Primal Urges

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Logan and Creed are biting, rolling, and slashing the hell out of each other…neither one getting the upper hand.

Panting, Logan wipes the corner of his mouth, “If ya’ think ya’ getting’ out of here in one piece…think again.”

“You don’t have it in you, runt.” Creed pants back. Both are a mess of cuts, rips, bites, and tears…both almost at their limit.

“She’s here!” they hear one of the agents holler and they both look into the house. Coming up slowly behind the other X-Men, is Storm…as regal as she could ever look.

“No…” Logan whispers, then he yells, “No! ‘Ro, no don’t!”

He forgets Creed, running into the house to block her. She looks at the cuts and bruises on him, her heart wrenching…watching as some are already healing. “Logan, they have Rogue…I have to trust they will let her go. Please, we already talked about this…”

“I can’t, darlin’…I can’t…” he says low, his eyes on fire.

“You can, because you’ll come get me…and I’ll be waiting.” Ororo whispers back, all the love she has for him in her eyes.

Creed watches the tender moment and growls, suddenly possessive, “That’s my frail, runt…” he says as he starts to charge his enemy again. Logan turns just in time to prepare for the onslaught, but suddenly a high powered energy bolt shoots out, stunning Creed to the ground. “We came for her…not anything else.” Wraith says as he waves four of the guys to carry Creed back out the gates.

“We can be civilized about this…” Wraith tries to continue, but Hank cuts him off. “The civilized thing would be to let Rogue go and leave Storm alone.”

“Can’t do that…got orders. Now if you please…”

Storm looks at all her friends, drawing strength from them. Finally, her eyes touch Logan…and the look shared is electrifying. “Ninakupenda, mpenzi…” she whispers as she touches his chest. Her eyes turn white for a second as an electric strike hits him and he falls to the ground. The other X-Men look at her shocked as they see tears fall from her eyes. “I had to, or he would be beyond uncontrollable. Please watch over him…”

Hank nods as she turns to the agents. “Now, let her go.”

The agent throws Rogue over to Hank and grabs Ororo by the neck, “You got yours…we got ours. Let’s go, can’t stand bein’ around mutants too long.”

Everyone bristles as they practically drag Ororo out the door…with those in the rear dropping smoke bombs to cover their escape. Scott tries to strike a blow to get through the smoke, but by the time the smoke is gone…so are they.

Logan comes around a few minutes later…still a little stunned. “’Ro? Where’s ‘Ro?”

“She’s gone…she went with them to save Rogue.” Jean says. A more tortured yell has never come out of anyone like the one Logan makes as he drops to his knees, howling in pain…tears running down his face as he feels his heart drop. Rogue, who was being held by Hank, goes over to him…dropping to her knees and hugging him tight. “We’ll get’er back, Logan…Ah promise…”

Jean stares at him, taking in how ripped apart he must feel. No other choice… she reminds herself as she moves over to the broken windows. Concentrating on all the broken glass, she floats them all to the large receptacle on the side of the mansion. Hank also goes over to pick up the remnants of the doors while Scott helps with the clean-up. Rogue, still with Logan, looks up at Remy, “Get the others from the shelter. Have ‘em come up hea’ and help.” She points in the direction of the shelter and Remy runs off, then she stands to move over to Jean to help.

Logan is damn near despondent…barely conscious of anything going on around him, until Professor Xavier comes up to him. “Logan, she did it to save Rogue…you knew she wouldn’t stand here and let them sacrifice themselves for her, not even you.” Logan still does not move, so he tries again, “We will get her back…”

“No…I’m gonna get her back!” he snarls and stands, claws drawn. His face is one of pure death…nothing of the man that was torn by having his love taken away, again.

“Logan…we have to come up with a plan…” Xavier starts, but that cold glare along with the promise of death quiets him for the first time. “Logan’s not here…” Wolverine says as makes his way downstairs to change out of the shredded clothes he still has on. An ominous aura descends on the room as he leaves…Scott looks up and comments, “Once the kids get up here, we need to get to the Blackbird…Logan is not going to wait for anyone, and he doesn’t need to go out there alone.”

They nod as they hurry to get the rooms cleaned up. Soon, a group of kids come cautiously into the room…looking around at the destruction done. A few ask questions, but generally they all just start picking up the pieces. As they continue to work, Xavier calls the X-Men over to him, “I can supervise them…you get downstairs and try to help Logan. In the primal state of mind he’s in…I don’t know if I want to think about what’s he’s going to do.”

