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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 18
To X-23 the state she saw Weapon X in was normal; it was something she saw many times since he was brought to the same facility as she was. And she saw him in worse states than this. X-23 was numb to it you could say. But the people here, the ones she has met told her differently and kept telling her differently. They weren’t here to be experimented on. That Weapon X and X-23 were in fact not weapons at all. But people. All of that made her confused to say the least; she never learned how to deal with what they were implying. After all she was used to being cut open, and put through tests and missions. It was normal.
But to see what looks to be the opposite happening to Weapon X, then what they were repeating to her every chance they received. It created conflict she couldn’t handle, she couldn’t begin to understand why that conflict risen in her anyway. And to add Victor Creed the elder sibling of Weapon X into the mix with his own rage and emotions, just made things worse for her.
For the first time in her life, she didn’t know what to do. How to react. This was even worse then when she was sent to kill Doctor Martin Stutter’s family and she could not in fact kill the toddler. She was ordered to keep it from Doctor Sarah Kinney, her mother. X-23 failed to keep it secret; she failed that part of the mission.
What should she do?!
Snarling from both Weapon X and Victor Creed drew her attention to them, and briefly towards the head of the building Charles Xavier. Professor, psychic mutation. The scent indicating trepidation spiked from a few of the people within the room as rage was clearly seen and detected. X-23 could also smell the stink of it. Every emotion, every person and every act had a scent to accompany it. Reading it was tricky at first, but once you learnt how it was a useful skill to have.
“Victor, you have…” Professor Charles Xavier started to say from the bed he was sitting on, incapable of moving far from it without his chair. Helpless, X-23 noted him to be helpless to being attacked where he was even with other mutants around him. The chances of them stopping a rage filled attack without harm coming to the Professor they were protecting was only around thirty percent.
“That ain’t answerin’ the question. I don’t want yer excuses. I want an explanation so start talking.” Victor Creed snarled out, leaving no room for argument. X-23 could tell they would be hard pressed to come up with a way to avoid accepting the situation they have created for themselves. She could tell they had only one option at this point, and that was to comply.
X-23 looked between the two as they exchanged words, her eyes traveled back to Weapon X who looked beyond angry and anxious. The room, the room must be doing it. The situation was not helping either. What should she do? What should she think?
What was the right course of action?
~ Man ~ Weapon ~ Animal ~
Victor snarled angrily, his claws fully extended as far as he could make them go. So far, in fact he could nearly feel the effect it had, not a painful one, but it was one that caught his attention. It was rare for him to extend them to the point that they couldn’t move outward anymore. They were still very usable and, despite the length they were, they would not be a hindrance in any way or form. In fact, it gives him extra range to cause extra damage internally.
“Well.” Victor pushed impatiently; he could smell the amount of indecision on the clone. But that wasn’t important. The clone was nothing to Victor. She wasn’t family, despite having Jimmy’s stolen DNA in her. Silence was his answer, it was painfully obvious that they were looking for excuses and explanations to the point it seemed like they were trying to pluck anything usable out of thin air.
Victor could feel his whole body tighten, every muscle ready to spring. He so badly wanted to allow his muscles to unwind quickly allowing him to pounce hard enough to shatter bones and knock the wind out of you. Tension was clearly felt in every inch of his body. He still couldn’t look at the angry weapon in his brother’s place. He still felt the lingering shame from his foolishly loss of control that had him sitting in his own mess like some nobody! He wasn’t some nobody, he was Victor Creed better known as Sabretooth. He was feared. He was powerful! Not someone who did things like that.
A frustrated growl tore free from his throat.
“Answer the fuckin’ question or everyone dies.” Victor threatened as his feet widened and his hair seemed to bristle and his five senses were on high alert. Nobody could move or even breathe in this room without Victor knowing about it.
~ Man ~ Weapon ~ Animal ~
Charles wasn’t a foolish man by nature, but this time he freely admitted to himself. He was being completely foolish. This wasn’t the first time Victor had him thinking that he was in the same room as a tiger rather than a man. A few other times had him wondering when he exited the school and entered a cage at the zoo featuring a Bengal tiger. With his abilities, he could sense the animal instincts tickling the man’s self-control. Soon it would snap free, soon they would have a fight on their hands.
And not to mention Laura was becoming increasingly agitated and confused. She too would no doubt react accordingly to the situation. If Charles had any hope to resolving this situation before it comes to pass, he would have to answer honestly. As honest as he could.
“Victor, if you want an explanation than you need to allow us to clean up the mess first. Then you and I will sit down and talk, about everything you want to know about what transpired here. Let us settle Logan down first. He’s the main priority, agreed?” Charles reasoned, or at least tried to reason. At least Victor seemed to be thinking about it.
Charles noticed that Scott was located closer to him now, then he was to Victor. There was blood on his shirt from where Victor’s claws pricked him. Those would no doubt sting as bad as cat scratches can at times.
“You have fifteen minutes to put settle ‘im. Than you talk. But we ain’t leavin’ the room. Got that baldy.” Victor snarled, it wasn’t what Charles was hoping for. In fact, he was hoping that they could go back upstairs. Charles wasn’t really fond of being near a room that reminded him how he failed to bring Logan out past Weapon X. But he had to take what he could get, and this was as much as Victor was going to allow him to have.
