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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 19
X-23 knew full well that she disobeyed her standing orders. As she sat leaning against the impenetrable wall between her cage and Weapon X’s cage she couldn’t help, but reflect on that. And debate whether or not Doctor Hank McCoy was a handler at all? He was a mutant. That much was obvious due to his physical mutation. His scent also gave him away. Without much thought X-23 brought her knees up to her chest as she rested her chin on them. Her own hair covered her face enough to hide her blank expression.
She was still stained with blood. So was Weapon X. That was the normal part of this situation. The rest of it concerning herself, not so much.
Why did she attack the blue Doctor who seemed to be doubling as a handler? Why did she disobey? She failed. But why did something so small whispered to her that she didn’t fail for the reason she thought. The bars rattled, Weapon X was still raging. Closing her eyes tightly she remembered a memory she had before Weapon X was brought to the same facility as she was.
'The training session was a complete success. She killed the bear within three minutes, a minute and fifty two seconds longer than Weapon X’s time. But her handlers and the doctors would deem it to be a failure, too slow. She also failed to stay within the hologram parameters of Weapon X. So while they ran their scans of how things went she remained still in the training room staring at the hologram of Weapon X.
If she was a child, she would think that he was staring at her. Knowing she was here, right here.
She tried to reach out, as a child would and take his hand, but he was only a hologram so her hand hovered within the hologram of his hand. She knew that he was like her, a weapon. She knew that he was where she came from, her DNA was taken from him and her Mother made her with it. A clone. A weapon. Not a child.
But if she was, what would he be to her?
“X-23, report to the exit doors to be retrieved and taken back to your cell. We will speak with you later to inform you of how you failed.” Doctor Rice’s voice as taunting as ever came through a speaker. She did nothing as she dropped her hand to her side and turned away from the fading hologram and made her way to the four handlers waiting for her.'
Was the same reason she attacked Doctor Hank McCoy the same reason she reached out to a hologram? Was that even possible? X-23 looked towards the door for a moment, she saw a trail of blood stopping at the closed doors. There was more rattling of the bars as a heavy body collided with them. Weapon X was really riled up today. Was it because of the blood he still smelt? Or was it because he was angry at being restrained and put back into his cage? Or both?
Doctor Hank McCoy was strong; physically he was a force to deal with. She noted that, despite the aggression he showed towards Weapon X he was trying and failing to hold back. Weapon X was damaged, possibly internal injuries that were possibly still healing. It was seeing him being pounded on like he was that seemed to cause her to frown out of nowhere.
Why?
Why did that gain a reaction out of her? It was normal for handlers and Doctors to mistreat them. Yet, up to now she and Weapon X weren’t treated cruelly. Were things going to go back to normal now? She didn’t know how, but she doubted that. Words she read, but didn’t fully comprehend yet floated back to her.
'We’ll start a new life…
…be a family…
…So much more I want to tell you…
…no matter what may come you are a child…
…not a weapon…
…my child…
…my daughter and I love you…'
Not a weapon. Those words, they seem so hollow somehow. In some way. But that had no meaning to what she just did not too long ago. The blood was only starting to dry and flake on her hands and arms. She disobeyed a long lasting order to not interfere when Weapon X was being handled and if he gets into a fight with his handlers. So then, why did she? That was the question she kept coming back to.
The memory of her trying to hold the hand of a hologram. The words that she just read not to long ago from the letter given to her by her mother. Her mother’s scent was still on the paper. What did it mean to her? What did it mean to what she was?
‘Why did you attack Hank?’ a voice rang out in her mind, she instantly recognized it as the psychic Professor Charles Xavier. She got to her knees and shifted so she could look right into the camera. This wasn’t normal for her, but she could adapt. And she did. The voice wasn’t angry.
