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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 13
Charles found himself musing on his little interaction with Laura. She still had a long way to go, but she was showing promise. She had the ability to act without being told, and was trying to think things over for herself. She wasn’t doing the best of jobs, but she was at least attempting it. And that was all Charles could ask from her. He left her in the kitchen with Jean who entered just as he was leaving. She made a remarkable recovery from the injuries she got from Logan while they were trying to rescue him, and the second she was fully recovered she came back because she felt she was needed here more. He could sense she was timid of the feral man, but not afraid. That was promising.
Charles couldn’t blame her, anyone who nearly gets mauled by a feral Logan would be either frightened of him or timid. They were sometimes angry and spiteful. It was Victor who concerned her more; she refused to help him with the glow. So it was only Charles who could assist the aggressive man with his ‘fix’ in order to keep him from doing something that won’t be able to be undone.
Entering his own office that was crossed with a classroom he eyed the monitors set up next to his desk. There was only one occupant in the cells now, isolated and alone. Which Charles knew for a fact was the worst thing for the man. At least before Logan had Laura down there with him with the regular visits from Kurt who always brought the three meals down without fail. Taping his fingers on his desk he eyed the monitor and the pacing Logan.
He wasn’t settling down much since Victors visit. Charles had to take a look to see why, but in order to do that he would have to fight with Logan just to be able to get a glimpse past the hurt and angry feral cover to take a glimpse at the wounded man underneath. That would put him too far into the gray area as it was, but he was already there with the times he had to shut Logan off by force. Frowning slightly Charles understood the weight of that decision. It was the same thing with Jean and her unfortunate darker side that was locked away. It was one of those things that would put him at odds with Logan, and at odds with both Victor and possibly Scott who was still not talking to him.
Should he do it? And worse, could he simply force his way into the man’s mind? The answer unfortunately was yes, Charles was no longer the white and black individual he was back when Raven was still looking like a teenager, despite the fact that she was a young adult like Charles. Back when Shaw was a threat and before Erik killed him. No life unfortunately taught him that it was in shades of gray. And Charles still had that dream of peace between mutants and humans, nothing would change that. He just learnt he had to deal with situations in a questionable manner. Just like he had connections within the government, within the CIA still and other places he’d rather not disclose.
Eyeing the monitor for a few more moments he finally decided to turn his attention to the files he had on Logan. So many horrors inside it. So much pain and torment. It would be worse in the man’s head. Vaguely he wondered if Victor Creed would have made the same choices if he knew exactly what was going to happen to the brother he swore to protect.
It was true he didn’t have the highest of hopes for Logan given what he sensed from him during times of fighting between Victor and Scott. But he was a hopeless optimist at times. And if it was worth fighting for, and trying to help the man. Then, Charles will do all that he could. But it’ll also be up to Victor and Logan himself as well. The others no doubt would help when the time came.
His phone rang, breaking him out of his own thoughts. It was Moira and her update on how everyone was doing. He smiled at the sound of her voice and the good news that she gave him. It was good to hear good news for a change. And he told her what he was planning on doing; she was skeptical, but wished him well nonetheless. His conversation with her, light back and forth idle chitchat lasted about twenty minutes.
The second he hung up Charles contacted Peter and Hank, told them to collect Logan from his cage and take him to the downstairs infirmary. What Rogue once dubbed as the hospital for mutants. That was the only place that had the kind of supplies required for what Charles was about to do. Yes, he was fully prepared to face the knowledge of what he was about to do was going pretty far in the gray area and what it would look like through Logan’s eyes. Victor Creed couldn’t be told for obvious reasons, the same thing with Laura. Despite their fractured personalities, they would naturally fight. It was instinct for them, even further intertwined than they knew and acknowledged.
He could sense wariness from both Hank and Peter for this. But they moved towards the cells to do just what he asked. He told Kurt, Jean and Scott to keep Victor and Laura distracted and upstairs. Despite the frequent visits from others, these were the only people he had here. And it was good too; too many people would be harder to manage with this kind of rehabilitation. It would cause more stress and anxiety.
Charles made his way to the elevator, his heart heavy. This was not an easy or light decision on his part.
~ Man ~ Weapon ~ Animal ~
Weapon X kept pacing in his cage, back and forth and back and forth. Only to repeat over and over again in several different directions. He couldn’t make sense of what just happened, what the clawed man said or why it seemed like it was so important. He couldn’t make sense of why he got angry at the accusations, if that was what it was. Weapon X snarled angrily.
Eyeing the metal container filled half full with water; Weapon X vaguely knew what it was. Knew so by instinct and used it by instinct. Not entirely sure what the white stuff was for though. He was an animal, so everything was pointless for him. Weapon X turned his attention away from the useless thing and started to pace the room again.
Where the clawed man sat was missing, the blue handler took it. Left an awful stench too! Weapon X growled because of that. His handlers never cared about his keen senses; in fact he knew they did things just to torment him in ways that didn’t always require touching him. Weapon X crouched in front of the bed, not using it still. Didn’t have a reason to use it. Didn’t know why he should use it.
