somewhere else altogether. Though first things first, himself. He had to get away. He had to heal! He hated that he could barely even crawl away. He could practically hear the soldiers following after him, murderous intentions each one of them. Guess they didn’t like him killing the little frail like he did.
Victor dragged a gun with him and was fully prepared to use it; he was good with weapons just as he was good at using his claws. He couldn’t bare looking at himself, he could see from his body the affects cancer was having on his skin, everything. The bullets didn’t just put the cancer in one spot of his body it seemed to spread throughout his body as though he was shot a million times. Granted Victor wasn’t also the greatest in how diseases worked, he never had to worry about them before.
He could hear choppers coming, and he knew they were military ones from the way they sounded and the speed they were coming. Usually he would be able to pick out what they were by that alone but he had other things to worry about. One thing was for sure, he could tell that there was chances of more soldiers.
“Lovely Creed. Wha’ did ya get yourself into this time…” Victor complained with a pained gasp as he ducked into a cave to hide and wait the cancer out. He had no choice; he was no use to anything at the moment. Go figure, the first time he tried to be a nice he gets shot with a cancer bullet. He’s never being nice again. He did feel better at being able to shoot at the soldiers hunting him, each of them getting killed on first or second shot.
Victor aimed where it would cause a slow death. A painful death. Sometimes he simply aimed for the heads or the crotches.
“… take care of anyone who gets in our way…”
His words. He knew that too be a fact, take care of anyone who gets in their way. And Victor could do that, despite the pain in his body he smiled cruelly and he kept shooting. Though the pain and the sheer need to kill them managed to distract him for a split second before he heard the dooming sound of something being shot towards him. His only thought before it hit and a loud explosion rang in his ears and erupted his every nerve ending with even more pain was, 'shit…'
He could feel himself get thrown back, but the impact against the deeper parts of the cave was more numb then anything. And for once, he was grateful for the numbness. Not so much for the loss of light as the explosion caused the entrance of the cave he took refuge in ended up caving in on itself. That meant he wouldn’t be able to go through with his plan, he wouldn’t be able to kill ‘Logan’ and get his brother back like a good brother should.
‘Logan’ was on his own now. Echo’s of his own words he spoke that day seemed to replay themselves in pieces and as whole. The day he declared Jimmy as his brother, because they were brothers. By blood, by pack.
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Wolverine panted angrily as he kept his body flat against a large bolder. There was more then the two that originally attacked him with both sound and acid. The vegetation in the area was completely dead and his lungs hurt from breathing in whatever he was breathing in. It was most likely a poison of some sort. He wouldn’t be surprised if his appearance showed that he was starting to feel the affects of the poison.
Not only that, his healing factor was starting to get dangerously overused and that left him more vulnerable to the affect of that poison. In the end that was what led him to this position in the first place, a position of hiding. He needed to catch his breath and think; there were at least four mutants who were either emotionless or sadistic hunting him down. He couldn’t touch them because unfortunately one of the mutants who was attacking him mutation was creating walls of sorts, force field’s he figured which made it next to impossible for him to get to them. So he would have to figure out a way to separate them and pick them off one by one.
Snarling angrily Wolverine tightened his fists and took off, dodging acid as it was thrown at him. They followed. Wolverine let out a grim smile as he weaved through tree’s leading deeper and deeper into the forest. Good luck in fishing him out of the forest at this point. They were in his terrain, and faintly he wondered about Sabretooth. His thought’s despite how teetering they were between his barely held rationality and the berserker or animal as he known it as, were put into further turmoil as pain filled his body as acid ate into his back revealing a metallic spin and ribs.
Wolverine hit the ground and hard. His mind was barely able to focus on anything at the moment and he let out an angry roar while he forced himself back to his feet and ducking around a tree. His back was still melting! And he had to smother another cough as vegetation died here as well. The one who seemed to have been causing the poison was too close, and away from the force field creating mutant.
Wolverine lunged, sinking his claws deep into the chest cavity of that mutant who for a split second looked almost grateful. Wolverine frowned at that as he let the body drop from his clawed grip. Wolverine let out a grim but cruel grin as a response to the slight shock the mutants who were hunting him.