“I…” She said out loud, suddenly feeling very foolish, and she frowned lightly. She wasn’t fond of emotions, especially hers. They got in her way, and left her conflicted. That was unacceptable for missions. So she did what she could to ignore and cancel it out of existence as best as she was able to. But no one ever allowed her to truly forget.
‘You know why. What was Doctor Hank McCoy doing that got you to act? Think about that, did you like it or not? Is Weapon X important to you in any way? Unfortunately, that is as much attention as I can spare Victor Creed is getting quite aggressive in this room at the moment.’ The voice of the Professor, his voice calm and collected, possibly unchallenging and not in a reprimanding tone.
X-23 sat back down fully, facing forward and still against the wall. Incapable of moving far from it for some reason unknown to her.
She didn’t know how to answer any of those questions that came literally out of no where.
But one thing she could answer. What Doctor Hank McCoy was doing, was attacking and defending himself against Weapon X. And did she like it? No she didn’t like it for a reason she didn’t fully understand. So her body reacted, every move instinctive and well versed in how to hurt and how to kill. She failed to understand those reasons that very well should have been easy for anyone to understand.
She popped one claw and held out her arm. A routine she went through so many times for as long as she could remember, it relieved her from her emotional tension.
~ Man ~ Weapon ~ Animal ~
There were more then a few things Hank was ashamed of. His own appearance at times was one of those things, especially when he longed to go for a simple walk down the street and unable to due to his appearance. Another was the instincts that came with his appearance, funny how he didn’t have those instincts and emotions as strongly beforehand. How fate seemed to deal its cruel fortune out.
Today he just added another thing to be ashamed of. He lost control and attacked a man who wasn’t doing what he did out of freewill. Hank knew that Logan was a broken man, someone practically tampered with mentally to be a weapon. So he would naturally act the way he was. But that didn’t stop Hank’s emotional response to him when Logan attacked. And the memory of what happened with the Professor only seemed to make it easier for Hank to snap.
And naturally a fight broke out; Hank instinctively knew that he caused Logan plenty of damage. The man’s skeleton was coated with the strongest metal known, adamantium. But his stomach was still unprotected as it was on anyone, and the sternum was bone. Hank heard that crack. Grimacing he couldn’t imagine how that might have felt for the man who had unbreakable bones.
Gasping he finally collapsed on to the ground halfway to the infirmary. Panting out in pain he could tell he was soaking the cold floor with his own blood. Both Laura and Logan caused plenty of damage to him, healing factor or not. He had more than what his healing factor could tend to at the moment, it was busy dealing with internal injuries to deal with the bleeding and the outer injuries. Snarling angrily he forced himself to his knees and stripped himself of his lab coat and using that to stop the bleeding of one of the more serious outer injuries. Only doing it now because he had the time to stop and deal with injuries.
“Hank, this is certainly not your best day…” Hank growled out to himself as he tried to get to his feet, slipping slightly he used the wall to support himself. He felt guilty for the entire mess of a situation, and for having Laura locked up again. But he had no choice. He was certain of that, she attacked him and proved that for the moment she wasn’t to be trusted on her own.
He didn’t really remember a time when he was as badly injured as this, and he was glad for that. Finally, moving forward he noticed that his body started to show the common effects of blood-loss, as a doctor he recognized each and every change including the quickening of his heart in attempts to compensate for the loss. Cursing slightly he tried to go faster, logic slipping from him as the gravity of the situation became all to clear.
Unfortunately for Hank, the second the infirmary door came into focus he collapsed with everything going dark.
~ Nameless Security Guard ~
His family was promised compensation for this. All he had to do was let this guy, weird as he was in. Never before has he seen someone with skin so pale, or eyes as red as the clothes the blond haired man wore. 'Are those tubes on his face?!' He thought, in all of his ten years as a security guard he’s never seen anything like that. He didn’t even know if they were tubes at all. And the other metal he’s spotted was odd as well.
