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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 2
Charles took hold of the folder of the current reports on Wolverine from when they rescued him to now. They weren’t entirely promising, but he didn’t have any doubt in that after all it was unavoidable given the fact that it took them up to ten months to find him after his initial attack on the mansion and the new member to join not even a day after. They only had Wolverine and the young lady for three weeks.
In Laura’s folder laid a letter he kind of doubted he could ever give Laura, she wouldn’t understand it at the moment. It was a letter from her mother. Charles felt a pang of sorrow and guilt for that; he wished he found them first before Doctor Kinney had to go to drastic measures to find him which was the cause of her untimely death. He has yet to decide on contacting her sister.
Charles might not have played a huge role in the rescue, but he still felt like his hands were full of blood anyway. As though he was down there as well.
'The X-Men dispatched from the X-Jet only seconds ago, a young woman laid dead in the snow with a young girl confused and ready to kill near her side. She didn’t understand why she was outside, or what her mission was that drew her out here rather than in there were Logan and the soldiers were. From what Scott told him through the walkie-talkie they used to remain in contact, most of the people were dead. And people still getting killed.
It was obvious that the previous killings set off Logan, and not in a good way. But in a promising way, he was set off no doubt by the promise of freedom. Or at least that’s what Charles hoped as he directed Kitty and Rogue how to deal with the lethal girl younger than they were. She was only around eleven years old, killing for most of her young life already. And it was obvious that this life, the life she had here was all that she knew and all that she understood. It pained him.
Charles ended up helping them in distracting her by light taps to her mind, gentle. He didn’t want to harm her; he didn’t know her resistance level. In the end it wasn’t high enough, she was unconscious, restrained and brought aboard the X-Jet by Rogue. Kitty gathered the last remaining things Doctor Kinney had on her person. He could tell being around a body like this bothered Kitty, but she had to hold it together for now.
“Bring the bag to me Shadowcat so I…” Charles started when his walkie-talkie showed life while it sat on his lap. He used her codename simply because they were out on the field and it wouldn’t be a great idea to mention her name here.
“Do you want the doctors dead, or alive.” A gruff voice interrupted, reluctant and disgusted. Charles figured that the disgust was for two reasons, one the doctors in front of him and for having to ‘ask’ in order to do what came frighteningly natural to him. The reluctant was solely for the seeking permission. Charles suspected that, despite his words Victor would do what he wanted anyway. There was no controlling that man, and Charles can only half way reason with him. He was worse than Logan on a bad day half the time. And that was saying something right there.
“I would prefer them to remain alive and delivered to S.H.I.E.L.D authorities.” Charles stated, yes he knew that it wouldn’t do so well in some ways, but it was better then needless slaughter and with Nick Fury as head of S.H.I.E.L.D, then they stood a chance of getting justice served. Hopefully.
“Ya, you keep on livin’ in ‘at dreamworld o’ yours. Everything all nice an’ fair...” A gruff mocking tone came from the walk-talkie and Charles could practically picture the expression Victor would be wearing at this point in his mind clearly.
“I will not get into one of these with you, Sabretooth. And no, I am not under any illusion of fairness here. But we are held to do the rig…” Charles started to say, his tone as usual with Victor was patient and as calm as he could. He found strangely enough that it worked for him as well as it did with Logan, until their tempers grew too high. Then, he usually had a slight problem. And he has over a thousand dollars worth of damage this week alone from Victor’s temper tantrums. At least he’s focusing it on lifeless objects instead of anything that has a beating heart and alive.
“You mean yer held to do the right thing, Professor Righteous. But I ain’t.” Victor interrupted, as usual his voice was still mocking that caused a slight frown to start to form. It was aggravating on how Victor could taunt and mock as easy as it is for polite people to say ‘hello and how are you’.
“You will…” Charles started to insist, but he already had a feeling that Victor was going to deliberately disobey and do what Charles didn’t want him to do. He was such a child, but in a very deadly way. After all a child won’t go and kill someone brutally for the fun of it or violate an innocent woman no matter what her trade is.
“Sorry Prof. Busy.” Victor’s gruff voice confirming what Charles already figured he’d do. Not bothering to hide the disappointed frown Charles simply stared at the small black object in his hands, the walkie-talkie he was using to keep in contact with his X-Men. The building was very well-built to keep him from reading or detecting anyone inside, it was no wonder they kept Logan hidden for so long. And the girl Doctor Kinney spoke of during their brief conversation two days ago was now safely tucked away on the jet.
Then Charles heard screaming over the walkie-talkie. He nearly flinched and suspected that Victor let him hear that on purpose. Inside the base; he could hear gunshots, roars, screams and the echoed sounds of a fight going on. He was useless!
“How can he… Why is he still around Professor?” Kitty asked as she handed the bag over, she was anxious to get in there that much Charles could sense. The girl was far braver then most give her credit for.
“Because he needs us in order to get what he wants, and we need his help to save Logan. That is the only reasons I can give you.” Charles answered and prayed that it was good enough.'
Unfortunately in Charles’s opinion, now that he was looking back. It wasn’t a good reason to keep someone who enjoys violence as much as Victor Creed did, but he wasn’t one to turn away any mutants who needed a refuge and in turn was willing to help him and his cause. And for the moment, Victor was putting up with his payments and playing ball as any good conman could. The only difference is, Victor didn’t put on a friendly smile in order to con you. Charles was too smart for that, as was his X-Men. So Victor didn’t even bother, either that or he just didn’t see the point in it.
Though he had to admit, the first time he saw so much raw emotion visible on Victor was when the found and rescued Logan from that awful place. Charles wouldn’t wish that place on anyone, not even the worst of the worse. He never knew someone who could be as cold as Victor Creed could be, could wear so many different emotions. It nearly gave Charles a headache. But then again, everyone had mixed emotions and the unconscious rage he could feel from Logan, even in his sleep was unsettling. But expected.
