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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 14
Victor barely managed to bring himself out of his own tomb made of rubble and dirt from where he was trapped within the cave he used for cover. They shot a damn missile at him! That’s the little he remembered, and it took him a good while to heal enough to dig himself free. It was raining, and cold. But he barely noticed it, even though only his pants seemed to have made it but only barely. They hung off his body due to the amount of tears in them.
Snarling he staggered away from the cave, his body free of the cancer but riddled with open wounds and sores from his attempt at freedom and picking out rocks and other things he’d rather not think about. It was a cave after all, and it was probably used by animals for a lot of things. His hair was matted with blood and dirt, and four claws broken because of his desperation and constant digging through thick rocks and dirt.
No one was near. Sniffing the air, the only fresh scents he could pick up were those of animals. Walking towards the road he noticed that there were no longer signs of what happened. The building that used to be a gas station was nothing more then a burnt out shell, made no doubt to look like an accident. His brother, that stranger, was no where in sight.
How long was he out for?!
The sound of a car drew his attention from the building and the general area to a multi colored van. A long haired man looked concerned and jumped out of the van.
“Dude, you okay.” The man said. Victor frowned at him, his mind was hazy enough that he barely even registered what he said for a good few minutes. Only after the man repeated what he said a good few or more times did Victor clear his mind enough to push back the blinding rage to turn to the man fully.
“No, you see. I got this, problem. I don’t know what day it is. I don’t know what happened ‘fter I pretty much got shot with a fuckin’ missile. And now I’m on a god damn road with a past his age hippie who reeks of who knows what. An’ that’s with my nose. So no, I ain’t okay. Okay?” Victor snarled angrily as he looked around.
The animal in him was just as cornered and angry as he was. It told him to kill the man. To run. To feed. To heal. To reap revenge for what happened to him!
A hand on his shoulder was what triggered him to lose control of himself and with a roar he swung one open fingered hand at the man’s face. Claws cutting easily while broken claws tearing flesh. Screams, a baby crying. Family? Who? Victor only managed to focus enough to know that the people screaming, crying and babbling useless words that were failing to register were the family members of the man left twitching on the road. Alive or dead?
Licking his lips, much like how a cat would when hungry Victor stalked closer to the van, the door was slammed shut but that didn’t stop him. His mind may be too far in a haze brought on by anger and pain, but he knew enough to figure out how to open the door. Snarling angrily, he must have had a wild look in his eyes because the fear he smelt among the other scents became the dominant scent and only grew.
~_~ Next Section – Poor Hippie Man ~_~
Pain. That was all he could think of, he could barely see out of one eye but he knew what he heard. Screaming! His wife, his daughter and his baby boy were all crying and screaming. The van was shaking, whatever that man was. He was a monster, he knew that now. He never liked to judge people by their appearances, and because of that he ignored the feeling of just keep driving and the danger vibe he got from the mangled looking man with claws.
He never saw someone so wounded before in his life. And claws, broken claws and blood. Lots of blood. How could someone have that much blood on them and walking around?
Silence.
'Oh God… Oh Sweet Mother of God… They’re dead… We’re dead.' Was the only thought he could have at the moment before everything went dark as he passed out from blood loss.
~_~ Next Section ~_~
Two day’s later
Victor ended up ditching the van, and the bodies four miles back now. His mind clearer then what it was before, and found himself numb to the fact that he just resorted to cannibalism on the hippie family. Including the infant, even Victor didn’t know he could fall to that level. Victor could honestly say this time he didn’t mean to. Well, not eat them or kill the infant. After all, even Victor wasn’t that low.
“Shit…” Victor swore to himself, he was as clean as he could get himself and the cloths he stole from one of the briefcases was as clean as he could expect from a traveling family. The jeans were loose on him; the guy was tubby around his waist. And Victor was lean due to his body being mostly muscle. So it wasn’t easy finding pants that won’t slide down every time he moved. The belt came in handy until he got tired of the buckle of a peace symbol mocking him.
His claws were fully grown; some of them looked whiter then the rest due to being new. But that won’t last long. It never does.
Searching for traces of his brother he couldn’t find anything. It was like his brother dropped off the face of the earth.
“We stick together, no matter what, and take care of anyone who gets in our way.”
“Shut up…” Victor snarled angrily to himself as he sped up due to that anger. He hated how his own conscious was now being a royal pain in the ass at the moment. It was rubbing in his face that he failed to do what he wanted to do; he failed to protect his younger brother. And not to mention his own damn memory was conspiring with his conscious at the moment just to piss him off further.
He wasn’t a good guy, despite his conscious annoying the hell out of him. Far from it, but blood was thicker then water. And that was the only reason his conscious was even being acknowledged and that was the only reason it came into play. The rest of the damn world can rot in the gutter for all he cared, hell he’ll help it get there if it entertained him enough.
In was that conscious, for a sibling who barely remembered anything, that kept him driving and looking. Even though nothing was turning up.
It left one tasteless option. The guy his brother was working for temporarily, if Victor remembered correctly. Xavier. From what he knew, and found out this guy was the most powerful psychic on the planet. And he’d rather deal with him then the well aged white frail who walks around in outdated styles for an aging body. He’d break her because of her arrogance and miss-prissy personality.
So it was the bald guy who will help Victor find his sibling. If not, psychic or not, Victor would kill him where he sat. With that plan stuck in his mind he changed lanes and started to head towards Winchester New York. It would take him a month to get there at this point much to his dismay, but there was no way he could get a flight and he was too far from New York to get there any quicker even with a sports car going it’s fastest.
Damn…
Not only will it take forever to get there, but he was getting the feeling that things were about to get worse from here on out. For him. For his brother, he knew that for a fact. And for whomever else gets caught up in this annoying mess. Why couldn’t ‘Jimmy’ be more like him, they wouldn’t have separated back then and this situation wouldn’t have even come close to happening. They would be doing well in life, Victor was sure of that fact. But of course his brother had to be all goody-goody like and look what happened!
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