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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 5
Sabretooth stood amongst several fallen cops, New York’s finest. The air stunk of blood, piss, fear and best of all death. He wasn’t here on pleasure though, but who said you couldn’t enjoy your job? And that was something Sabretooth did, he enjoyed what he did. Loved it in fact! His target was probably shaking in fear in a holding cage ready to testify against his client. And the client wanted the fool dead before the sun even started to rise. Not a problem, not when Anti-Mutant Riots were going down several places and needed to be quelled leaving only a handful back at headquarters.
If anything, this was too easy. Far too easy. On the television there were updates on the riots and about the senator who turned from against mutants to for. He doubted it was by will, hell he wouldn’t be surprised if the senator was being either controlled or was replaced. Chuckling at that he proceeded to the back when the fax machine caught his attention. Usually he would just go by but this time out of pure curiosity he took a look.
The paper was still warm, and he could smell the warm ink. Never really bothered him, so long as he didn’t get his nose shoved in it he’s fine with the smell. But now wasn’t the time to be musing on ink when he found himself staring at a picture of his brother. Capital letters were bolded on top of the page, missing. Bullshit. His brother just didn’t disappear, he made himself annoyingly noticeable wherever he went whether it was a bar fight or playing a hero with those soft belly pawns.
One thing was for sure; Sabretooth understood a ploy to flush someone out when he saw one. Why? Frowning he eyed it and looked for any sign of who sent it. A phone number was on the bottom, not one he recognized. A phone was near him, so he made use of it. And impatiently waited for someone to answer.
“Hello?” A woman’s voice answered, he could recognize the voice in the background though. Fighting off a growl he hung up and snarled angrily. Stryker. What was he doing, and what was he doing in connection to his brother? Especially now? Weapon X was stopped and canceled some time ago. Surely the idiot wouldn’t pull another failing stunt would he? After what happened with the Island and Wade?
Growling angrily he shoved the paper in his pocket and quickly executed his job leaving behind a bloody mess and the memory of an echoed scream behind. A satiated expression took over his features as he exited through a back window and took off into night as the building was swarmed by the swat team.
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Stryker frowned slightly, who was that on the other end. No one answered his current tech; she was in charge of bringing him information when it came to Weapon X from law enforcement.
“Trace it.” Stryker ordered. His conversation about God and how mutants were soulless forgotten and discarded devilish creatures who were destined to be sent back to hell. He truly did believe what he was saying. Believed it even more as the years gone by forcing him to witness what mutants could do and how they were spreading like a virus bent on killing off proper decent folks. Diseases, that’s all mutants were. And like a disease they needed to be eradicated for good.
“Yes sir.” She said, thanking whatever deity there was in stopping the conversation. She was starting to think the Colonel was insane, and truth was it wouldn’t surprise her one bit. She wondered which bulletin they got. They sent out many different ones, some saying missing others said he was wanted for murder and other crimes.
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“I ain’t getting’ in that cell.” Logan snarled angrily, handcuffed and glaring at everyone who was stuck in the holding cage. And cage was a better description of it. He could smell alcohol, vomit, shit, sweat, piss and everything else including scents of sex. Obviously plenty goes on when the lights were off. Consensual? He didn’t know, didn’t want to give a damn either. None of that changed the fact that he didn’t want to get in it. And at this point there were four cops trying to get him in it.
He was tempted to break the handcuffs and make a break for it. But if he didn’t get into a fight with them when he first got arrested, it didn’t make sense fighting with them now. And five minutes later he found himself growling at a few other people in the cage while he stood against a wall, arms crossed and angry. What was he? Some kind of soft bellied push over?! This situation was stupid, even more now that he allowed himself to get arrested.
Straining his ears he could pick up the sound of a fax machine printing something and hushed conversations. About him? What was on that paper?! He concentrated harder on the conversation over the sound of some drunk puking up his guts in the same cage as he was. He hated the smell.
“Are you serious? This guy, that we just arrested is some sort of murderer?” A feminine voice said the same one of that young cop that arrested him. Murder?! Of who? He didn’t kill anyone this year as far as he knew? It didn’t make sense, and what he was hearing made the cage feel even smaller.
“Seems to be that way. Look there’s even a phone number, we’re…” He couldn’t listen anymore, he had to get out! He didn’t murder anyone, he could swear it. But what if he had before he lost his memories? Would it be for that? If that was the cause, how did he know he didn’t kill anyone? For all he knew he could be some sort of psychopath. No. No he was innocent, he was sure of it.
