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Return of Weapon X	By : AmandaJean Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > General Views: 1210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4
Logan found himself sitting at a small bar, the food sucked and was barely edible by most standards. Good thing his stomach could handle anything. Not to mention the smell made him light a cigar to drown out some of the stench of the place, it reminded him of a stall full of piss and shit. Bar fights broke out every five minutes it seemed like, and the burly bartender seemed to be the only one capable of getting a handle on the situation. His kind of place. Pity he wouldn’t be able to stay a little longer.
“Anything more for you?” The burly bartender asked, gazing down at the shady looking man who kept eyeing the place up with a load of suspicion. He see’s those eyes on so many people to pass through, people who seen too much and can’t quite forget what they saw. No wonder the man was drinking bottle after bottle of alcohol. Something told him to look out for this one though; he was an obvious scrapper who was probably quite capable of killing.
“Nah, had ‘nough.” Logan answered as he stood up, now sign of any alcohol in his system despite fact that there were twelve empty bottles of beer in front of the place he sat. Quickly paying the man he left without another word, best be heading out. He didn’t know why but something had him constantly moving. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say he was running from something. Which was unlikely, Logan was never one to run away from things. Usually.
But this time, with those X-Geeks he didn’t want to stick around. After the attack on the fearless leader and the school Muppet he didn’t quite feel welcome. Kids were wary of him, almost like they expected him to just snap and attack them too. That fact hurt the worse out of this situation he had to admit because those were kids thinking that, he could handle adults thinking that but not kids. The X-Men didn’t really turn their backs to him, a big sign of mistrust right there. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were sleeping with knives under their pillows. Not that he could blame them, but still it hurt. Hurt worse then what he wanted to admit.
Sniffing the air, nothing was out of place so he moved on.
His instincts just wouldn’t shut up though; they kept him checking his area and the scents in the air. He kept his ears tuned to everything around him. His instincts just kept telling him to watch his back, to not let his guard down. Like something was out to get him. His mind seemed to echo words that he never spoke. But someone did, someone he knew. Someone he might have came across in the last year. Somehow.
“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.”
He recognized that voice, somehow from somewhere. He knew it sounded condescending. He hated the tone of that voice. Snarling softly he started his bike up. Rustling in the tree’s caught his attention and his claws were instantly out until the people who were in the bushes and trees came out. Kids. Nothing but no good kids sneaking around. Not soldiers. Not tormentors. Not enemies but kids, harmless and brainless. Who gone around sneaking in the woods at night like they were something cool or whatever. Irritating pricks. He could tell the boys had those stupid baggy pants that hung down to their knees, what were they thinking. Did they not realize what that meant, or did they think in some stupid way that it was cool. Logan’s been in prison plenty of times to know what baggy pants meant.
Shaking his head in both disgust and annoyance he took off.
His body ached, that was one thing that he couldn’t help but focus more on. More so now then he usually does, but then again with metal for bones and a healing factor that has to take care of that problem he could understand why he was always in pain. It only served to remind him of the pain he experienced. Why he didn’t know, who he wasn’t sure of. But he did know that he hated them. Hated them with a passion.
He hated that he fallen so easily into a comfortable alliance. Hell, he hated a lot of things at the moment. Maybe that was why he was so on edge, why he attacked the fearless leader and the Muppet.
“Goddamn emotions… Shiftin’ all the fuckin’ time. Giving’ me a damn headache.” Logan growled lowly as he turned another curve then another. A part of him wished there was a way to just discard his emotions right now, so they wouldn’t be so conflicted making him acknowledge his pain and feel cornered and tormented by them. He hated it. His claws inched forward, he could feel them coming out of the sheathes that were built right in his arms to house his claws. Soon they would really start cutting through everything. And his hands were specifically made to allow them to come out and still have good use of his fingers despite the fact that the bones and muscle been severed as his claws came out. Complicated shit, all of it. Or at least that’s how Hank made it sound when he yapped about it. All Logan cared about was that they worked and did what they were meant to do when he needed them in order to do it.
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Stryker had Logan’s picture sent to every law enforcement out there, after all that was the best way to get a sighting of the rouge weapon. And it would be the easiest way to track him down. He would be sending a team after him, all of them mutants who were under his employ or control. Including Lady Deathstrike. She was the latest experiment of his, a beautiful piece of work and completely devoid of emotion and will. Just a weapon to fight and to kill.
Unfortunately the rest will just be soldiers with high powered tranquilizers and tasers that would no doubt be qualified as lethal. But for Logan, it would be enough to knock him on his ass.
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The image of him running down a dark cave like tunnel, blood covering him and incredible pain throbbing in his hands. Almost taking his hand off the bike in order to rub the knuckles of his other hand he had to remind himself that he had to keep hold of both handles with how fast he was going.
Sirens.