“He’s looking to kill someone…anyone that lays a hand on her. Speaking to him calmly will probably be a waste of time.” Scott says as he looks over to Jean…I know how he feels…

“Try…get the Blackbird in the air and armed for battle. Stryker will fight to keep what he has…” Xavier supplies, but Hank adds, “And so will Creed. You saw what he did…he feels like Ororo is his, that he claimed her. When Logan faces him again…”

They shudder to think of the fight that’s going to happen, but first thing’s first…the team heads out the dining room and to the lower levels while Xavier watches the kids. Rogue sees them leave and comes over with Remy. “Professor, we should go with them…they could use all the backup they can get,” she says.

“Remy needs ta’ help…Remy feels like he started all ‘dis…” speaks up the Cajun. Xavier hesitates for a moment, then he concedes. “Go ahead, but be careful.”

They run off…and Xavier can only hope that everyone comes out whole after this one.



While they were cleaning in the mansion, Ororo was taken straight to Stryker. The old colonel looks her over like she was an attraction in a zoo…and she stands straight to look directly in his eyes.

“So, you’re what Logan has been protecting, huh? I can see why he’s been such a pain…for a mutant, you definitely a looker.”

“I know what you want with me…let’s just get it over with.” Ororo replies. Stryker smiles, “Don’t take no bullshit either…definitely one feature I know he’d love…”

“You don’t know anything about Logan…all you know is what you want from him,” she hisses and Stryker moves into her face. She tries to keep her face void of any reaction as his foul breath sweeps over her. “Logan is my prize…and I’ll get him yet. For now, producing his offspring, and offspring with traits like his is the main priority. You, my dear will be the well-spring where all these gifts will flow…load her in the truck.” Two guys grip her roughly to throw her in the back, but Stryker pulls back and slaps them both. “I said specifically that this subject is not to be harmed…WHATSOEVER! The next man to touch her inappropriately will have to deal with me!”

There are a few mumblings, but no one says anything else to that. She climbs on the seat with them about to seal her in when Stryker jumps up, “Almost forgot…can’t have you try to blow away the whole fleet, now can we?” He produces another inhibitor and a pair of shackles…and a flash of another place where those were put on before she was attacked runs through her mind. Swallowing that fear, she stares at him as he attaches them…her glare unnerving him a little. He steps out the jeep, locking the gate. He climbs into the truck behind her as he watches Wraith climb in with her…now, he’s secure in the fact that she’ll be as he requested when they get back to the compound.

“Move’em out!” he calls as the convoy rolls out…Creed in the lead truck, seething. He has to play like he doesn’t care or his whole endgame will be trashed. It’s bad enough that Wraith knows what’s really going on, but to have her this close and unable to do anything. His body hardens just at the thought of the both of them in that cave again…his eyes darkening with a sickening desire. It was the closest thing he had ever come to calling love…as demented and twisted as it is. When they get back to the compound, he’ll find away to be alone with her…to make sure she knows who she belongs to. A genuine smile lights up his grizzly face as the trucks head to Alkali Lake.

Wraith looks over at her, wondering how he could have missed how truly beautiful she is. Out of all the times he has had run ins with the X-Men, he just never paid attention.

“You are awful quiet…that’s good,” he starts off. He has never been the type that can sit somewhere without saying something. Ororo just looks at him, a far-off look in her eyes. He can see that she’s worried, so he tries his own bit of cheering up, “I’ve been told it won’t be that bad…if you’re cooperative.”

She says nothing, but continues with that hard stare. It’s beginning to unnerve him… “Look, I can imagine what you think of me, but I’m not so bad…”

“Is that what you keep telling yourself?” Ororo finally says and he flinches. “I know what Creed did to you…and I know why Logan has lost his mind. You’re his, aren’t you?”

A small flicker of affirmation flashes in her eyes as she confirms his theory, “Thought so…Victor can never get past the fact that Logan is just an all-around better man than him. Hell, the ladies always loved him…and that used to burn Victor up. He even killed the first woman Logan was in love with…”

Ororo’s eyes widen as she prepares to listen to the story, “Her name was Kayla Silverfox and she was part of the Weapon X squad. She had the ability to persuade anyone to do anything she wanted…and Logan fell hard. When Logan decided that he had to leave the team, it enraged Victor…so much so that he followed Kayla home, raped and killed her before Logan got home. The bastard made it looks like one of the Brotherhood did it, but it finally came out that it was him all along. It was done to force Logan to stay with the team…force his animal instincts to come out. But, Logan wanted no more of the killing, walking away anyway…pissing off Victor even more. He still feels like Logan betrayed him…which is why he wants to continue to make his life hell for as long as he can.”

