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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 5
The ride down to the lower levels was a long one, it gave Victor too much time to reflect and the sounds of the elevator didn’t help get his mind off of it any even though the elevator ride was loud for him. But he heard louder. So no, he was forced to think about his current situation. Who he was. What he was. Everything. Being in such a calm place like this one, it always did it for him. Especially when he was alone, and ninety percent of the time he was. No one came near him, which was a good thing.
He wasn’t a good guy, despite him being here and helping. He could see the ol’ punching bag go pale with some of the fantasies he catches Victor having, broken bodies of frails of both genders. Tortured and beaten down just the way he liked it in both physical and emotional ways. Raped, Victor was an animal, and if it would get you down and broken he’s been known to use some form of it on both genders. Preferred frail females though, they had a feel to them that was right. The few times he’s done so to males it was solely for the psychological impact. Nothing better then taking a so-called alpha male and demoting him in every way possible before killing him. But that was the animal in Victor that drove him; he never got much gratification from it only the thought of breaking men down did it for him.
And all of that was why he was kept in sight at all times, despite his free roaming rights on the grounds. He was always watched. Not that he cared, he is man enough to put his own carnal needs aside to do what he wants to do and do what he feels needs to be done. And Jimmy was more important by a sliver, but enough of one to be more important. He’ll fix his brother, he will go back to his own life and Jimmy would either follow him or they would choose some other path. Enemies most likely. They were too good at being enemies.
Snarling angrily he nearly forced the doors to open faster the second he heard the doors start to move as the elevator came to a stop. Thankfully the doors moved in a good speed, it allowed him to escape into pristine hallway. He sniffed the air, this hallway was a high traffic area and it led to three main places. The hanger. The danger room and Jimmy. Victor skipped the hanger and the danger room and walked towards the cells.
But he stopped just before entering; he couldn’t bring himself to walk through those doors just yet. Weak… Can’t even face yer own brother. Victor’s snarled at himself inwardly. He leant with his back against the wall, the door right next to him. He could hear his brother faintly inside. Though he’d have to actually go inside the room to see for sure.
He’s done this each day since they brought him here. And each day he failed to enter. Enter to see what Stryker and his screw-heads did to Jimmy. Enter to see how fallen his sibling truly was, how much he was damaged goods to society now. Jimmy would never be able to live in a general society again because of this, just like Victor can’t. But for different reasons.
Jimmy was damaged goods, wounded by Weapon X and Stryker and everyone who signed up. And, and by Victor himself. This was why his brother couldn’t live in society now, he could live through it or around it or in the shadow of it, but not in it. Jimmy was too old and too screwed up and, despite morals he was a killer, society wouldn’t accept him. And that was without including the fact that his brother just like Victor, was a mutant.
Victor couldn’t because he was an assassin, a serial killer, a rapist, a mercenary and all around bad guy. And Victor didn’t really want to be anything else, why because it was fun. He was a predator, an animal. Animals kill, animals take what they need whether its food or around mating season. They just did, and Victor was an animal and he was cruel and he was unforgiving. He was what he was. And why shouldn’t he embrace what he was? So society and Victor was now like oil and water, and he would keep it that way.
'“Victor, have you ever heard of the Weapon X program?” Victor heard Stryker say while Victor scanned the cages down below in question.
“No, why should I have?” Half-mindedly he answered as he watched a young woman enter. Blond. Serious. Too serious. Victor sneered. Frails these day’s thought they were all that and all important.
“No, if you did then my security in keeping things quiet would need to come into question. I suggest we start a partnership.” Stryker casually stated as he set a folder down on the desk in front of Victor while he stood next him. Victor wasn’t fond of the closeness, but didn’t make a move anyway.
“What for?” Victor growled, eyeing the title on the folder. ‘Project: Weapon X’. What a stupid and useless name for something that would probably be nothing but a waste of time.
Victor hated the small smirk he saw on Stryker’s face just then. But didn’t say anything about it. Just waited and listened. Stryker made promises to him. Promises that he would be able to get back at his brother for just leaving like that. For leaving Victor like that when the damn no good whelp of a brother had no right!
“So yer tellin’ me. You had a frail seduce my brother to keep an eye on him. While you and I, partners as you say, hunt down and catch little muties ‘n cage ‘em up. And yada yada yada. I get the adamantium after you test it on my brother an’ experiment on Wade.” Victor hummed slightly as he idly looked at the file uncaringly, but he refused to look at the picture of his brother. The frail was a looker, he’d love to see how she screamed and cried and pleaded and died. Pity he couldn’t have his way by the looks of it.
“Exactly.” Stryker confirmed a cruel, but calm look tucked behind a veil of professionalism. Victor could respect that, to a point. So long as Stryker gave him what he wanted, then Victor would have no problems doing what he did.
“Only if you figure out how to shut that shit up. For good. It’s annoying hearing him sing off key in the showers in the middle of the night.” Victor agreed, a sly sadistic grin appearing as the distant sound of nonstop talking echoed in his ears alone. But Stryker would know, the man wasn’t entirely stupid.'
Victor was too angry to realize the complete seriousness of that day and the days to come. But he does now, boy does he now. And a part of Victor did in fact feel something close to guilt and regret, but he always crushed that down. He was Victor Creed for crying out loud! He wasn’t one to feel guilt or regret. He’s murdered and tortured and raped and decimated, but he did not feel guilt or regret! That was beneath him! It was it really was!