“Shit…” Logan snarled angrily as he looked over his shoulder and glared. Hard. He was far from happy; this wasn’t the time to be dealing with authorities. Not with the echoes of pain, fear and the need to get out was fresh on his mind. What was wrong with him? He was tempted to run for it, but this wasn’t Summer’s bike so it only had normal speeds on it. There was no outrunning the damn cops.
Pulling over, reluctantly, he waited impatiently as the cop’s stopped behind him. The RCMP, that only meant he was in BC somewhere. He really didn’t know where because of the fact that all he was doing was riding. The two officers got out of the car.
“Turn off the bike.” One of them ordered, hand on his gun. He really didn’t like the looks of this guy, no helmet and riding at that speed. The man was either a biker of some sort, a drug addict or one of those freaks. A mutant. Better be safe then sorry, so he kept his hand on his gun. His partner did the same; she was just a rookie so she mimicked what he did in order to learn. Smart girl.
Logan noticed the hand on the gun and groaned slightly. Really? Were they serious? Did he have a target on his back or something? Growling slightly he angrily turned the bike off and crossed his arms.
“Good. Now get off the bike, back towards us and hands up.” The officer ordered making sure each word was confident and firm. The man did what he was told, but that didn’t stop the shock at how much the bike came up. How heavy was this guy?
Logan growled, this was so humiliating! He did what he was told, grudgingly. He could feel the bruising happening on his hands as his claws slide forward little by little. It was taking everything he had to hold them back and hidden from view. Showing his claws would get him shocked; the cops seemed to be nearly as wound up as he was. Like Summers and Hank were, like he was. That led to him nearly killing them. Led him to not being satisfied with the fact that the damn sentinel they destroyed didn’t bleed.
These cops did. And Logan was genuinely afraid that he could snap at them like he did to two members of the team he used to be apart of. This wasn’t good. He wasn’t in a good state of mind, hasn’t been for a good few weeks. Got worse as time gone on. He could very well snap. He knew it, they didn’t. They came up behind him, took his wrists and moved them to behind his back. Handcuffing him. That only did worse for his mood.
Testing them slightly he turned and looked at the cops, they let him. He glared and hard. He gave them credit for not flinching, visibly.
“Sir, do you know how fast you were going?” The officer said, instinct kept him between himself and the rookie thanks to the fact that he was a father to a daughter around her age. Not to mention the glare they got was enough to turn his blood cold and alarm bells to sound. This man was a killer or something. Only people that nasty could glare like that. He had to give the rookie credit though, the girl didn’t flinch. It’ll go good for future situations if she could avoid flinching for this lowlife.
“Not fast ‘nough.” Logan growled angrily, his fists tightly behind him and bent at the wrists in order to give himself extra insurance that his claws won’t come out feely. But knowing his luck, he wouldn’t be surprised if they came out from the tops of his hands just for the sake of escaping.
“Do you think this is a joke?” The rookie said, she finally found a place to talk without getting reprimanded or finding out the hard way that it was the wrong time to speak in a situation like this. But the man was starting to irk her like no tomorrow. What an asshole. Reminded her of a man she once saw in a bar. He ended up killing someone in a fight. She was only ten at the time, but the man had more hair on his head. Like a mane and horrible things coming out of his hands. The man she saw didn’t leave much left of the other guy. She was only able to sleep through the night when she was in her late teens. It took that long to get rid of the nightmares. They horrified her.
“Ain’t nothin’ to joke ‘bout bub, jus’ let me go.” Logan growled, the damn broad was giving him that ‘I recognize you from somewhere’ look. Good thing she wasn’t putting her finger on it yet, who knew where they met or what she might have seen. He couldn’t say, so he was in the dark here. And he didn’t like that feeling. If anything, that look was making his anxiety rise up more then it has been when he first saw.
“We can’t do that, you broke the law by speeding. We have to right you up, and if you keep giving us trouble then we’ll have to take you in.” She pushed, determined to keep a strong foot in this situation. She had to. Her future as a cop was depending on it. She so badly wanted to be a cop. It filled her with pride because she wore the uniform. Her father was a RCMP, and she was determined to be one too. And she was, and she will remain one.
“Ain’t gonna be the first law I broke…” Logan growled under his breath but he didn’t say more. Not to them anyways. Damn clueless idiots. They should have just passed him by. But no, they had to be doing their damn job and now he looked like he was going to get booked. Wonderful. Wonder what they would say if he said he didn’t know when he was born, or even what his last name was. They’d lock him up for good probably.
“Okay, you know what buddy. You’re coming with us.” The officer practically growled, if he heard correctly then they had a repeat offender on their hand. One way to deal with scum like that.
Somehow, someway he managed to keep himself under control and he wound up in the back of a smelly cop car.
“Son o’ a bitch.” Logan growled as he sat back angrily. Glaring out the window. He was just starting to like that bike.
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