“Very well, Hank you could proceed if you will.” Charles agreed, watching as Hank wanted to open his mouth to protest, but a soft nudge to his mind made him reconsider reluctantly as he pushed Logan from the room. Much to his unhidden surprise, young Laura seemed to hesitate for a moment before ultimately following Hank and Logan out of the room. She still felt highly confused, but she went nonetheless. Hopefully she won’t force the situation that will end with her being in her cell as well. It would take a bit to get her comfortable enough to out and into the upper levels.
Charles made eye contact with the man, noting that light seemed to reflect like it would a cat. It happened too at night; the man’s eyes seemed to glow like a cat’s could. It was unsettling.
“Happy.” Scott snapped at Victor, a sneer was instantly visible on the man’s features revealing his fanged teeth.
“Ecstatic.” Victor answered back, his voice dripping with sarcasm and unresolved anger.
~ Man ~ Weapon ~ Animal ~
Weapon X snarled angrily as he was pushed down the hall, he could hear a second person walking and he could faintly tell that it was X-23 who was following them. Why? Why was she walking this way? Was she being locked up again? Was she finished with whatever she had to do? As they entered the room with the two cells, both of which were still wide open and ready for use.
Being pushed right up to the entrance the restraints on the chair he was restrained to was being loosened and removed. Weapon X didn’t move an inch. Waiting, he didn’t know how or why he knew to wait. But he did. And the longer he went without moving the more anxious he was making the blue handler, X-23 stood off to the side. Why?
“Okay, are we doing this the easy way?” The blue handler asked, doubt was clearly heard to the point that even Weapon X understood it. Weapon X would have sneered if the words meant anything to him. But they didn’t, so instead he just sat there glaring at the cage. The restraint on his arms was the last that had to go. The blue handler had to move to the side of Weapon X in order to take them off.
First the closest wrist was released. Weapon X slowly and subtly straightened his wrists out. Preparing himself. Whether or not his handler noticed was beyond Weapon X.
Then the second wrist was released from its restraint. That was when Weapon X struck out, slashing upwards at the handler and getting off the restraining chair all at once. A sting of betrayal seemed to settle in him. Weapon X didn’t know why or how he could feel that way towards the blue handler. But he did, and he showed it through his rage. Forgetting about X-23’s presence completely as he slashed at the blue handler as quick and as hard as he could.
The blue handler’s expression morphed from shock and surprise to rage and frustration as he reacted according to how an animal should react. Somehow he knew this to be odd and rare for the blue handler, but Weapon X didn’t care. With a roar the blue handler attacked him back. Weapon X wasn’t expecting the amount of strength behind the first hit and it showed by how he was caught off guard.
His chest was being pounded on; his stomach felt bruised and was healing only to be bruised some more. Pain, everything was hurt. Weapon X curled his body underneath the assault, snarling all the while right back at the blue handler. His own claws sunk into the blue handler in rapid motion while he was being pounded on. The blue handler had claws as well; Weapon X felt those claws scratch deep gouges into his body at times.
Only faintly did he notice that he was being picked up and tossed against a metal wall. It hurts. Weapon X roared in rage as he tucked his feet beneath him and used that to push himself forward as he lunged towards the blue handler who was already lunging at him as well. Both of them roaring and snarling. Rage driven they kept attacking and exchanging blows.
Weapon X didn’t know how long this exchange of savage blows lasted, time meant nothing. What did catch his attention as well as the blue handler was when two shorter claws sunk into the blue handler’s side. X-23 attacked the blue handler as well. Why? She always had the order of stand aside when a fight between Weapon X and his handlers broke out. Why was she attacking the handler as well?
The blue handler’s eyes seemed to become less angry, but still angry. With a hard push, Weapon X found himself propelled backwards until he hit the wall hearing a crack. It stunned him long enough to keep him slouched against the wall next to the knocked down restraining chair. Meanwhile X-23 dealt out her blows towards the handler until he managed to shove her into the cage she originally was and it automatically closed before she could reach the once open door.
That didn’t stop Weapon X though as he lunged at the blue handler ignoring how his own body hurt, he didn’t care. What he did care about was when he was pushed roughly into the cage by the blue handler and has it shut on his face. The blue handler seemed worried though when he looked Weapon X and then to X-23 who was snarling in her own cage.
Weapon X snarled angrily and lunged at the bars.
“I’m… I’m sorry…” The blue handler said, Weapon X could practically taste the regret the man seemed to have. It unsettled Weapon X, it wasn’t natural for a handler to feel regret. Weapon X roared furiously as the blue handler walked backwards to the door, his regret stinking the room up. Blood was still left untended to and no doubt will have to be tended to later by someone else.
X-23 grew silent first, Weapon X kept pacing his cage snarling and lunging at the bars that had a barely noticeable bend in one of the bars from Weapon X lunging at it so much. His own bruised body healing steadily enough. Ready for him to use fully again, whenever he was put to use that is.
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