Return of Weapon X

Chapter 11

Victor wasn’t sure how long they were riding, how long they were running. But it’s been at least two days so far and things weren’t calming down for either of them. Not only did he have to deal with ‘Logan’ and his attitude problems but they both had to deal with other attacks from the dogs of the government. How they kept finding them, Victor couldn’t honestly tell you because he didn’t know.

Tracking systems of some sort? But how, the car they were in didn’t have any form of GPS due to the fact that it was an older model. The radio was shattered, which was the result of ‘Logan’ needing to scratch something and the lack of agreement on what radio station to leave it on. They just didn’t agree on anything, at least when it was ‘Jimmy’ with Victor they could stand the same type of stuff in the car, but that was so long ago.

Tags of some sort? Like what farmers use on cattle or what’s used for pets these days?

“Pull over.” Logan growled angrily, how did he manage to get himself into this situation. He just wanted to leave and get away from everything. How did his life become worse in such a short time, it honestly had to be a record.

Victor growled at being disturbed, he was trying to figure something out for the benefit of the both of them, ‘Jimmy’ would have known better but he had to remind himself that the ungrateful whelp sulking in the passenger seat knew absolutely nothing. Was practically a babe.

“Why.” Victor forced out through gritted teeth as he rolled the window down, wanting something new to smell instead of the shell of his brother. Too nostalgic. Victor eyed the runt in the corner of his eye as the whelp shifted and sat up taller. Obviously trying to make himself more intimidating, it might work for other people but Victor wasn’t other people. He was Victor Creed, he was Sabretooth and Sabretooth feared no man.

A low growl, frustration most likely from what Victor could hear. Smirking coldly at that he eyed the tree’s idly while waiting for ‘Logan’ to simply use that mouth of his and ask for whatever he wanted to pull over. Training the runt was oddly fun.

Another growl, poor thing realized he actually had to talk.

“Gotta take a piss…” Logan forced out, muttering on how Victor was an asshole under his breath knowing full well the larger feral could hear him just fine. He hated being stuck with this man, hated it so much he wanted to paint the inside of this car red. But he had to fight to keep that darkness at bay; it was awfully hard to do lately. And he failed to do so back when he was with the X-Men. He found he actually missed those geeks and found himself awkwardly wondering how they were doing. 'Probably better off without me.' Logan thought bitterly.  

“Piss in a bottle.” Victor sneered and heard an angry growl as a response.

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Logan snarled angrily.

“Pull the fuckin’ car over before me pissin’ in the car will be your last problem, bub.” Logan snarled angrily, his claws out to show that he was serious. For some reason this idiot wasn’t taking him seriously. And that was a rather big mistake when it came to him. He spent fifteen years showing people that he wasn’t a joke and wasn’t someone to screw around with. Cut a bloody path at times in doing that and never looked back once.

Never.

Only when the temptation to look for who he was attracted his complete attention away from whatever it was he was doing at the time. It wasn’t fair how some people knew him, and he knew nothing. Absolutely nothing. He didn’t even know if ‘Logan’ was his real name. Or why he gone by Wolverine, what Wolverine meant to him if it meant anything else.

He could hear Sabretooth snarling in turn, Logan found it alarming but unimportant the same time. Like he heard it a thousand times before, knew it was one of annoyance rather then a threat. How? He didn’t know, but he knew. Angrily the car swerved to the side and the brakes were slammed. Logan being who he was just gave a mocking smile with a curt,

“Thank you.” And with that he exited the car and walked down to the closes tree and relieved himself. Faintly aware that Sabretooth exited the car as well.

Logan looked around in front of him; it would be easy to get away. He was free from the situation he left behind and had only one enemy to worry about now. For now. Something told Logan that his enemies who shot at him back there would be after him. Logan would be better off alone, better off without Sabretooth. That and he didn’t trust the man to truly have his back, why should he. They were enemies. So then why should Logan stick around?

Only that it felt too natural to be around the colder sadistic man near the car. Just like it was natural for him to hold beer the way he does, smoke a cigar and how he liked Harley’s rather then normal every day motorcycles and cars.

“Don’ even think abou’ it runt. You won’t get far.” Victor purred, though his dark purr hide the annoyance he felt at the situation. It was just too damn irritating to deal with this brainless sorry sap who was good for nothing. At least when ‘Logan’ was ‘Jimmy’ this situation would be over and done with by now and they’d be driving again. Not Victor having to deter ‘Logan’ from the idea of running, the runt wouldn’t last two days without him. Not even.

Logan snarled over his shoulder as he zipped himself up. Irritating class-a son of a bitch anyways.

“Can’t a guy pee in peace?” Logan growled angrily as he stalked towards the car, glaring angrily at Sabretooth who looked too mockingly amused for his own good. Jackass. Logan thought angrily as he watched Sabretooth stand up again instead of leaning against the hood of the car.

“Obviously not.” Victor mocked as he walked over to the driver, half shocked that ‘Logan’ didn’t demand to drive. He might demand it in the future still, which was a situation he was obviously against. Victor didn’t want the runt to screw things up. And in order for that to not happen, Victor had to have complete control.

“Asshole.” Logan grunted as he slammed the passenger door and crossed his arms, not bothering with the seatbelt. Why should he, he’ll heal anyway. This situation was maddening, it was too familiar and dare he say, normal.