He leans in a little closer to tell her, “I think though that Victor has gone past smitten into obsessed, and it not just because he wants to get at Logan. He wants you now…professes that he claimed you…”

“He raped me…that’s all. Logan has claimed me…marked me as his own.” Ororo replies in a strong voice. Wraith sits back, astonished, “After all that, he took you anyway?” and the burning glare tells the story. “Wow, I’ll bet old Vic doesn’t know that! This ought to be good!”

Ororo turns away, absorbing all the information that she has been given. My poor Logan…he has to go through this because he dared to be his own man? As strong as she has been trying to be, a tear falls from her eye. Wraith sees this and unexpectedly pulls a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe her cheek. Now, I see how Logan got sucked in!

The rest of the ride is quiet, both thinking of how wrong this whole thing is…and the impending consequences.



Logan wastes no time in getting his uniform on and is almost ready to head out when he sees the rest of the team come down…even Rogue and Remy. He ignores them as he flashes his claws in and out for a minute, then heads towards the garage area. Rogue runs up to him and grabs his arm, “Logan…we’re comin’ with ya’, and we’re takin’ the Blackbird. Ya’ ain’t gotta do this alone…”

“She’s in this ‘cause of me…and she’ll get out of it ‘cause of me,” he murmurs as he continues to look forward, but Rogue keeps a strong grip on his arm. “We’re goin’ thea’ now…c’mon.” Logan reluctantly lets her drag him to the loading dock of the Blackbird. She marches him right up the ramp and straps him in the seat…like he’s a child. “Now, Ah’m goin’ ta’ get dressed…ya’ betta be hea’ when Ah get back!” She rushes out while Logan just stares out the window…wondering what they’re doing to her now, if they have her caged or they’re pokin’ and proddin’ her like they did him. I ain’t one for prayin’, but whatever God watches over her…please…until I get there…”

Rogue heads back to the locker areas, rushing into her uniform while the others are ready to head to the jet. Cyclops looks at everyone, saying, “We’re there to destroy what Stryker has planned and all the DNA stored. But the priority is to get Storm out of there…unharmed.” They all nod, but Rogue asks, “What about Logan? We all know what’s gonna happen once he gets in thea’…”

Cyclops displays no emotion as he says, “Whatever Logan must do, we’ll let him…”

Jean stares at him in shock, “What are you saying? You condone what he wants to do?!”

He turns to Jean and says very distinctly, “If it were me…I know he would understand. I haven’t been easy on him…hell, most of the time we really don’t get along. But, I know how it feels to lose someone you love, but in his case…he not only loses them; but have them violently brutalized as well. He’s a man…even he has a breaking point. Ultimately, I have to trust that he will do the right thing, but I will not penalize him if he doesn’t.”
Jean nods…not quite sure how to take all this. They head into the jet…seeing Logan sitting there staring into space. Rogue takes the seat behind him, with Remy sitting across. As they are all getting situated, Rogue places a hand on Logan’s shoulder…for comfort. The docking bay doors slide open as the engines on the jet ignite. An ear-shattering roar fills the dock as it lifts into the darkened sky.

Jean looks back at the sullen Logan…a small twinge of jealousy hitting her. Was he this upset when I was gone? And why does that matter now? She turns back to look at the console when she decides to say something to Cyclops, “I know its been sometime now, but I was wondering if it was like this when I was gone?”

“You mean; did he go absolutely ballistic when you died?” he returns, slightly annoyed. “He was distraught, but nothing like this. This is almost as if something was ripped out of him…now he knows how I felt when you were gone. It’s funny how we have changed places…”

Jean looks over at him, and places a hand on his arm…it’s obvious that they have some things that they still have to work out.

The Blackbird streaks towards their destination…with a very determined team aboard, one near homicidal. They can only hope for the sakes of the mercenaries that are sure to be in there…they have done nothing wrong to Storm…



The convoy pulls into the barracks with everyone disembarking to their perspective stations. Wraith takes her arm, helping her off the back of the jeep…leading her over to Stryker and Dr. Schmidt. The doctor’s eyes brighten as he looks her over. “You have brought me a wonderful specimen, Colonel…we must get started right away. I have the lab prepared for her, as well as the samples for the procedure. I need you to come to the lab and specify which one you want to try first.”

Stryker looks her over again, “That’s easy…the samples set up in Delta one through seven. That way, those samples might be easier for her to carry it to term.”