'Charles, Kitty and Rogue were waiting impatiently and taking out soldiers from above so they don’t blitz any of his X-Men inside. He couldn’t live with himself if that happened, and he pitied the soldiers, they were forced and coerced to sign non-disclosure agreements. And they all suspected that the punishment for letting anything slip would be a one way ticket to the morgue. Poor men.
“Professor!” Charles heard Scott’s voice, it startled him and caused the two youngest X-Men with him to circle closer to him. They were eager no doubt to know what was happening, as was Charles.
“What happened? Is everyone alright.” Charles immediately asked, desperate to know the answers. He needed to know!
“Yes, everyone’s fine. A fire started but Iceman managed to put it out quickly and efficiently.” Scott’s voice answered, out of breath and cautious.
“Do you have Wolverine?” Charles asked calmly, he won’t keep Scott long due to knowing that the man is probably neck deep in things at the moment and as the leader he had a lot to deal with and to control.
“We have him cornered, he’s not coming easy and fighting us as much as he’s fighting them. I think he suspects we’ll harm him or treat him as they have. Sabretooth is dealing with him using a more hands on approach with Colossus. We’re currently trying to knock him out… Nothing’s working… And Jean… Iceman’s coming your way with her now. Wolverine caught her pretty good on the back.” Scott reported, quick and clean. Charles had to respect that.
“Oh no…” Rogue’s voice quietly said from his left. He ignored her.
“Give Iceman a chance to get Jean out of the way, then get Sabretooth and Colossus to lure Wolverine outside.” Charles ordered, and it was clear that this was an order you didn’t disobey. A quick ‘Yes sir’ from Scott informed him that the man understood and would do just that.
And with that the conversation was over, it was up to Scott now to get things done until everyone’s outside. Then, it would be Charles’s job, as much as it pained him he will have to try to knock Wolverine out using his own mind. And it was appearing that it would be necessary.'
It was the longest wait he’s ever done in his life since the whole fiasco with losing his ability to walk; it was still a topic he didn’t bring up with his old friend. Despite all appearances he knew a part of the man still felt guilty for that day on the beach. But he blamed Moira for it, she was human after all. Heaven forbid if anyone else was at fault.
'Charles could see that, despite the metal appearance of the young man, who went by the mutant name Colossus during missions when he was actually needed. The young man was injured, discovered adamantium was tougher than his own natural metal. But it was Victor who was fairing the worse though, blood dripped off of him like a tap turned on a quarter ways. He was breathing hard and holding a struggling Logan with Colossus’s help while Charles was trying once again to get into Logan’s savage mind.
It wasn’t easy. It was far from easy, in fact he couldn’t do much other than push his will onto the other man instead of trying to reason or read the mind that was fighting him off.
But he did it. And Logan slumped down, and even in sleep he didn’t look at peace or calm for that matter. But it wasn’t Logan that had his attention; it was Victor who took on all of the extra weight in a possessive manner that spoke of selfish siblings who didn’t give too easily. He never saw so much raw concern and shock. Victor even murmured barely audible words of comfort. Quite frankly, Charles didn’t know it was possible for Victor to show so many different emotions.
It all ranged from concern to horror to anger to rage to bloodlust to helpless then back to anger and then once more concern. And it happened fast and kept repeating, Charles cursed old minds for being rather pushy and powerful when used right. No one alive other than those two had minds tough enough though, and Logan bested his brother in that department.'
It took them less time to get back to the mansion then it took them to get to the base that Governments would deny existing; Hank was waiting for them in order to tend to injuries. Charles had to face the fact that they ended up having to keep Logan and the young lady restrained in a separate room then the injured. He couldn’t trust either of them to not harm any of the vulnerable.
Which led him to the current situation.
He had two badly wounded mutants who were both used to being mistreated, ordered and killing. Not to mention Logan was pretty bad off himself, he was refusing to go by any human name. In fact, they had to address him as Weapon X and worse yet they had yet to get Logan to actually talk past forced answers and grunts. He never turned his back on them. Not even for a moment.
The young lady, X-23 or preferred by Charles as Laura was similar, but had this disposition of inability to think for herself very well accept for hints of the ability. She didn’t do anything unless she was told to do it, and even then you had to address it as a mission of sorts. She was more willing to talk though when needed.
Charles folded his hands and realized not for the first time, they had a lot of work ahead of them and not just them, but Logan and Laura as well. Those two had a lot of rehabilitation that had to happen before he let them around anyone who wasn’t capable of handling themselves. It was why he had to lie to parents about the school being under reconstruction while their children had to take homeschooling. And those who lived at the school were sent to a smaller estate Charles owned on the countryside. They treated it as a vacation, and Charles was glad for that. He had a few of the older students look after everyone there and Moira who he kept in contact with after the entire fiasco. She didn’t have much of her memory of them and the situation, but he gave her back some. Controlled which memories she remembered though, he couldn’t have her knowing everything.
It would risk too much, and Charles wasn’t willing to take that risk.
Two monitor screens were set up in his classroom that doubled as an office. One of Logan and one of Laura. Laura was sitting cross legged on the bed, cutting herself. He had to find a way to deal with that. Logan wasn’t on the bed, he was pacing the cell. And Charles noticed now that he never touched the bed at all. When he slept it was on the floor. When he sat it was on the floor. He curled up in a corner when uncomfortable and trying to escape; now that he knew that he couldn’t get past the bars.
A pang of guilt sprang up again; Charles hated having to keep them there. But until he was sure of whether or not it would be safe to let them out, he couldn’t risk that. So he will wait until more than one person is strong enough to handle them first. Then he will release them into the mansion under constant watch.
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