“’ats right clowns.” Wolverine growled out, they knew they were vulnerable to him. And they knew that they had to step up their game, and they had to do it fast before Wolverine finished them as well.
They attacked, Wolverine dodged. Ignoring how his flesh hurt badly as his innards were becoming liquid like the rest of his flesh. It wasn’t until he started to lose mobility did he take further notice in it, and thanks to their rash thinking the force field wielding one managed to use that force field to fling him back a few yards and into water. Usually you would require a little bit more then simply water, but with his healing factor it helped stop the effects and start the healing sooner then later. Thankfully.
And swimming to a more secluded spot on the river was a chore in itself; after all you try to swim with an anvil on your back plus injuries. In fact it was a struggle to just be able to stay up enough to breathe when his injuries made mobility harder and so his metal was dragging him underwater easier. Snarling angrily he stayed low to the ground, army style. The way he was taught by experiences unknown to him. But he must have done it enough that it was drilled right into his instincts. And that gave him an advantage at the moment in figuring out where they were by scent, hearing and eyesight.
They were north-east from his position and moving in his general direction. He could use that to his advantage, there was no time to really plan for Guerrilla-Tactics but one. No direct conflict with a large group, and in doing it that way he could by chance tire them out enough for them to call off pursuit. And three was considered large in his situation given their abilities of sound, force field and acid. The poison one was killed or dying. Most likely killed though, after all Wolverine was very good at what he did and that always set him apart from other people.
'“Trust me, I’ve been through worse.” He said, his bare body on a cold slab with the sounds of people working around him and the knowledge of water beneath him. He agreed to this. He wanted to get revenge. And he regretted that he had to
“No you haven’t.” A young doctor said blond and close to emotionless eyes of someone who was strictly a doctor stared back at him. If he wanted to he could have probably found regret there, but that would have felt false. So he left it as is.'
Logan shook his head angrily as he moved quietly along, he didn’t know what that was or what he was seemingly agreeing to but he decided that he obviously didn’t know what he was getting into at the time and at this point didn’t care. He had more important things to tend to then play with teasing memories hinted at his life before he lost his memories.
They were pretty much right on him, Wolverine grinned savagely with bared teeth and all. The force-field one was the closest and was facing away from his position. If Wolverine’s theory of him actually having to consciously make force-fields is correct, he’d be dead in less then a minute and the rest of them would follow. If he was right, the rest of this nonsense would be a walk in the park.
Wolverine lunged, claws out and a roar befitting a bear. He was right, his claws sunk deep into the back of the force-field creating mutant and with a twist the mutant dropped dead. Unfortunately despite the fact that this surprised the other two and he got them good on the arms he missed vitals and they retaliated. Foolish! Wolverine growled inwardly to himself as he barely dodged behind a tree, his body was being eaten at again.
Then the one who wielded sound like a deadly weapon attacked. There was no hiding from that attack. Wolverine couldn’t tell if it was a buzzing sound or a screeching sound or both. But it hurt his ears and it made everything feel wrong. His balance was something that was affected by this attack and his ability to concentrate and unlike the first time when his rage helped him out, this time his healing factor slowed him down due to his injuries and exhaustion.
Wolverine fell to one knee while holding his ears desperately he could feel liquid coming from them. Wolverine snarled angrily and helplessly. He’ll kill them for this! By the time everything went quite, he realized much to his horror he was temporarily deaf. He could tell that he gave out a roar, but he couldn’t know by hearing only by feel. He attacked them again, angrily. Blindly. His balance was slightly off due to his inexperience with not being able to hear anything and for someone like him whose hearing was very good to the point where he could hear the smallest of things that others couldn’t. It took a nastier toll on him.
During the attack he took the head clean off the sound creating mutant with cruel pleasure, after all no one’s ever said he was a nice guy. He may be the good guy but he wasn’t your Captain America kind of type. Unfortunately that left a wide open space for the acid one to attack. And because of that he got a face full of acid.
Pain and thinking, 'oh fuck…' Was the last thing he remembered before everything went black. He wasn’t aware of the life threatening injury he managed to give the acid controlling one before he crumpled to the ground practically melting on the spot.
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