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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 25
Pain, that was the first thing that met him as things started to clear up and consciousness took its unforgiving hold. A mind numbing and an excruciating pain Weapon X could not ignore no matter how hard he tried. And he did, despite his training to ignore pain. It meant nothing, it is nothing to him. He was a weapon; his needs were unimportant and thus ignorable. So long as he was able to fight, able to keep going and above all else able to kill. Simply because that’s what he was meant for, to kill.
No one could argue that. Not Weapon X, not his handlers. Not anyone…
Only he didn’t really feel like he was supposed to feel. If he felt anything at all. Rolling to his side clumsily Weapon X let out a small sound of pain that was cancelled out at the confusion at what he saw. There was no bars, no doors. There was nothing, but trees and sounds he didn’t know and still recognized all the same. Blinking several times he rolled further to his knees.
Confusion, muddled thoughts and conflicting programming and feelings seemed to swirl around in his head biting at his attention like a pack of wolves to their prey. Shaking his head he stood up unsteadily to a point where he had to use a tree to steady himself on legs that felt like they weighted a ton each. Where was he?! Was this a joke? There was nothing or no one around to indicate that he was on a mission. Not to mention he didn’t look right.
Where was his helmet and the controls that was always set for him?
Sniffing the air he smelt pine trees. He knew what those were, but didn’t know how he knew. Looking around he knew what the trees were called.
“Hey Victor Papa said I could go swimming, do you want to come with me?”
Weapon X’s head snapped to his left, a snarl twisting his lips and confusion blurring concentration. He heard those words, heard them. But he didn’t see the origin or the child who spoke them. Where was the child? Sniffing the air he couldn’t pick up anything. Swimming. Water. Weapon X was thirsty so he started to move calmly. Not comfortable with the peaceful nature of the forest he was in. He knew it was a forest, a recognizable one. Somehow and in some way. Still no child. Where was the child? How did he know what a child even sounded like? He never heard or saw one before. Right?
Weapon X shook his head savagely, trying to knock the changes away. Knock something that would be unfamiliar to him and dare he say a bit frightening if that was even possible. It was something nearly human. He wasn’t though; he would never be a man. He was built for destruction. Right?
Snarling he took off the second he picked up the scent of water. Water meant food too, everything goes to water sources. From the predators to the prey. It was a basic necessity of life, one that even Weapon X thrived on. The second he got there he felt relieved almost. Sniffing the air he smelt deer, bear, and smaller rodents. Trees, earth. Normal. Safe?
“Jimmy! You ain’t supposed ta be peein’ in the water upstream when I’m drinking from it you jerk!”
Weapon X jumped at the sound just as he took a few sips of water straight from the stream. Looking around he was looking for another boy altogether. Snarling at the embarrassed feeling that crept up inside him.
“Sorry Victor…”
Weapon X gave up on drinking as he stood up and started to search for the voices. Chasing the sound of laughing or yelling or happy pointless talk. He didn’t know what was going on, but it wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right. Weapon X felt off, like something was switched on or off. He didn’t know and didn’t understand. Letting out a frustrated roar he ran faster ignoring the branches and bushes that he ran through.
~ Man ~ Weapon ~ Animal ~
Charles kept everything monitored with his own abilities and the computers. Scott has since sat down as did Victor, both on opposite sides of the room. Neither acknowledging anyone as they watched the scene unfold in front of them. Already awake Logan looked tormented and chasing ghosts. Charles knew that neither enjoyed what they were watching, which was shocking in Victor’s case. He was far from a good person even now, but at least he had his priorities straightened out. For the most part.
Scott was curious on why it seemed like Logan heard things that weren’t there, but he didn’t voice them. Charles was the only one who deemed what was happening a good thing, and it was. What he sensed and heard in Logan’s mind showed that things were starting to finally turn on. But it concerned him with the fact that he felt more comfortable within the danger room’s settings. Not for much longer, not with what Victor helped me create. Charles thought to himself as he folded his hands on his lap.
“How long will this take?” Victor snarled out as he watched Logan finally slow down, realizing that the voices he was chasing didn’t exist and shaking his head roughly before settling down near a tree. Charles watched Victor examine what was going on closely before turning towards him. Charles kept his face neutral and ignored the hard look Victor used with him.
“As long as it takes, he’s already making good progress. At least the mindset revolving around killing thinking of himself as a weapon is slowing down to a stop. That in itself will allow him to get a grip on things.” Charles explained calmly.
“With or without your help?” Scott asked, there was still a lot of distrust and suspicion in the young man now. Charles sighed.
“Without, Scott I’m not doing anything aside from monitoring what’s going on in his mind. And it’s a lot better than what it was when we first found him. He still isn’t Logan and is still functioning as Weapon X, but he’s not thinking like it. He’s in a feral state, if you were to walk into the danger room now he won’t recognize what you are fully and at the same time consider you to be a handler and a threat. This is in essence, Logan’s coping mechanism. Yes it made it easier for them to manipulate him and break him into being a weapon, but it’s also what keeps it possible for him to return to being a man rather than someone in a feral like mindset. In essence, an animal.” Charles explained calmly hoping the point he was trying to make was received.
“He didn’t ever do that before.” Victor snarled, almost like he was in denial himself or just didn’t understand what his own brother’s coping mechanisms were in the first place and most likely misreading them. Charles found himself giving a small sigh again. He’s been doing that a lot lately.
Now he had to figure out how to word what he was about to say and hoped that Victor wouldn’t snap.
