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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 9
Logan couldn’t fight the nostalgic feeling this situation created, like he was running from something before. Like someone was leading him away from something before. He felt like it was something that happened so long ago, so very long ago. And it angered him because he couldn’t put dates to it, names or even images to it. Just a feeling. Just one unhelpful feeling.
“Stop.” Logan snarled as he stopped, he couldn’t hear people chasing after them at the moment. Though Logan new that they wouldn’t be giving up that easily, especially after the firepower they used against him in such a public place. They weren’t joking, and they probably weren’t fooling around either. Was this because he killed those cops?! He didn’t mean to, they just kept pushing their luck. They should have moved, they should have let him go.
But he shouldn’t have gone with them either. It was his fault just as much as it was theirs.
Logan barely managed to retrieve his arm from the clawed grip, ignoring the bite from the claws as he did so and how his own blood ran down his hand. The few gashes he gained were nothing more then scratches that closed up seconds after it started to heal. Nothing but blood to prove they were ever there. Glaring at the man who he considered his worse enemy he’s gained since his time with the X-Men.
Worse because he wasn’t someone who was controlled by Magneto like the large blond one was as well as the fact that this one was more sadistic and conniving in nearly everything he did. Logan remembered the first ‘birthday surprise’ this man gave him. It was humiliating to say the least, he was beaten down and ended up watching as his girlfriend at the time was both tortured and killed in front of him as his birthday present. He hated him!
So that raised the question, why was he helping him? Unless Sabretooth, as the man introduced himself on his first birthday surprise, was saving all the hurt Logan can get for himself. The man was a sadistic bastard who gained pleasure in hurting others. Especially Logan. Logan swore the man had it out for him the worst. The blond who fought with Magneto was found dead not even a day later, and this man either stole the name Sabretooth or took it back. Logan couldn’t remember which it was, his memory wasn’t the greatest.
Satisfied that the other man wasn’t going to force the issue of them going further or retaliate for any reason Logan eyed him cautiously. Too familiar. The man was familiar; Logan got that feeling every time he came up against hm. And Scott seemed particularly tense when he showed up. Logan wondered why.
“Why.” Logan demanded, glaring as though he were daring Sabretooth to refuse to answer his question. It was confusing, having an enemy help him and it made him anxious and cautious as well. Those emotions never sat well with him before, and they weren’t sitting well with him now. He felt cornered and he felt like he wanted to attack, the dulling pain he had from being shot at wasn’t helping either. Despite how quick he healed, there were bullets stuck in him still and he would have to cut them out in order to heal properly without them sitting in his body where they didn’t belong.
“Why what?” Victor demanded impatiently, he had a good reason what the runt meant but he had too much fun messing around with the ungrateful relative of his. Though Victor was having trouble deciding on who was demanding answers. Was it Logan, Wolverine or his brother?
“Why’re you helpin’ me?” Logan snarled out impatiently, like the bastard didn’t know! He could hear orders being said, they were finally coming in through the same door Sabretooth and he entered.
“Who said I was helpin’ you?” Victor taunted, he couldn’t help but smirk cruelly. He picked up the sounds of orders and guns being checked and reloaded. Their scents were traveling down the hallway as well. It was time to go, and despite how he would love to kill them slowly he had other things he had to do first. Like get himself and the runt out of here. Cursing his good act for the year he took one step back into ‘Logan’s’ space. He decided that this was a stranger, this was Logan. But he saw Jimmy in those eyes, buried but there. That made it okay. For now.
Logan growled. His claws were out, and his keen senses was telling him that trouble was near and it would soon be time to either run or defend himself. Not to mention, to attack Sabretooth for his taunts.
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She was in this sort of job since she was a teenager, and Rachael Rolland couldn’t imagine herself in another job. Her father was in this job, her stories of a mutant with sharp metal claws used to catch her imagination when she was a child. It wasn’t until Colonel William Stryker himself came and told her of her beloved father being killed on duty by the same mutant he used to tell her about. Weapon X.
How she despised that animal. He took away her only family, and here and now she had a chance to get back at him. Recapture that animal and simply watch as he was taken in and broken down to be nothing more then an attack dog on a very tight leash. She had no guilt in shooting at him. She had no guilt in the knowledge of what would be done to him. Her father’s dog tags hung around her neck, a reminder of who she lost and who had to pay.
Weapon X managed to escape the café, but he won’t escape the neighboring building that easily. She had the place surrounded, and despite the fact that he had the help of the turned traitor Victor Creed, Weapon X would be captured to it. She would see to it personally!
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Somehow Victor got ‘Logan’ to go with him without stabbing him from behind or the front. Wherever those claws that masqueraded as knives entered him, which no doubt would have left a sticky mess he’d have to deal with later and more air circulation in his cloths. And they made it down two more hallways and close to an exit to realize that the building was surrounded, but not evacuated. Which was curious in itself. Usually people tend to evacuate civilians in their own country more so then others, even Stryker ordered the evacuation of buildings when they were hunting mutants back when Team X was still more or less whole. But that was for Stryker’s good image with the higher ups.
