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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 15
Charles backed away from the metal door, long since decided that he wouldn’t be able to find the boy, despite how he called for him. Concern overriding common sense for a moment there. His attention was now on the rather large building. There was a caution sign on the wall beside the door. No explanations on what to be cautious about, but Charles heeded it nonetheless. He will be cautious.
Taking a deep breath he pushed the heavy doors open, surprised that they were heavy. But nonetheless he opened the door. Only to find himself looking outside rather than in a building. Frowning he looked behind him and saw nothing but fencing that looked like it was meant to keep something inside and intruders out. Walking ahead he found himself approaching a small town like village. And Charles remembered images like this one from history books.
This was a small Frontier in what Charles was going to assume was British Columbia. Again, this place seemed unfamiliar from the emotions he’s picking up from Logan. Curiosity caught the better of him as he wondered further into town, but his curiosity soon gave way to concern and weariness. Everyone who was in this town had no faces and Charles could tell that they were talking to each other, but no sound came out of identical mouths. A shiver went down his spine, it was unsettling and he came to the same conclusion that Logan’s mind was seriously tampered with.
And it was extremely fragile due to the sense that things could break and shatter even worse, then they already were as he traveled places where Logan’s been, but didn’t remember going. It was an extremely rare situation of being able to travel places you subconsciously know, but don’t remember in an amnesiac case like this, but it didn’t surprise Charles one bit. Logan was quite old, far older than most would expect and at a point where Charles could nearly be considered a young adult if you were going by Logan’s age. Being that the mind was fragile as it was, Charles was glad that he was the one walking through it rather than a beginner or a careless psychic. It would cause a lot of damage; Charles was an expert so he would know this to be fact.
“Dressed kind o’ too nice for this place, bub. Nice suite. Ya someone made o’ money lookin’ to strike a deal ‘round here?” A voice, a very recognizable voice said from behind him. Though this one had less aggression in it and more humanity if it wasn’t too unkind of him to say. Turning around Charles noticed that it was in fact Logan standing there, but his clothing were older fashioned matching everyone else’s. Hands were dirty and hair was tamer. His eyes were hard, but a softer edge to them.
Charles knew instantly who he was looking at though. This wasn’t the X-Man’s Wolverine; this wasn’t the animal or the weapon. And he most certainly wasn’t the shattered boy who went through trauma of some sort with the healthy fear of Weapon X.
“Logan?” Charles tried, cautious stepped up inwardly. Not wanting to set off another part of Logan. He already had to chase after the boy, and the older Logan got the more temperamental the man seemed to have become. Instantly he noticed Logan’s eyes narrowing.
“Wrong person, baldy my names James. Logan is the name o’ my dear dead ol’ man. Victor’s Father. Son of a bitch that guy. Drunk too.” ‘James’ corrected, his lip curling slightly, but Charles noticed that it was quickly corrected. This man, James, seemed to be as Charles guessed. More of a man, his feral instincts fought and covered. Charles could sense and feel that conflict as if it was his own conflict.
“I’m sorry. Who? You have to forgive me, you just looked like someone I knew.” Charles apologized, making sure to sound sincere to appease the obviously hard-working man. By the looks of it, this James would probably get along with people better and most likely get along with Scott better then did. Less alpha male posturing and less aggression. From what Charles sensed, there was another who took that role. Charles hated describing it like that, but it was proven even with humans that there were alphas and followers. It was how the pecking order in every situation was created.
“Guess I got one of ‘em faces then. You never answered me, why’re you here?” James said skeptically, but acting friendly nonetheless. Charles didn’t blame this man, this version of the X-Men who desperately needed their help. Charles’s help.
“Traveling, seeing the world and my travels happened to have brought me here. You?” Charles said, it was an odd feeling to be talking to a version of James. But Charles knew for a fact that it was only a projection of the subconscious. Different parts to the man to make a whole. The shattered boy. The hard-working man. Charles knew he would be meeting more the deeper he went. And the deeper he went the more horrors and pains he will find. It was concerning.
When will he find the real one in a matter of speech? When will he find Logan, the Logan of the present?
“Workin’ the mine. Live with my brother, he’s meaner then me. But when you get to know the guy, he’s alright. Odd sense o’ humor though.” James said, and Charles got the feeling that he’s used this explanation many times. Warning people about a meaner brother, but making it known that he won’t leave the older feral. Won’t betray the man who was James’s only family in the world now. Where was his mother?
“Is the work here good?” Charles asked casually, without thinking actually. And that was a dangerous thing, to not think when you were in someone’s mind. But Charles was rarely in old minds like this. Victor’s mind didn’t count because one he never stayed for long if he could help it and he got away from that mind as soon as the feral mutant got his glow.
“I wouldn’ try it bub. You look too soft for this kind o’ work.” James taunted a single barked laugh spoke of honest amusement. Charles felt himself grinning at the obviously amused man.
“You’d be surprised…” Charles casually said, but he was interrupted and the whole sense of the mind was shifting again. It was like the weather when Ororo was moody, always shifting and changing.
“Gotta go, hungry an’ promised Victor I’d meet him at the bar. Good luck in traveling, watch out for the bears. Nasty ‘round this time of the year.” James said over his shoulder as he walked away.