Growling slightly he pushed himself away from the wall.
“Dude, you got a quarter?” A tall man said. He looked down at the shorter man and wanted to sneer, what was with that hair cut? It looked like either horns or dog ears pointed back. He could bet his last five dollars that he could beat this man to a pulp. Although he couldn’t figure out what the quarter was for, he just wanted one.
Logan noticed that he was drooling slightly and looked like he was having trouble standing up right. He stunk too, and Logan was rather hoping he wouldn’t come too close. He didn’t want to deal with the loser, so his only answer was a curled lip and a glare that forced the slobbering drunk to back off. Damn he was good at getting people to back off. The sound of metal sliding against metal drew the drunk’s eyes downward and Logan watched as they widened in fear. The newest scent to join the rest. And Logan found he didn’t mind that acidy smell for once.
“You’re one of those freaks. Mutant?” The tall man accused. Those were knives, metal knives coming out of his knuckles. Who was this guy?!
Logan ignored him completely and with one swipe the lock was in three parts and falling to the ground which caught everyone’s attention though no one made a move due to both fear and cautiousness. Guess seeing his claws are a good sobering affect for drunks. Pity it couldn’t be said for everyone. With a shove he pushed the door open and was free of the cage he was stuck in willingly. He had to go see what was going on, and why he was wanted for murder.
“Cops! Cops! The… The mutant… With metal knives coming out of his hands are getting out!” The drunk yelled, pointing right at the mutant who was glaring rather darkly at him. Thos eyes, those eyes scared him. They weren’t the eyes of a normal man. They were the kind of eyes that pretty much said ‘don’t mess with me cause I can kill you’ and rarely did he make that mistake despite how drunk he was. He wasn’t a completely stupid drunk.
The sound of a few cops coming down the hallway drew his attention from the fool he would love nothing more then to tear a chunk out of to the cops coming his way. He could tell they were a good cop, perhaps that’s why he wasn’t fighting them so much when he was arrested or shoved into the cage. Damn. Not to mention it was weird now that he thought about it, he attacked One-Eye and the school’s Muppet but not the cops when they pretty much did the same thing One-Eye did. Why? What was different from that time then this time?
And truth was, nothing much was different. Just the lack of the aftereffects of a finished battle pumping through his veins, but then again he always was more tense after battles and wars. Wasn’t he? Though he didn’t get the chance to think about it too much, it was stressful and giving him a headache. Not to me mention the quickly approaching cops who rounded the corner and pointed their weapons.
“Get down on the ground! Right now!” One officer ordered, his gun trained on a less vital part of the body. He didn’t want to kill the man, and six years he’s gone without having to fire a shot. He hoped that wouldn’t change today, but by the looks of it. This guy was dangerous, a murderer and a mutant. It wasn’t that he had anything against mutants but this one looked bad.
Logan growled, he could tell there was no other way out besides through them. And he didn’t like the idea. It reminded him too much about something he couldn’t name. But it was making him want to lash out, to try and escape to freedom in any way possible.
“One warnin’. Move out o’ my way an’ I ain’t gonna gut any of ya.” Logan snarled out, knowing he would no doubt get charged with threatening a cop but he could care less at the moment.
“Last warning!” The same officer who gave the first order yelled, signaling someone else to get ready to fire the tear gas.
Logan growled and shifted his footing. Tear gas was shot down the hall and Logan nearly roared in outrage. They shouldn’t have done that! Because he felt his claws come out with an audible snikt that was a foretelling of how this would no doubt go down. His nose stung, eyes were burning and he was getting mad. Very, very mad. He charged, running low and fast. Arms bent at the elbows and claws pointing upward towards his targets as he connected with the one who shot the tear gas at him.
Logan smelt the blood before it registered what he just did. He just stabbed one officer who looked like a veteran in the chest. He won’t survive tonight.
“Shit…” Logan cursed as he turned his attention to the officers who were standing up, shocked looks on their faces before they pulled the trigger. Hitting him every time. Panic no doubt was controlling their judgment, and luckily none of them shot their fallen comrade. It hurt, healing factor or not. It didn’t take away from the pain. And getting shot hurt like a bitch, and only served to anger him further.
He roared.
'Wake me when it’s over.'
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