“We’re surrounded.” Logan snarled angrily, he did not like this. Stuck in a building with an enemy being surrounded by other enemies. He couldn’t help but figure that the hold saying ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’ had a morbid standing in this situation as he eyed the man standing next to him. So familiar, being around this man in a nasty situation felt too familiar. It made Logan confused.
“No really? Didn’ know that.” Victor snarled back as he glared down at ‘Logan’ who simply glared back at him. How he would love to show the runt his place, which was on the ground at his feet rather then standing next to him. But there was other things that was more important.
Silence from the runt was welcomed as Victor ducked out of sight of the high powered lights being shined through the windows on the doors. Snarling softly he kicked in another door, it led to an empty room. ‘Logan’ followed him. Nostalgic having the runt follow him without any form of hesitation like this. There were a lot of times in their lives where Victor had to supply the hiding spot, medical care and protection for the runt. So many times he had to re-break legs and arms for ‘Jimmy’ so he could heal right when his arms and legs healed wrong.
“What’s the plan now genius?” Logan growled as he blocked the light from his eyes slightly and ducked out of sight in the empty room. He heard the growl but other then that gained no cutting remark for his sarcasm.
Victor snarled angrily at him, it was hard working with ‘Logan’. The temptation to knock the fool down was becoming increasingly difficult to fight against.
“The plan is simple. Don’t get caught.” Victor snarled as he dodged the window and made it to the far wall and listened carefully. No one was in the room next door and he couldn’t make out any signs of a trap or an ambush waiting for them. It was closer to the street; if they could get to a vehicle of some sort they’d be home-free. Then him and the runt would talk. A conversation as dreaded as it is was long overdue. Victor was not looking forward to it.
“Wow, that’s brilliant. Why didn’ I think o’ that.” Logan sneered as he eyed outside from just out of sight. He couldn’t see an opening anywhere. How were they suppose to escape now that ‘Einstein’ got them stuck in a room in the building they were now trapped inside. And Logan didn’t stand well for being trapped; in fact he had to keep himself restrained emotionally and keep the animal caged for as long as he could in order to not lose control. He had to hold onto the rage no matter how much it hurt to. And it hurt more then people realize they never knew how hard it was to not attack or lunge at people. They didn’t understand how hard it was to be civil to assholes. Logan ignored the sharp glare he received.
Victor literally bit the inside of his mouth, tasting his own blood as he fought hard not to start a fight here and now. That mouth obviously belonged to ‘Logan’ and not ‘Jimmy’. Sure Jimmy always back talked him but he didn’t overstep his boundary. Not like Logan was. But then again, in situations like this they didn’t have to talk at all. Just certain looks and they were able to work as one. Though he didn’t expect ‘Logan’ to understand any of that, he was practically a temperamental pup in compared to him and ‘Jimmy’.
“We’ll go through the wall, this one in case ya didn’ know. Then we’ll pick the closes vehicle to us ‘n go for that.” Victor growled out impatiently and ignoring the sarcasm that he received only seconds earlier. No response. Good.
“Okay genius, which car would they let us get a hold o’?” Logan growled back, what a stupid idea. Sure it had merit but it was shortsighted.
Okay, so the runt didn’t know how to keep that trap shut. That’s something Victor’s going to have to teach ‘Logan’ in the upcoming future. Victor was well aware of the risks, and the chances of getting to a vehicle. He knew they were going to get shot at and shot in various body parts. Hopefully not the head for either of them, that was something neither of them could afford at the moment. And they were going to have to fight and kill no matter which way it went.
“Let the sales person know when ya figure that out. In the meantime, I’ll be goin’ to whatever car’s closes.” Victor snarled angrily, the runt was really asking for it. Victor was trying his hardest to be nice, to be half way good here but ‘Logan’ wasn’t making it easy. He should have cut his loses when ‘Jimmy’ left him with Team X and lived life for himself! But no, he had to stick around well enough to have a good idea of what the no good amnesiac fool was up to these days and keep toughening him up. Be cruel to be kind.
A growl from behind him caused him to smirk, it was still so easy. Oh so very easy. Though he focused more on his job and the next thing he did was started breaking his way through the wall. It wasn’t quick enough so he beckoned the runt to come closer. He did, very wary like. Victor gave an innocent look which made ‘Logan’ even more wary with good reason. Victor ended up using ‘Logan as a way through the wall by literally throwing him through it. No one was on the other side so it was okay.
A loud vibrating growl came from ‘Logan’. He obviously didn’t appreciate what Victor just did.
“Thanks runt.” Victor mocked as he stepped through the hole and towards the door small door. There was a small window there. When they gone for a car, they would have to break into a run and would have to have it planned on whose driving and who’s riding shotgun.
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