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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 8
It took him three whole day’s in order to actually track the runt down, and find him in an out of the way town. Sabretooth would have to head that way, and hope the runt didn’t move on by the time he got there. Snarling slightly he couldn’t help but consider the runt nothing more then an aggravation that wasn’t needed. Still after twenty some years Sabretooth was getting bored of wondering the globe without his little brother. It wasn’t fun like it was in the beginning, he didn’t completely admit it but he missed the fights that started with moral disagreements.
Good times.
Clicking his claws against the dash of his borrowed car, the frail left rotting in the trunk. Good times. Sneering he checked her purse for cash, found it along with a few credit cards. Everything else was thrown out the window. It wasn’t like he needed money or anything of that sort. He was good with getting money and setting up bank accounts and kept them open for twenty years before closing them and opening new ones. He did it in a manner that nobody would say anything if he by chance used the same name, money and the threat of murdering that said person did wonders in keeping them quiet. And when that failed, he had cash hidden away in places only he and his brother knew about. And considering his brother’s currently M.I.A only Sabretooth knew the locations.
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Four day's passed, uneventfully much to Professor Xavier's obvious concern. Scott seemed to be happier without him, less confrontations and the threat of a confrontation. The hallways and a few rooms had holes repaired and fresh paint covering the evidence on barely contained rage and lethal tantrum's from their missing feral mutant.
He knew Logan didn't really like being called mutant all that much; it was nearly the same as being called an animal. Something other then a man, and Logan fought tooth and nail to be a man instead of a weapon or an animal. Professor Xavier was fully aware of this from the few times he's ventured into the man's mind. A majority of the time it seemed like Logan's emotions and instincts shifted like a dark storm, like he was never fully conscious even when Logan seemed to be awake and aware.
And other times, there was calmness to his mind that caught a psychic's attention just like the dark storms of Logan's mind seemed to push psychics away. The feral was a puzzle to say the least and yet very simple at times, which contradicted how complicated the man could come across.
None of his other students and a majority of his X-Men could organize a simple task with militaristic precision involving more then one person just as quickly as he could care less about a mess on the floor or if he was sitting in someone else’s spot and they wanted him to move.
None of this brought him back to the issue of the fact that there was now an empty spot on the X-Men, Logan's successfully disappeared and the bait's laid out around the country in search for Logan made Professor Xavier worried. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to just stand by and let a valued member walk off like this. Scott wouldn’t be happy with the fact that Professor Xavier was looking for Logan in order to bring him back and have him be a valued part of the X-Men. His skills were necessary.
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“It’s an awful shame really, that the girl didn’t live through the tests.” Stryker said as he regarded the fragile corpse of the young mutant they brought in, her number was 1-01. She didn’t look twenty any more, the stress and pain she was put through made her age unknown on first glance. Not to mention he was aware that the guards tormented her when the cameras were turned off. Maybe if they did their jobs he’d let them get back at Wolverine for making the guards who they replaced from twenty years ago look foolish.
“Yes, although we managed to harvest her ability well enough to fabricate it and would have enough to tend to twenty people for five years in the laboratory beneath us next to the room where we have the Trigger located.” Doctor Cornelius stated calmly, he hated being around the man. The screams were horrifying enough but he had a job to do, and he was a scientist. What else could he do?
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Five days in total. Five days since he left the school he called home for around a year at the most regardless of how long he stuck around or stayed away. Five days. Five long days. And now Logan found himself tired, stressed and barely finishing off the breakfast he ordered from a rather polite waitress who looked like she could fall asleep any moment. The woman most likely worked all night, but from what he overheard it was more likely that she was tending to a small infant at home. Probably what it was though Logan didn’t really care to think too much into it.
“Any more coffee?” The very same waitress asked kindly, a polite smile gracing her face. She found herself concerned with the man’s presence. He reminded her of the kind of men her mother once warned her to stay away from. He looked dangerous and seemed to be in a very foul mood. Poor thing.
“Nah, I ain’t into coffee now darlin’.” Logan answered as his ears picked up the sound of several vehicles doors opening. Place was probably about to get busy which meant it would be a good time for him to get moving, he’s stuck around too long as it was. He had to get moving; his instincts always told him to keep moving, keep running. It was odd though that as of two days ago everything went quiet when it came to him. It probably was done on purpose; just like the missing and wanted signs he’s found of himself in several different towns and cities.
“Okay, let me know if you want anything.” She said kindly as she turned away from his table in order to walk away, immediately going to speak with a young woman who entered the restaurant, ready to take her order.
Logan watched over his shoulder. The woman gave him a one up and smiled pleasantly. It was a fake smile; he knew fake smiles when he saw them. Saw them plenty at the school from both children and the teachers. She didn’t stay though, which was odd and slightly unexpected. Was she suppose to be meeting someone or something? Narrowing his eyes he stood up, the waitress who was kind to him now radiated fear and that made Logan anxious as she and everyone else suddenly disappeared. Why?