Briefly he figured the man was a mutie, and as much as he loved his family he felt disgusted at the sight of a thing like that. It was only natural like his parents before him to despise such abominations he figured. Briefly he realized the man had a sadistic look to him and suddenly he started to feel sicker and sicker. The closer he got to the man, the worst he’s ever felt.
Drawing his keys out and unlocking the gate he felt so weak until he collapsed on the ground. The man looked even crueler up close…
Then blackness overtook him…
~ Man ~ Weapon ~ Animal ~
Omega Red stared at the prison’s outer gate with sadistic glee shining through his abnormally colored eyes. Colonel Stryker true to his word took him straight to a prison where Omega Red could get his fill. A security guard approached the gate unlocking it, he probably couldn’t understand why he suddenly felt deathly ill even as he collapsed on the ground gasping for air before his eyes rolled back and his last breath escaped him. That only made Omega Red’s grin widen across his chalk-white complexion.
Casually remembering a tad bit random conversation between himself and the Colonel waiting a fair distance away as he strolled up to the high security prison.
'Omega Red wouldn’t be able to tell you how much he loved being able to fly without security checks and stopping at certain cities and countries along the way unless fuel was required. But the problem with his own abilities was putting a damper on his good mood, hence, the reason he couldn’t tell how much he was enjoying the easy ride. Across from him with enough leg room sat the American Colonel himself, as smug as ever. Omega Red could tolerate that though, he’s dealt with more annoying people.
And Omega Red knew he could finish this thing quickly if the American got too full of himself. Omega Red wouldn’t have a problem in putting the smaller older looking man in place.
“I hear Captain America vas found.” Omega Red casually said, remembering that he read it in a newspaper not too long ago. Omega Red also heard of several other things happening, including something not quite human wielding a hammer. But he didn’t care; his focus was on his own needs like the C-Sync as well as retrieval of Weapon X is of higher priority at the moment.
“Yes, actually. Though the progression with him is sadly unknown to me SHEILD kept him closely contained, only a brief glimpse was seen of him before he was whisked away.” Colonel Stryker replied. Omega Red nodded casually. Deemed it weak to allow the man to get out into public so easily, it was both weak and pathetic. Americans, they are growing soft. Omega Red thought to himself.
“You disapprove.” Colonel Stryker pointed out casually, folding his hands casually in front of him. Omega Red could see the tension in the man though; he was working on borrowed time no doubt.
“Da. SHEILD should have better security involved, yes. The KGB vould not have made the same mistake.” Omega Red casually said, knowing he would probably anger the more patriotic side of the man by saying something non-American was better as boldly as Omega Red has.
“Possibly, but the Director of SHEILD as tactical as he could be he still is a very moral person at the core. He’s willing to do what is necessary, but so long as it doesn’t get too close to the delicate balance of right and wrong.” Colonel Stryker explained casually. Omega Red could tell there was animosity between the two. Most likely SHEILD took some power and control away from Stryker and his programs in some form or another. Or dropped this part of the program. Whichever it was, it caused a lot of ill-will towards each other.
“Fifteen minutes before we land.” The pilot said over the speaker and both Omega Red and Stryker sat up straight doing up the seatbelts on autopilot.
“Then you better be very careful, Colonel. You deal on the opposite side of his delicate balance, possibly too a point the Director of SHEILD vould consider a not so nice cage for you.” Omega Red warned, he knew all too well that event the best of men could do the unthinkable when occasion calls for it. And the good Colonel was teetering on being safe and having what Omega Red said become reality.
“I take it you wish to stop at the prison I informed you about two hours ago?” Colonel Stryker casually said, changing the subject tensely.
“Da.” Omega Red confirmed.'
{This will be fun.} Omega Red said to himself in a pleasant tone as he approached the first set of doors, coils free already. A cruel grin twisted his features as he saw several security guards close to him and breathing the same air as Omega Red drop dead. Omega Red had control on how much they took in, and how quickly they died. Mostly he liked hands on experiences, but this was just as good.
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