The clone has yet to be brought back. That created a sensation in his gut he didn’t recognize, it was the same kind of sensation he got the last time they were both in an explosion together. Closing his eyes he leant back, face tipped upwards slightly. Remembering.
'Target confirmed. Attack commenced and X-23 went in through the right, Weapon X went in through the left. Fast and efficient, their combined force was deadly and any armed individual fell without much of a fight. They were ordered to not kill unarmed civilians, the prisoners. A few of the targets had bombs strapped to their chests. Adamantium cut through those like a sharp knife to silk.
X-23 opened the way for the prisoners to run to safety. As ordered.
Mission deemed successful. Targets terminated. Unarmed civilians – the prisoners, safe.
Next faze was to return to handlers. Weapon X wasn’t entirely fond of that, but what else would he do? He was a weapon, and he’s never known freedom. This was the life he knew, understood. Strived in. And Weapon X did it well.
Movement, turning his attention he saw a half dead target holding on to X-23 who was snarling and spitting in rage at being latched onto. Then the explosion went off, knocked Weapon X down to his hands and knees, back towards the general direction of the explosion. X-23! He didn’t know why or how or what the purpose was. But all he could figure out at the current moment was that he had to get to her.
He found her. Unconscious, damage was already starting to heal. Alive. Weapon X let go of his breath, why was he holding it?
A whistle was heard. Weapon X instantly picked her up and went back to the life he knew, with his clone in hand. The female handler for X-23 was sneering, Weapon X never liked her. But things were what they were.'
Weapon X snarled slightly, was that the same thing? How could it be? No explosion. No blood. No fighting. Absolute calmness, quiet. Unnerved. Weapon X growled loudly as he nearly sprung to his feet to start pacing again. Unnatural!
The door opened, Weapon X turned his attention directly to the two newcomers. Large newcomers. Weapon X growled at them, claws out instantly. They took up two sides of the cage and it opened. Weapon X looked at it indecisively.
The blue furry handler opened his mouth to speak, but Weapon X wouldn’t hear any of it. Words meant nothing to him. He attacked, knocking the blue furry handler onto his back and holding both sets claws an inch away from his blue face. The blue furry handler’s teeth were bared angrily as well. Weapon X sneered, another animal. Wonderful! Weapon X understood what the bared teeth meant, he himself had his bared. Though his weren’t as sharp as the blue furry handlers. But one thing was for sure, Weapon X’s claws were sharper then the furry handler’s fingernails.
“A little help would be…” The blue furry handler snarled out to the other person who came, but his words was cut off by Weapon X’s angry snarl as metal arms wrapped around his stomach and pulled him off of the blue handler.
“Appreciated… Thank you Peter.” The blue furry handler finished as he quickly shot up to his feet, the handler was fast that much Weapon X acknowledged as he twisted angrily and snapping at the man behind him. The metal handler nodded, Weapon X growled. Kicking his feet angrily he knew he hit the metal handler, but it had no effect. Twisting, arching his back and snapping his head back to hit the handler wasn’t working as well as he would have hopped.
So he used his claws, and caught the top part of the metal handlers shoulder. Only pausing in shock when he saw blood. The metal was bleeding?! That wasn’t normal; Weapon X knew that well enough. He has sliced into many metal things and none of them bled before. Weapon X could tell the metal handler was in pain. Obviously this metal can feel pain and bleed! Sneering at that Weapon X pulled his claws back and watching faintly as the blood ran freely. Before he could cut into the metal handler, the blue furry handler got a better handle on his wrists and held them away from both the metal and the blue handler.
“Perhaps we should have brought something that would have contained these claws.” The metal one strained out. The blue one nodded in agreement, and seemed both annoyed and angry with the situation. But he failed to take it out on Weapon X. Snarling loudly he attempted to kick at the blue one missing twice, but connecting with the blue ones crouch at least once. The blue handler grunted in pain and fought to keep himself from doubling over. Weapon X let out a slight amused sound at that.
“That my friend, is not funny.” The blue handler said, pain could be heard in his voice. Weapon X ignored that, words meant nothing to him. The two spoke to each other briefly before the blue one let go of Weapon X’s wrists altogether. But before he could use his claws against the metal one, the metal one grabbed onto his wrists and crossed his arms across his chest. Restraining his upper body again!
Weapon X roared in both anger and frustration. The metal man spoke softly, the word comrade appeared. But Weapon X couldn’t begin to fathom what that meant or cared to consider it. He just kept struggling, and struggled harder when he saw the blue one coming back with a chair on wheels of sorts. Restraints were clearly spotted. The head rest also had restraints on it.
Weapon X’s gut seemed to sink a little at that as the realization set in that something was going to happen to him today. His new handlers were going to finally start poking at him, cutting on him and other unspeakable things. Weapon X looked at the blue one who looked guilty for some reason. Good! Weapon X glared hatefully at the man, he won’t make it easy for them!
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