Ororo looks at him hard…Damn him! He would want to do that, it’s what he wanted anyway! 'I gotta stop this…'

“You’re wasting your time…” she says and they both look at her…Wraith cringes because he has an idea of what she’s getting ready to do. Stryker smiles, “What do you mean? This is no waste of time…”

“It is if I’m barren…I can’t have nor carry children.”

Stryker’s face reddens as he starts to stutter. “What do you mean, barren?! You fucking mutants…can never count on you to be good for anything?!” He looks at her closely, “Wait, you’re lying! Doc, check her out to make sure…”

Ororo smiles sadly, “He’ll tell you that I have been recently damaged…uterus ruptured. He’ll also tell you that even when I am completely healed, there will be less than a slim chance that I can successfully carry any child that you may want me to…”

Stryker grips her by the front of her shirt, growling low, “So, you and that damn Logan have been getting a little too friendly…?”

The smile she has turns into a deep scowl, “No…this was not Logan. He would never rape anyone, but I’m more than sure you know who would.”

Stryker steps back to look at Wraith for some kind of explanation, seeing him avert his eyes in answer. He then searches around the compound for the person who has completely jeopardized his program…and finds him standing against the wall, staring at the woman in front of them. The bastard doesn’t have a clue about what the woman said, but by the look he has on his face…she was telling the truth.

'Mutated excuse for trash!'

“Doctor, I need you to check her out. Make sure what she says is true then come up with some way we still can make this work. Wraith, tell Creed to meet me in my office.” Stryker says quietly. The doctor takes Ororo by the arm and leads her off to the lab…Creed’s eyes following her. The Colonel cannot contain the rage building in him right now, so he stomps off to his office…preparing for a showdown that is long overdue.

Wraith walks over to Creed, shaking his head, has that woman bewitched everyone? “Vic, Stryker wants to see you…”

“What for?”

Wraith shrugs his shoulders, “I dunno…but I would get there now.” He watches as the big man heads down the hall to Stryker’s office and smiles. 'This IS gonna be good!'

Creed knocks on the door before entering, seeing Stryker standing at the window that overlooks into the lab.

Noticing that the old man hasn’t responded to him being here yet, he walks over to the window to see what he’s looking at. Down in the lab, he sees the frail being led to a table. When they let her sit, the doctor prepares a syringe while one of the guards removes her shackles. The doctor turns back to her with a needle and she starts to fight until two guards come over to hold her arms as he administers the drug…within moments she’s out cold. He calls over some nurses to help him remove her clothes…the memory of that dark skin heating his body yet again.

Stryker turns to look at Creed and sees his reaction to the woman down there…bastard! The Colonel walks over to his desk to speak, “So, Victor…this was your choice for this experiment?”

His mind still on possessing the creature below, so he doesn’t hear him at first. “Creed!” Stryker calls louder.

Creed hears him now and questions, “Yes?”

“She was your choice?”

Creed smiles smugly, “Yes, she was. Perfect for what you want to do, right?”

“She does seem like it…” he starts as a beeper goes off. Stryker turns to answer it while Creed turns back to the window. He sees that the doctor has her dressed in a hospital gown and that she is still out cold. He walks over to a large machine and presses a button. A large blue light comes out and sweeps over her…back and forth in a few passes, then shuts off. The doctor types in a few things before saying something to the nurse…then he turns to head out of the lab. Creed decides it’s enough and brings his gaze back into the room…waiting for Stryker to say something.

“Is that all you brought me here for?” he asks and the old man shakes his head, “No, but I need to wait for Dr. Schmidt before I say anything else.”

“Why?”

“Since she was your choice, we have to make sure that you were right in your assumptions. He’s on his way up here, so make yourself comfortable.”

Creed frowns, but says nothing as he takes a seat in the chair by the desk. Within moments, the doctor comes in…heading to the large screen in the corner of the room. He shakes his head as he passes Stryker, but he turns the screen on anyway. There are x-rays displayed and he begins his diagnosis.

“I hate to inform you that she is right…her uterus has been horribly ruptured…” as he points to five dark spots on the screen. “It looks as if holes were poked right into her…they are healing, but it will take some time. Also, her vaginal cavity has been badly scarred…as well as the rest of her. She has multiple scratches and scars all over her body…highly concentrated around her private area and chest.” Dr. Schmidt takes a deep breath as he continues, “She also has four long scars across her chest that look as if they are just finishing the healing process…if I were to guess Colonel, this woman has been viciously raped.”

