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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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The trip was a long one with how many times he’s had to switch vehicles or stay in hiding or out of sight because of authorities out to get him for more then one reason. The hippie family was just the final straw that set them off. His face was posted everywhere. He couldn’t even go to a small out of the way gas station to refill his tank or get a little something to eat without seeing his own face mocking him. The bolded letters described him as wanted and extremely dangerous and not to approach.
People were more afraid of him because of that, and for once that wasn’t a good thing. It made things rather difficult to get even half way to New York where he knew he would find the damn bald headed punching bag who was going to assist him in finding where they took his brother. If he didn’t, the life of the kids there would work beautifully as bribing tokens. So the cripple would see to it to protect those children and find ‘Jimmy’.
By the time he got there he cursed that it was over a month and a half. And part of that was done on foot. At least that part of the journey wasn’t so troublesome. He made better time then, but he had no choice but to use a vehicle sometimes. Vehicles just helped more then his own two feet, not that he hasn’t walked long distances before. He has, both him and his brother had. It was where Victor found most of his best memories, when it was just two brothers walking in a random direction. No rules, no people and no civilized society and the stress it always brought.
Frowning angrily he dodged a New York cop who happened to look in his direction. Victor snarled to himself but kept going. In the end he took too the rooftops, thankfully not running into some pansy wearing a spider costume. Spider-boy or whatever. He’ll kill the punk if he caused any form of trouble. Victor’s heard of the skinny bug, and new by instinct he would be annoying. Perhaps even more annoying then Wade and that would be something right there.
Victor’s stomach growled angrily, he’ll have to get something to eat sooner rather then later. But after he gets there, and he wasn’t too far off either. The closer he got the less he took to the rooftops, it was becoming difficult anyways and drawing too much attention. Still it cut some of his traveling time in half.
Victor almost smiled in relief but crushed that down quickly as he lightened his step out of habit so no one will have the chance of hearing him coming. Any relief he might have felt was instantly gone as he noticed damage done to the tall walls that were standing around the large property where the mansion sat usually in a mockingly dignified manner. Now however he could spot damage done to the mansion as well through a crack in the wall. Scaling it he crouched on top of the wall noticing broken windows. Frowning he was honestly confused on why the mansion looked so damaged, setting his hands down to steady himself he felt grooves on the edge of the wall on the inside. Unnatural grooves.
Looking down he found three deep grooves on either side of him. Like the grooves were made by someone who had knife like hand held weapons tough enough to scratch solid stones and concrete. No, these ain’t no knife weapons… Victor thought as he crouched down in a manner were his hands could easily touch the area where the grooves were, or more correctly the claw marks were. A perfect crouch.
“Jimmy’s…” Victor said to himself. It was like Jimmy was right here, and clawed the wall as he set off of it. Dropping to the ground he crouched down again, he found the spot where Jimmy most likely landed and from his view point he could tell his brother took off towards the mansion. And not in a friendly manner either. He followed the path right to a broken window that looked like it was slashed out of the way. Blood. His brother’s blood, cut on the glass on the floor as his brother no doubt entered. 'Wasn’t he wearing shoes?' Victor thought as he entered the building the same way.
He may look like he was blindly following the path his brother may have gone but he was fully aware of who lived here. And he knew that they would know he was here at this point. A perk no doubt of living with the most powerful psychic on the planet.
Victor snarled to himself, the walls the doors were all clawed and blood stained the floors and walls. Some on the ceiling. And most of it wasn’t his brothers, some of it was. But only a little bit. He heard talking, his name was mentioned and that made it painfully clear they knew and were waiting for him. Snarling angrily he stalked down the hall, not caring to dodge the blood on the floor. It was dry already so he didn’t care much.
“Hello Mr. Creed. I wish I could say it’s a pleasure, but unfortunately this isn’t the best time for pleasantries.” Victor heard the psychic say from the room, all talking stopped. Victor huffed in annoyance; the man really did like his dramatics. Without hesitation Victor entered the room, noting that the main people there were the main members of the X-Men no doubt.
“Thought this was a school, where’s the kids.” Victor asked, not really caring about the children at all. But it took a bargaining chip away from him. Left him having to come up with something new.
“Safe. What brings you here?” Professor Xavier asked, caution clearly heard in his voice as he eyed the tired and most likely hungry mutant in front of him. But he made no mistake to himself, even tired and hungry Victor Creed better known as Sabretooth was a threat. He’ll play his cards cautiously.