Talking, he could hear talking. Distinct accent, but his ears couldn’t quite pick it up through the thick walls and doors. He only picked up enough until he pressed a button that allowed him to hear, but not be heard. The damn elf was in there, every day that freak show delivered food. Every day he pleaded with Jimmy. Weak! Soft! Frail little elf. The elf was new that much Victor could say though he didn’t seek the freak out to find out more. But he could gather that the elf wanted to make friends, and saw something in Jimmy that he wanted to be friends with. Pathetic.
Then his brother lashed out, as he always does at one thing. Sorrow. Pity. Sadness, Victor always smelt it on the blue elf between the sulfur and other scents picked up from whatever he was doing. His baby brother has yet to say a word though, and every day the punching bag tries to reach Jimmy through his mind. Every day it ends up as a failure.
Victor hated the idea of some whack-job goodie-goodie in his brother’s mind. Especially after he saw him turn Jimmy off outside the base they raided.
'Victor didn’t know how they did it, but they did. They cornered his brother in one of the hallways closes to the exit where the X-Jet was waiting. Thankfully. One of the most useful in this situation was close to him, already given his standing orders. Victor’s claws lengthened, and wild eyes turned on him accompanied with a guttural snarl. One he never heard his brother make before, not even when he was thoroughly pissed off.
Victor shook that thought from himself as he snarled right back. Instinct. He heard sorrow filled words from his large now metal partner. And the second a buzzing from a walkie-talkie was heard as other X-Nobodies communicated with each other, Jimmy attacked them. Naked with his claws out and gleaming with blood covering most of his brother’s body and hair standing on end. A complete wild appearance.
“Down boy.” Victor sneered as the fight started.'
Victor took his fair share of injuries that day, all healed well enough, but it did nothing to stop the emotions he so hated to have from assaulting him past the point his physical injuries sealed shut and mended.
'Victor barely even felt his brother’s weight. Defenseless nude and undignified with all those wires hanging off of him, metal up along his spin and going directly into his brother’s head. Into his very brain, Victor only knew this because he saw them while fighting and felt the metal when restraining him. He wasn’t fully aware of the attention given to him instead of Jimmy. And he didn’t care.
It was hard to swallow, and too many emotions coursed through him. His own injuries forgotten and left to be dealt with when they regained importance. No, right now his main attention was on his brother who looked like Jimmy, but was wrong in so many ways. And quite frankly Victor was concerned, and it took a lot to get him concerned. Not for his mission, his safety or his gain. But for a brother he tried to help and failed, a brother who was captured and broken down to nothing.
Victor always wanted his brother to embrace that other side, but this was pushing it. Jimmy had no mind of his own! Victor wasn’t even aware that his very emotions that he always kept neatly packed away and bottled out of the way was now clearly shown for the world to see.
Concern – for a brother he failed to protect and was now laying broken and bloody on the ground at his feet. And not by Victor’s doing!
Horror – for what they have done to his brother, Victor could do many things. All of them horrible, but he would never truly get down to such a level as this. Not to Jimmy anyway.
Anger – at himself for failing! He failed! He failed to do what he always boasted to being able to do! And that was to protect his brother, the only family he now acknowledged inwardly. The only family who quite frankly gave a damn about Victor.
Bloodlust – Unrestrained and not very hidden as his claws remained elongated and his teeth bared out of rage instead of pain. Pain meant nothing to him; pain simply reminded him that he was alive to do something. He was going to make them all pay! Shed their blood in rivers! Maim their bodies until nothing more than dust is left! Erase them from the world of the living once and for all! And he can, and he will.
All of his emotions seemed to repeat over and over again, giving him a headache to worsen his mood. Victor wasn’t even aware that he took all of his brother’s extra weight, or that he was whispering promises of revenge for him. Promises of being a brother again, and quite frankly Victor didn’t care. He simply took his brother onto the X-Jet and let the others follow him into it. He eyed the girl with disinterest. She meant nothing to him, just hardware stolen from his brother’s flesh.'
The sound of footsteps, turning his head slightly he noticed it was the fearless leader himself. Victor sneered. By now a lot of time probably passed, his brother was finally quiet. His howls roars and growls of rage were now nothing more than eerie silence. Victor let go of the button and turned to face four-eyes.
“Why are you still here?” Scott demanded his voice kept neutral, but Victor heard the simmering hatred underneath of it. Righteous rage. It was a grand thing to take and break and watch as victims and frails alike crumble and lose hope because their rage did nothing. Intoxicating at the best of times.
“What no, hi how are you bullshit? Wow, that’s a shocker. Usually you try ‘n play nice with me. Be the good man, fix ‘n let go of past grudges?” Victor taunted, a curve of his lips offered a mocking sneer and a slight show of one fang.
“Cut the attitude, Sabretooth. We both know I didn’t forgive you, and I don’t pretend to. But I am the leader of the X-Men and as such expectations are present for me. Something I doubt you could understand fully. Now, why are you still here?” Scott practically hissed, it was obvious to Victor that the man could barely stand being around him and that was a good way Victor managed to get under his skin. What did this punk have in him that got ‘Logan’ to come close to obeying? Victor would never know, Jimmy on the other hand wouldn’t. Not unless this punk proved himself first.
Victor snarled lowly, his eyes flashing with rage, but he held it down. Perhaps he will visit the danger room after all to release some pent up rage. Lucky boy’s getting off easy thanks to technology, now it’s a pity they couldn’t make the danger room bleed.
“You already know why I’m here, boy. If it ain’t to yer liking, then tough cause I don’t give a flyin’ fuck what you think in any way.” Victor snarled out and on second thought he simply added,

“It’s past your bed time boyscout.” He sneered angrily at the so-called leader before he stood up fully and towered over Summers enough to remind him that Victor was the bigger male here, and the stronger one. Hell he was an alpha male who knew how to take what he wanted. When he wanted and how he wanted it.
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