Creed jumps out of his seat, “Raped?! How in the hell can that be?!”

Stryker spins on him with a horrible sneer on his face, “Because of YOU, you fucking fool! You did it!”

Creed’s jaw drops…'how could they know?'

“I had nothing to do with that…it had to be Logan…”

Stryker laughs uncontrollably…enough to piss Creed off even more. “Do you really think that I’m that stupid?! She told us and I had the doctor here check it out…and sure enough…” The Colonel walks around the desk to stare Creed right in his eye, “I can see it in your eyes, Victor…you did this to that woman and why? Because you wanted to get back at Logan…and in the process you have completely destroyed what I am trying to accomplish! She’s useless now!” A surge of anger hits him so hard that he pulls the tazer he has on him, hitting Creed in his chest…knocking him to the floor. Creed looks up and snarls when Stryker hits him again with the high charged tazer. The mutant falls back to the floor with a sickening thud. “This egotistical asshole has always put his vengeance against Logan before anything else…and this is going to stop now!” He moves over to his desk and presses the intercom, “Send six guards up here…I need Victor Creed escorted to the lion’s den!”

The Colonel walks back over to the doctor, “If she can’t carry the specimen, what good is she?”

The doctor smiles, “She can produce viable eggs for the procedure. She is still a very healthy mutant and her powers must be powerful enough to have you block them…a combination of hers with those of Weapon X should be amazing.” Stryker looks down on the unconscious Storm, “Then that’s what we’ll do. Since you are the expert in reproductive medicine, you should be able to know when it can be done.”

Dr. Schmidt smiles, “Yes, there are only a few times a month we can harvest, but she is close to hers. With the technology of laboratory conception heightened, it should be no problem to create a subject with the tools given to me.” The doctor then looks at floor where Creed still lies.

“What about him? I know we still have some of his DNA on file…do you still want to use it?”

Stryker sneers, “Throw it away…I wouldn’t waste my time trying to create anything from that mistake!” As he speaks, the guards come in…walking over to their colonel. “Take him to the Lion’s den under heavy guard. Charge the bars full strength until I can figure out what I want to do with him.”

“Yes, sir!”

They all grab Creed and drag him out the door…heading for the holding cages for subjects. The hallway is very dark and dank, smelling like urine. They carry him to the largest cage they have…called ‘the lion’s den’ after Logan. This was where they held him…pacing like the caged lion he was. They haven’t used this cage since then, and it reeked like it. They throw him on the floor, locking the cage and charging the bars. One of the soldiers call out, “Have someone come down here and hose this place out…it’s disgusting!” They file out the room, leaving the hulking mass on the floor to wonder what the hell happened when he wakes up.

Dr. Schmidt reenters the laboratory, walking over to the sleeping Ororo to check her vitals. Through all of his career he has been looking for the perfect subject to perform the type of experiments that could carry reproductive medicine into the next millennia. As he sees that she is stable, he takes a further look at the scars and damage from the mutant named Creed. He lifts her gown, examining the four vicious ones across her chest. They are definitely claws marks…definitely done in anger. He can only shake his head at the obvious signs of brutality on this woman. Usually, the welfare of mutants are never my worry, but any blatant brutality bothers me… Dr. Schmidt covers her back up and moves over to the cooler where the samples are stored. He opens it and pulls two samples from the second shelf marked Weapon X then taking them over to the table to prep them for insemination. The process that he has invented will take less than half the time it would take done the conventional way. The subject should have viable eggs within a few hours with the drugs he gave her earlier. He looks at the vial with the mixture in it…designed to be a sedative as well as amp up the reproductive system for women, forcing the body to produce a higher abundance of eggs. It usually takes a few hours, but it has been very successful in his subjects. The only factor here is her phyisiology…it may have adverse effects, especially with the scarring and trauma…

But there was no way he was going to pass up the chance…

He prepares the test tubes for the procedure then places them back into the cooler. Checking once more on the monitors attached to Storm, he calls a nurse to come over. A petite, little, brown-haired woman comes over, “Please transport this subject into the extraction room…this lab is too drafty. Make sure she is comfortable.”

“Yes, Doctor,” she says as she detaches the brakes to the gurney then wheels her into a small room off to the left of the lab. Satisfied with the progress of this venture so far, Dr. Schmidt heads back out towards his office to work on some reports.



Creed awakens with another pounding headache…cursing Stryker’s damn invention of that fucking thing! He stands, holding his head and not yet fully aware of where he is. Victor stumbles a bit as he gets his legs back…falling into the charged bars, receiving a high-volt shock.