Victor already knew that the damage was no doubt done by his brother, but what was slightly shocking was how knocked down a few pegs the X-Saints were. It was obvious they got their asses kicked. But the question was this, was it one person or several. So a new idea formed in his head, one that may be annoying and time consuming. Hell it might even give him a few aneurisms while he was here. But one thing was probably the most obvious; his brother would have never attacked a place like this with the threat of kids being around so that meant he was being controlled somehow. Seething lightly at the fact that his brother was used as a mere attack dog by mere humans who were nothing more then prey to bigger and worse animals like himself and his brother. That and his brother was no dog!
“What brings me here? That’s simple, I want to help you simple folk’s in this nasty situation.” Victor casually said, testing the water slightly as he sat down without invitation. No one stopped him, they obviously were too wary of him and his intentions. Not to mention probably a bit too tired to fight, they did look dog tired.
“And at what price might that be?” Hank calmly asked, knowing there was probably always a price with this man. And his life experiences told him to play cautiously when dealing with someone like this man.
“To get back at those assholes. Which you won’t have any objections to, after they nearly destroyed your precious school and killed your precious kids.” Victor pointed out, keeping his voice dripping with mockery. Better to mock then to give away his hands at the moment, but he knew that his hand would be forced soon because the psychic was no slouch even without his powers. Annoying breakable bag of flesh anyway.
“Is that all?” Scott nearly growled out, he remembered who this man was. He remembered being chased down by this monster when he was just a boy, and his mutation just taking hold. His brother’s lack of presence in his life also added to the stress back then. And it still does, there was plenty of animosity between them still.
“No Scott, there’s more. It has to do with Logan, doesn’t it?” Professor Xavier calmly pointed out, from the brief glimpses he gained from Victor as he trespassed on private property and entered this school he knew for a fact that although what he said was the truth it wasn’t the whole truth.
“Why would Logan be important to you? You two are enemies.” Rogue asked, confusing muddling with her accent well enough to make it more pronounced. She didn’t know for a fact, the little bit of Logan in her had few good memories and no memories to hint on his past.
Silence fell at that point, Victor had two choices. Come clean or don’t. If he came clean, the secret would be out and there was no going back. Things would change. If he didn’t, he couldn’t guarantee these losers co-operation. And he already foresaw himself having his hand forced in a manner.
Licking his lips lightly he toyed with his fangs before leaning back in his seat eyeing them as though he was daring them to object and fight what he was going to say. His decision was made.
“Simple. Logan isn’t Logan. His name is actually James Howlett, and James is my baby brother.” Victor explained with a growl, daring them to refute what he said and start something dangerous with him. Something they won’t be walking away from. He was a tad bit possessive with his brother, simply because they were brothers. Which unfortunately gave Wade a lot of humorless jokes. Incest was brought up, it took the rest of the team to calm both him and his brother down they both were disgusted with the idea. He still wants to kill Wade for those jokes.
Shock went through the room; no one could understand why Victor would act as an enemy to an amnesiac brother all this time and only come forward now. But truth was he was only coming forward now because he saw his brother inside of Logan this time. Those memories were coming back; his brother was waking up and wouldn’t be Logan anymore but James.
“My goddess, your his brother.” Ororo whispered to herself, she usually was the calm and collected one. She had to be, but she couldn’t help but stifle a quiet sob to herself. Logan had a brother who constantly tried to hurt him, and worse Logan couldn’t remember that the person who tried to hurt him was actually a brother. And now that brother was sitting comfortably amongst them, a part of her wanted to lash out at him for it. But she held herself off. For now.
“’at’s what I said sweetheart.” Victor confirmed, smirking at her obvious disgust at him calling her sweetheart. But his smirk disappeared as he turned and faced the bald headed cripple again and saying,

“So. We got somethin’ goin’ here.” He was going to play nice with these losers for now or until he gets what he wants. Whether they like it or not! He can be quite forceful when he wants to be.
“Very well Mr. Creed. Welcome aboard, at this point all we locate Logan before there is any getting back at anyone. He is our top priority.” Professor Xavier confirmed, having that feeling that they were going to clash with the man many times and a good few fights were going to happen amongst them. Not to mention he knew for a fact that this wasn’t a permanent thing, once Victor Creed gets what he wants he’ll be both against them again and gone. Still, he could use the help and he knew Victor had knowledge that could come in handy.
A big part of Victor couldn’t believe he was actually going to go through with this. His brother damn well be happy and grateful for this!

~~~ To Be Continued in "Weapon X: Man or Animal" ~~~
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