Curling his lip he trained his ears to the window as he prowled closer and peered out through the blinds. Black van’s, cliché but now obvious on what was going to do as the side doors opened and nozzles of several heavy powered guns stuck out. An order was called through walkie-talkies, and Logan felt bullets pierce his flesh and pang off metal as he hit the ground. Then all he knew was pain.
He had to get moving, had to get out of the spray of bullets. But even that wasn’t an easy thing too do as he nearly slipped a few times on spilt coffee and his own blood. Growling angrily he moved as quickly as he could but it was getting harder as he had to move through a rain of bullets and his own pain. He was accustomed to pain, but this was making it hard for him to do simple tasks.
He had to get out! He had to escape!
Roaring at them in defiance he threw himself through the back door and into the alleyway.
A firm grip hauled him out of the doorway and shoved him against the wall. Logan couldn’t believe who he was staring at, and who it was who got him out of the way of the bullets that were still going strong. It was his enemy, Sabretooth! Snarling slightly he moved to shake him off but found that too be too difficult due to his healing factor fighting to heal the damage, he had to dig out bullets later though and that was going to hurt. He couldn’t do that now, not in the presence of an enemy.
'We can’t just let you walk away!'
Logan wasn’t sure who said that, somehow he knew it was the man in front of him. Sometime long ago. How long he didn’t know. Was it directed at him, it must have been if he was remembering it and finding it pulling on emotions of conflict. Why?
“Wha’ the hell do ya want Sab…” Logan started to snarl out angrily as he focused more on the man, if you could call him that, instead of the hard wall and quieting gunshots. It won’t take them long to move from plan A to plan B. Whatever that was. A low growl rumbled in his chest as Sabretooth interrupted him. How dare him!
“Victor, you damn well use my proper name runt.” Victor growled out, his decision was finalized at this point as he corrected the stranger in front of him. The stranger who was impersonating his brother. Sacrilege! But there was nothing to do about that at this moment; other more pressing matters were demanding his attention.
“I ain’t gotta do nothin’.” Logan growled out angrily. How dare this animal dare to correct him. Him! Sabretooth had no right in that matter, it didn’t matter that he smelt familiar. It didn’t matter that they were the same in some areas. None of that mattered. None of that gave him even a sliver of a right to correct or even pass judgment on him. No one had that right!
A deep snarl came from Sabretooth; Logan matched it with a growl of his own. Logan was refusing to consider Sabretooth by anything other then Sabretooth despite the fact that his own instincts had other unknown names for him. Important names. Titles?
“We don’ have time for this. They’re going to keep comin’ and they’re goin’ to capture ya runt. They’re goin’ to chain ya up like ‘n animal and use ya as an attack dog.” Victor angrily spat, his eyes cold and glaring into the runt who was face to face with him. This would feel nostalgic if not for the fact that he was getting an angry hateful look that had no recognition and if anything looked blank in compared to Jimmy’s expression.
“Why do you care?” Logan asked suspiciously, the obvious answer to Logan would be one that Sabretooth admits that he doesn’t care. That would be the acceptable answer in Logan’s mind, he couldn’t think of any other answer there would be. Even though there should be. Shouldn’t there?
“They’re comin’ ‘round back. Can you run?” Victor stated coldly, it was a better answer then how he might have answered. He didn’t want to sound more insane then he probably was at this point in his life. After all, to most it wouldn’t make sense if he said that he didn’t care. That he only cared for Jimmy, the brother who walked away from him. And to most, Logan and Jimmy were the same. But the people who thought that were idiots. Victor knew better.
“Do I got a choice.” Logan growled out, his hearing picked up the sound of footsteps coming his way. About twenty or more? Was that for real?! Why was he the target of twenty people who he’s never met before? Or at least he swore he never met before, but he couldn’t be sure on that due to the fact that he makes enemies like there was no tomorrow. And some of those said enemies he didn’t even remember making.
Like Deadpool for example, he had no idea how he made such a crazy enemy like that. The guy literally spoke more the Jubilee, and that girl knew how to talk a lot. Though unlike Jubilee, who he could at least understand to some degree unless she was with Rogue and Kitty then all three of them start going off a mile a minute. Deadpool talks about anything and everything from a decapitation to a pie recipe. Not to mention he keeps mentioning Liev Schreiber, Hugh something and other names he didn’t care to listen too. He only was aware of two because the guy wouldn’t stop talking about them. Or comics for that matter.
“No.” Victor growled as he took hold of the runt’s wrist and literally dragged him in the direction of a back door of another building. It would give them an out, so long as the ungrateful whelp co-operated. So far he did, albeit reluctantly as he half heartedly fought against grip Victor had on him. Too familiar to a time so long ago, only this time they ran through hallways and doors rather then tree’s and bushes. The runt would fight soon; demand answers as if he knew everything and had a right to demand things.
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