“What the?” he asks, fully awake now. He looks around and sees that he’s been locked up in a cage.

Instinctively, he tries to grab the bars, but receives that shock again. Snarling, he looks around, trying to see any other way out of here, but fails. He growls, momentarily forgetting what happened for him to get down here. He wants to rage, but who’s gonna care?

“This is BULLSHIT!!!! STRYKER!!!!!” he screams as he continues to pace in the cage. He can remember being in one like this many years ago, with Logan. They had been captured by the Viet Cong during the war…submitted to unspeakable tortures, but since they had the healing factors, it was a waste of time. So, the ‘Cong decided to kill them, again a waste of time. When they had recovered, they blew out of that village…literally. Creed had set some booby traps near the area they had kept them…blowing the whole village to hell. Logan was not the same after that; was always after him to calm the hell down and think before he acted.

“Fucking pansy…” he mumbles as he recalls the exact moment they had their last falling out. He had met that Kayla woman and wanted to do the family thing…Victor couldn’t have that. No one wanted him, no one would even tolerate him other than Logan…he couldn’t lose him. But Logan wouldn’t see reason, just had to keep saying that it was his life and he could do what he wanted with it.

Victor wouldn’t let it go…

Stryker hadn’t wanted it either, so they hatched up a plan to get rid of Kayla. Make her leave him, but Victor couldn’t get over the fact that she chose Logan, when he was the much better choice. He had gone there to convince her that Logan wasn’t the one for her, but when she called him a pathetic excuse of a friend for trying to stop his happiness…he lost it. The animal came out and raped her then when she wouldn’t stop screaming, killed her. Logan would definitely leave now…so he trashed the place and made it look like Juggernaut was there. It would’ve worked too, if it weren’t for the fact that he forgot that Logan can sense him…and he sensed him on her. That battle was epic, but in the end Logan left them all behind, especially him and he shouldn’t have done that.

Creed walks over to the wall and leans against it…too angry to really think straight and knowing that he can’t do anything about it. Logan has always had the luck; ladies, freedom, life…when he set out to do something, he did it with no one telling him otherwise. Me, on the other hand have always had someone telling me that I can’t do this, I can’t do that! How the hell could he get away with stuff? I mean, what is the big deal? If they are the enemy, then why would you care what happens to them? And the women…they’re only good for one thing, so what if I’m a little rough…they like it!

Logan was always the ‘nice’ one…had women flocking to him constantly. He doesn’t have the prowess I have! Those frails just needed to learn who they should have come to first! He smiles…definitely his better area of expertise…

…then came the X-Man frail.

Honestly, he wouldn’t have even thought twice about her if it wasn’t for the fact that Logan seemed to be sweet on her. There was no way he was going to let that one think that Logan was the best at anything…being an X-Man doesn’t make you a better mutant! But, something happened that he damn sure didn’t count on… She didn’t give in and fought him the entire time, even if it wasn’t actually fighting. She had the guts to not do anything he said, took everything he did, and it began to feel too good doing those things to her. He had never experienced anything like it, and he wanted more…then Logan came, stealing her back. Logan needs to learn that once something is his, it stays his…

'This one will not go back…she can adjust. If she can like Logan, she shouldn’t have any problem liking him since they both the same…'or so he thinks.

Being in here is NOT where he needs to be…he yells again, rushing the bars and taking the shocks…each sting pissing him off more. His claws extend as he starts slashing at the walls; chips of mortar and cement flying in all directions…I have to get outta here! The thought of being in here is beginning to strangle him, until he sees the slash marks on the opposite side of the wall. Creed looks closer, noticing that they are much deeper and longer…like they were made with blades…

'Logan…'

They held Logan in here…probably why they decided to throw him in here, too. Even with the adamantium, Logan couldn’t get outta here… So what the hell makes him think he can?

'Pure stupidity, that’s what…'

Creed continues to claw away at the walls, floors, anything to get him out of this mess. The guards posted nearby just shake their heads…they know all about Creed and his temper. Pretty damn glad that they have him behind those bars… they both think to themselves, having heard of the horrors that Victor Creed can delve out when provoked. They look down the hall to see a group of people coming closer…more than likely there to see Creed. As they get closer, they can make out Colonel Stryker, Dr. Schmidt and a couple more guards. Saluting the Colonel, they let them pass into the den…where anyone can still hear Creed is still losing his mind.