“Cry me a river sweetheart.” Victor purred, despite the wordings it was purely for fun. Nothing meant for it. Victor only cursed to himself inwardly afterwards, he wasn’t suppose to be joking with ‘Logan’. He didn’t joke with anyone but his brother. Only with ‘Jimmy’. Everyone else he mocks, taunts and is cruel too. Granted he’s been known to do those things to ‘Jimmy’ but that was to teach is wayward sibling. Only to teach. Be cruel to be kind.

Logan snarled at the obvious joke. Sweetheart?! Logan wasn’t fond of that. But he let it go and instead just stared out the window watching things go by dispassionately. He wasn’t even aware that a few hours passed until he looked at the clock. And the gas was nearly out. Hopefully there would be a gas station somewhere here.

'“We’re brothers, Jimmy. You realize that? And brothers protect each other. You have to be hard now, hard so nothing can ever touch us.” Who said this? Who was talking? Was it to him? Or was he the one who was talking? He didn’t know, but he knew that it couldn’t have been him. He would never have said those kind of words when he was a child. Would he?'

Logan didn’t even realize he was holding his head or that Sabretooth was saying his name. Hell he didn’t even realize there was a clawed hand gripping his shoulder or that his own claws were out. Not even when they lightly clicked together as he gripped his head.

'“I want to go home.” Was that him? Did he say that? He was so confused to the point where his mind was in pain. HE was in pain. Why? Where was home?'

Logan growled a low and angry one. One that got most people nervous especially due to the fact that they didn’t know how he was going to react.

“Let me out.” Logan forced through gnashed teeth as he nearly pulled hair from his skull. Sure he got whispered voices of things he never remembered, or nightmares. But those were all when he was sleeping or in passing. This one, this one felt too strong. Was it a memory? He hoped so, but damn did it hurt. It felt like something bad happened, like something life changing. Why? How? He didn’t know.

“Out… I need out…” Logan forced out. He felt the car slow down, he didn’t wait for it to be fully stopped as he practically shot from the car ignoring the fact that he was called after and someone else was insulting him. Thud, the person dropped. Was he dead? Logan didn’t know all he knew was he had to make it stop hurting. He kept walking as quick as he could away.

Finally he felt a strong grip on his shoulder and was spun around. Too familiar. This situation.

“Stop. Just stop walkin’. What the hell’s wrong with ya?” Victor growled, hating the concern he was forced to suffer through for ‘Logan’. ‘Logan’ wasn’t his brother, he wasn’t.

“I need to go…” Logan growled as he shrugged the grip off despite the light biting of clawed fingertips. He only made it a few steps before he found himself next to a tree, lightly he touched it before deciding it was as good as any to lean against. So he did, ignoring the presence of Vic-Sabretooth. He didn’t want to consider the man by the name he gave, he was Sabretooth. Only Sabretooth.

“You can’t, anyways where would you go? Canada? Mexico? Where?” Victor bite out cruelly as he took a few steps towards the area where ‘Logan’ was now sitting so limply. Pathetic. Victor nearly sneered.

'“We can’t. We stick together, no matter what, and take care of anyone who gets in our way. Can you do that, little brother?” He has a brother? Older or younger? Who? How? Where was he all this time?! Did he even care? Everything was just so confusing. And the hopelessness and hopefulness of the words in his memory was distracting.'

“Don’ care… Gotta go.” Logan muttered, he didn’t even know he was sitting on the ground against a tree. He just wanted to fade right now; his moods were too unstable for him right now. And the memory or whatever it was made him too disoriented. Which was new, he’s gone through how many years with whispered words and flashbacks he couldn’t fully remember the next morning.

“We can’t. Listen, you gotta trust me here. I. I know what I’m doing okay.” Victor growled. Why did ‘Logan’ seem so hopelessly lost? Almost like, almost like ‘Jimmy’. Almost. It was distracting, and making things unpredictable for Victor, and he hated that. Snarling inwardly he gripped the runt’s arm and started back towards the car.

Logan only realized what was happening half way to the car before he growled angrily and ripped his arm from the clawed grip, uncaring that the claws left healing cuts. He heard the words ‘mutant’ and ‘freak’ from the gas station. The claws no doubt gave them away. Who cared anyways? Logan sure as hell didn’t. Let them start something. His mood was shifting on him again.

“I ain’t goin’ no where. Not with you, not ‘till you answer somethin’ for me.” Logan snarled out angrily, positioning his feet so that he could defend himself or attack. Either way, it was obvious he wasn’t budging.

“We don’ have time for this.” Victor forced out, his lips curling in disgust and anger. ‘Logan’ was ruining everything! A low snarl worked it’s way up from his chest to his throat, it was something that warned everyone that you don’t mess with Victor Creed.

“Ain’t movin’ ‘till I get that answer, Sabretooth.” Logan reinforced as he glared at foolish people watching from inside of the gas station. He heard someone assume that the metal claws were knives. Idiot.

A growl before Sabretooth sighed irritably.

“What?” Victor forced out, unaware that the question would no doubt shock him. Or aware of the black vans coming this way from the opposite direction they came from. Trouble. And this situation failed to give him any preparation time.

“Who’s Jimmy?” Logan asked. His honest curiosity for who this ‘Jimmy’ character was blanked out the raging instincts that told him to get away. To fight. To kill. To escape. He had to know. Needed to know, it was as important as breathing.