Charles was going to call the man back, but he disappeared through a door as a few faceless men exited. A growling sound caught his attention, none of the faceless people reacted. Charles turned around only to see a grizzly standing on its hind legs. Though wires were attached to it, pumping something he could only guess was adrenaline into the bear making it more aggressive. The sound of a heartbeat caught his attention, fast and angry. His? Logan’s?
Charles couldn’t move though, but he felt pain in his arms and his wrists. Something horrible was cutting into him! Blood spurted out as six foot long adamantium claws sprung free and without the ability to stop it, Charles lets out a pained scream. This wasn’t supposed to happen, not when Charles was in control of his own mind. Looking up at the bear in time to see its claws bearing down on him. Knocking him to the snow covered ground with a hard unforgiving thud. There wasn’t snow a few seconds ago.
Pain! That was all Charles could focus on. Looking at his hands there were no longer any claws, but there was blood. He could still feel the phantom pain from them coming free. Was this what Logan felt every time he used his claws?! How could the man tolerate such pain every time? But the larger amount of blood and pain drew his attention away. His chest had four deep gash wounds. His reaction was to claw at it, instinct telling him to get away from the pain and fast. To run away from it. And worse, he could feel it starting to seal back together again. He could literally feel everything re-growing and re-attaching. It hurts. He couldn’t remember feeling pain like this before, not even when that bullet hit him in the back.
Charles was aware that he was hyperventilating, if he didn’t get his bearings soon Logan’s nightmares and memories would keep dragging him through experience after experience without rest. It would damage Charles’s mind in return! Closing his eyes he mildly cursed how strong Logan’s more fragile mind actually was. He never expected it to be like this, Logan always kept his thoughts guarded. Afraid to let someone else in and bare his burdens with him. Now he had a good idea why.
The bear was gone. So Charles squeezed his eyes closed as he lied on the ground while he caught his breath and re-centered himself. It didn’t take as long as he dreaded that it would, slowly he got up. He couldn’t feel any pain anymore and any traces of blood on him gone. Looking around Charles found himself in an empty field. The scent of death was heavy in the air. And he knew why.
Bodies. Hundreds of them. Rotting, flies flying around and gunshots rang out in the air and the sky looked as though explosions gone off kicking up dust and dirt. It looked like the sky would during the heat of battle. Looking around Charles brought a hand to his mouth and nose, different uniforms and all of them he could recognize as soldier uniforms from the civil wars on to the uniforms both American and Canadians have worn up to Vietnam. And Charles knew instantly, these were all of the soldiers Logan’s ever killed. And there wasn’t an end in sight.
“My God…” Charles gasped, horrified. He kept himself from tripping and tried to ignore when he stepped in something he didn’t want to know what it was. An interesting thing to notice though was few of them had claw marks in them. Gunshots and knife wounds, but no claws were used. It would appear that Logan kept his claws hidden in order to be more human. What changed? Well Charles could guess that one easy, life and people not leaving the man alone.
Charles didn’t know how long he was wondering, but stopped the second he noticed someone sitting on a log, shoulders hunched and in a uniform found in the civil wars. Hair neat, short and the disposition of the man told Charles it was Logan.
“James?” Charles tried, trying not to look at the bodies and the unseeing eyes looking directly at him. They weren’t open minutes ago.
“Nobody called me by ‘at name for quite some time, bub. Question is, how do you know it?” The soldier, Logan gruffly said over his shoulder. Gun in hand. Charles wanted to smack his forehead in frustration. Why couldn’t Logan keep his projections all under one name?!
~ Man ~ Weapon ~ Animal ~
Victor paced angrily, why was it that he wasn’t allowed to go downstairs! The clone watched him with emotionless eyes as though she was trying to figure something out before her attention was drawn away by the friendly blue elf who was of all things playing chess with her. The girl was kicking his ass and she didn’t even seem to proud of that, she obviously didn’t know how to be. Pathetic.
The four-eyed wannabe leader stayed between him and the elevator. Glaring. Victor glared back. A snarl rumbled in his throat. He didn’t like being told he couldn’t do something, and his instincts were telling him to get downstairs. And now!
“Ah, meine freund you are certainly a terror in chess. Have you played before?” The blue elf chirped happily, tail swishing back and forth. It was pissing Victor off! His claws were lengthening and shortening finger by finger then whole hands before doing the whole process again. It was the only thing keeping him from ripping the tail off and tying a bow with it and four eyes innards.
“No, but I am familiar with tactical strategies.” The clone’s voice replied and Victor tuned the rest of the conversation out as he glared angrily at four eyes. Surprised he wasn’t wearing that geeky visor anymore. Guess he finally figured out that Victor wasn’t really here to scrap with anyone, despite the little disagreement in the tunnels below. Or the golden boy got his visor taken away. What’s next, time out?
“Why ain’t you lettin’ me go down there?” Victor finally demanded, taking a few steps so he was face-to-face with the golden boy who was now forced to look him in the eyes.
“Orders.” The golden boy deadpanned without offering any more explanation. Victor let out a loud snarl, his claws lengthened.
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