“What is all the noise for, Victor? You have to know that no one really gives a damn about you screaming in here?” Stryker says smiling.

Creed stares hard at his visitors, “Why the fuck am I in here?” he asks menacingly.

“Cut that tone with me…you know full well why you’re in here. Because of some overwhelming vendetta you have against Logan, you put my project in jeopardy…did you think you were going to be able to get away with that?” the old colonel inquires. Creed does everything not to charge the bars again, but this is too much! His gaze narrows as he decides to take the calm approach to this first…

“I suggested the best subject…not my fault you listened to me! And it’s also not my fault that she’s Logan’s, just an added plus…” he says in an even voice.

“For whom? She was to be untouched, Victor…I specifically told you that, and you did what you wanted to do anyway. I should’ve figured out what happened when you told me what Logan did…he only reacts like that when it’s personal.” Stryker returns and that damned smirk of Creed’s returns.

“So, she was touched…a lot. You can still use her, can’t you?”

“This is why you are in here…you don’t see that you did anything wrong, do you? Maybe if you hang in here for a while longer, you’ll understand. But, I do need you for one more thing…brought Dr. Schmidt down here for that reason…” Stryker steps aside and Creed looks at the older man and the guards with him, wondering what the hell this is for.

The doctor steps forward to look him over, “Yes, well…since it has been established that you were the one that did this to her, we need to perform some studies to make sure that you have no antibodies or anything that could be construed as detrimental to the subject, so…” The doctor nods and the two other men with them step forward with large stun batons. Creed steps back a bit, not really wanting to go through all of the stunning crap again…but he’s trapped. The batons reach out and zap him with exorbitant amounts of electricity…knocking him cold again.

Stryker smiles, “You know…I’m actually getting a kick out of putting that guy’s lights out. I’d get rid of him permanently, but he’s still useful for some things…and he’s still the closest thing I have to copying Logan. Once I’m able to create offspring from Weapon X…then Victor will be obsolete…another reason to hurry this experiment along!”

Dr. Schmidt nods in agreement as he tells the guards, “Now, will you please bring him to the lab? I have a special gurney for him to be strapped down on.” The guards pick him up and drag him down the hall to the lab. As they pass the den guards, Stryker tells them, “You need to get that area cleaned up…he’ll be back.”

The guards moan as they go look in the room…the stench of urine and a distinct foulness that can be attributed to Creed lingering in the air. Shaking their heads, they drop their weapons and head to a nearby utility closet to do as commanded…



Creed is dragged to a heavy gurney with titanium clasps, designed to be unbreakable. They drop him on it then quickly fastening the clasps to his hands and feet. Even with the stun batons, he will wake up soon and neither one wants to be around when he does. They leave the doctor alone with him as they make their way back to their posts. Dr. Schmidt stands at a table, preparing vials for drawing blood as well as some other DNA tests that he is curious about. A nurse that has been helping him with the tests that he has been running to prepare for his experiment is there with him…staring at the immobile Creed with a strange glint in her eye.

“My dear, no need to worry about this one…he’s pretty useless for what we need to accomplish.”

The nurse looks back at the doctor, “He seems to be a fine specimen…what tests do we need to run?”
Dr. Schimdt reads his chart, “The usual disease-baring ones. Have to make sure that he doesn’t have anything that can contaminate the subject.” The nurse looks back at the mutant, “What do you mean, contaminate? I thought the subject was fine…”

He frowns as he says, “This thing raped her…” The nurse gasps, but there is a faint smile at the corners of her mouth. “Well, then let’s get started.”

The pretty nurse with brown hair moves over to the table to gather the syringes and vials while the doctor continues to looks over the charts. He has been given the records of both Logan and Victor Creed, finding them both fascinating. There is more to this obsession with Logan than meets the eye…maybe I can find out what it is…he thinks as he peruses through their military records. The nurse notices that his attentions is on those papers, so she slyly slides some vials into her pocket…making sure that she is not seen. The others are in the cooler…maybe I can get them later…

A loud growl comes out of the awakening subject as he comes out of the shock-induced coma. In most cases, Dr. Schmidt could really care less about mutants; they only have as good a reason to be around as is needed by scientists and researchers, but in this case…

He has read the files on Victor Creed and on Logan, and it is more than clear that the better of the two is not laying here on the table. They both share the speed, stamina, strength, and healing capabilities…but Logan has a greater capacity for common sense and has a surprising level of intelligence, close to genius. Creed has only used the sensibilities of his animal side to get him through most problems, which gives him the disadvantage.