“Yes, Victor. He did. He always did. When he was a child, in your mind I saw how he reacted about a day after everything happened. He cornered himself between two roots of a tree and you couldn’t touch him because like a young frightened animal he pulled away and gave warnings off that clearly said that he’ll lash out if provoked or touched. You remember that well Victor, I know you do. It’s playing out in your mind right now. After every war, and sometimes even during the wars you and he fought in. He would isolate himself, drink and took drugs. Snarl and fight. Run away. But he always came back to you when he recollected himself. Always. In the early wars, you had an idea of what it was and did nothing aside from giving him his space and a sense of normalcy.
You helped him slightly then, without even realizing it. But as the wars dragged on and were being fought in other countries and in trenches and skies. Things got worse; he would go through the same routine, slipping into a feral state or borderline feral state. By then you were slipping further and further into being what you are. The animal who dreamed he was a man, you embraced your other side Victor so you figured the same would happen with your brother, not realizing it was a copping mechanism in itself to keep his already fragile mind from completely shattering. Giving him a way to rebuild himself, to stay the man rather than what you figured he’d become and what you wanted him to become. You cannot say that I’m lying or that I don’t know what I’m talking about; you forget I was in both his mind and yours.
He is damaged goods, Victor. He has been for a long time, the wars. Your father. Stryker and the Project. It all pushed him to a breaking point and although many times he came close, he didn’t break just let it be a copping mechanism that went unacknowledged by those around him. It left him with severe PTSD and Hypervigilance. However, this time he didn’t just come close Victor. He shattered, he’s broken in there and this is the only way he can find his way again.” Charles explained.
He could feel that Victor and Scott wanted to be sick, guilt gnawed at both of them and rage tore through Victor’s mind like a wildfire. Victor stood up and left all the while vibrating with sheer anger. The truth hurts and struck the large feral mutant where it hurt. The safely guarded shred of humanity the man possessed. Victor was at a crossroad, he had to decide now what to do with the information and his role in things to come.
Charles focused on the scene in front of him.
~ Man ~ Weapon ~ Animal ~
Weapon X finally stopped in the middle of a clearing. It was faintly familiar; something about it seemed to have that fake feeling to it. It was too clean. Not at all like how nature is, or at least how Weapon X thinks it is. But somehow he knew, just like he knew that something was off with him now. Weapon X sniffed the air. He had the feeling of being chased, running. Afraid, tired and clinging to someone for leadership and security.
But who?
“What do we do now? I’m scared, what way do we go?” A whimpering voice said, young and filled with fear and tears.
Whoever that voice belonged to, it was familiar. Somehow? He knew that voice. He knew it. Whoever he was asking, talking to and whimpering for seemed to be hesitating. Trying to figure out which way to go. Behind those voices were the sounds of shouting and dogs barking. Weapon X looked in a direction. Another voice said frantically…
“That way! We gotta keep goin’, we go that way. Come on James! Just a little bit further, we’ll be safe soon.”
“Promise?” James whimpered, desperate and clinging onto an ounce of hope.
“Promise. I’ll look out for you.” The former frantic voice said, but less frantically and more confidently.
Lies. Somehow he found those words to be a package full of lies. All of it, the boy James probably got screwed over in the end. Somehow in someway. Weapon X was sure of it. But somehow the voices led him in a direction and it felt like his hearing was how you would hear underwater. It was odd, and Weapon X fought the urge to shake his head clear, if he even could.
So without any hesitation he took off in a direction he felt he was being led in. Ignoring the bushes that stung his shines and branches that snapped against his sides with scratching efficiency only to be sealed shut within seconds. So they weren’t important, the only thing that was important was going forward. His own physical needs and minor problems were not entirely important at the moment. Just going forward in a direction he knew to go. Somehow. One thing Weapon X did notice was how the pathway became less natural and more groomed. Like it was a pathway that was used often. Weapon X snarled as he stopped abruptly and crouched, checking the soil and surroundings for any signs of life. The only thing he could find was the normal things he’d expect to. Nature. Life. Testing everything slightly Weapon X took to traveling forward more cautiously and off the obviously created path. But by who? Humans. That was the answer. Curling his lips slightly he could only figure that humans equal a few things, nothing good and most of it resolved around killing and causes of pain.
Pain wasn’t something new to Wolverine. In fact, it was something he expected from them. Though he could barely figure out whoever them was exactly, his mind settled on one task at the moment and that was trudging forward. Sniffing the air again new things caught his attention, but nothing that raised too much alarm. Local wildlife, but other scents that weren’t natural either. Snarling more aggressively Weapon X felt pain in his wrists as his claws forced their way out. Naturally. He stopped when his path was stopped by a wall. Old, built by hand. Odd to be here, but normal.
Gripping his head Weapon X nearly collapsed to his knees by the sudden onslaught of images flittering by too fast to grasp or understand. Mixed feelings assaulted him unforgivingly forcing a very human gasp of strain and pain from him. Panting angrily he was determined now, to go forward. Always forward. To find the reason for this situation and stop it using any means. It will stop! Weapon X snarled as he rounded the corner and onto the property with savage determination only to be shocked to see a house. An estate? Who’s? His? Confusion that was enough to force him to want to turn around, not face this suffocating emotion only to see a gate that didn’t fit was now closed to him. Roaring in anger and rage Weapon X lashed out at it, mind numbing to any rationale he could have used to simply climb over or slip through.
Emotion was something Weapon X didn’t deal with, but somehow in this place it must be the thing that was turned on and now tormented Weapon X with foreign things.
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