Logan also has other factors about him that makes him a worthy subject for study, while this one could just as easily be added to the zoo as an attraction. Sighing, the doctor prepares the needles needed for what he has to do and he lets a nurse draw up a syringe that will force the subject to go numb all over. He jabs that into Creed as he’s still waking up.

“That shit has gotta stop…” he moans as he feels the light pin prick...the pretty nurse smiling at him as he starts to get sleepy. He thinks, Pretty thing…nice brown hair…smells familiar…

“This will relax you for a while…just wait a few moments.” Dr. Schmidt tells him as the nurse moves away and to the cooler. A warm feeling comes over him right before a sharp stinging. He grunts as he soon can’t feel anything on his body from the neck down.

“What was that for?’ Creed asks.

The doctor stays busy gathering materials, “To make sure that you don’t move while I perform these tasks. And to make sure that you don’t get any ideas…”

“What the hell do you…?” he starts, but then he smells it…that strange scent that has been haunting him for months now. She’s here…somewhere around here… he turns his head around, trying to take long whiffs of the direction she may be in. His eyes catch the slim figure of the pretty brown haired nurse as she comes over to help the doctor with his prep. Smiling sickly, he says in a lewd voice, “Cut me offa here and I can show ya’ a good time…I can sense your interest.” The nurse turns to him when he says this, so he asks, “Wha’cha name?”

“My name is not important, but it’s Raven. I would think that you have had enough trouble with what you did to be bothering with me.” The nurse snarls at him and he could swear that he’s seen that expression before, turning his attention back to scenting Ororo. Shaking his head at not making it out, he turns to Dr. Schmidt with the doctor seeing the reactions and smiling, “Typical animal behavior…anyone would think you were in heat with how you’re trying to track her down. Don’t try…she’s no longer your concern.”

Creed tries to move, but the medicine given to him has him motionless…and the doctor snickers, “Just let me finish and you can go back to your cage. I don’t understand what convinces you that you can even come close to this Logan. From what I have seen, you aren’t even in the same category when it comes to even the basic of things.” As he watches Raven attach a butterfly to Creed’s arm to draw blood, he adds, “I wish I were around when Logan was here…he seems to be an amazing specimen. When we are successful with the creation of the new offspring, it will be interesting to see what kind of powers they will have when we combine hers and Logan’s.”

“Logan? Why are you using just Logan? I thought it was going to be a mix…” he asks, steadily getting upset. The doctor still fills his vials, and is ready to take a small skin sample when he says, “Stryker decided that the first group was to be only Weapon X. Since he is sure of his DNA, he can have the offspring that he wants while trying to figure out any more combinations.”

“Why didn’t Stryker use mine?” he wonders out loud, but it’s pretty obvious after he says it.

But, he didn’t expect this… “The Colonel wanted all of your samples destroyed, never to be used. He was of the opinion, and I agreed, that you were too unstable and unpredictable to be reconstituted. The results we want to achieve will not be successful with a subject like you. In any event…your DNA is too submissive, not a good match for the dominant strain from her. For a truly superior offspring, both strains should be equal in strength, and that would be Logan.” Dr. Schmidt says all of this as if he were explaining it to a child, not realizing the potential consequences from so aptly putting Creed in a sorry-ass compartment by himself.
'Submissive? Not compatible? Not a good match? Destroyed?!' all run rampantly through his mind. No matter what he does or did, no matter what he may even think…no one will admit that he is superior to Logan! 'NO ONE!!!!! What in the hell will it take to rid of him?!'

The nurse bites her tongue at the absurd faces he is making, wanting desperately to laugh. As much as it would be easy to try to kill Logan, it would be the hardest thing anyone can do, even Creed. The adamantium shields his bones and is unbreakable…one of the reasons as to why he wanted the bonding, but Stryker told him that he wouldn’t survive the process…let alone all of the adamantium that was processed had been used on Logan.

Creed stares at the ceiling, his arms and legs useless…for now. Dr. Schmidt finishes his work and gives him one more shot, “Just so you stay behaved,” he says as he moves away from him and takes his specimens into another room. Victor lies there seething…too many things are coming at him from all sides; the grudge against Logan, the frail being hidden from him, and his DNA deemed as trash. His eyes are getting heavy, but as they are falling he can make out that nurse Raven entering the cooler for something…not paying any attention to him…

'What the hell is she doing?' he thinks as he drifts into a sound sleep. His last thought being…'once I can get up from here…we’ll settle things, once and for all!'