Weapon X: Man or Animal

Chapter 17

Hank really didn’t know what to expect when he was mentally alerted to the situation within the room. But his own instincts told him that there was no time to dawdle and the second those stainless doors slide open he was proven right! There was a lot of blood and the noise of the snarling and snapping from Logan caused Peter to nearly jump off the bed in case he was needed Jean, however, persuaded him otherwise. Barely.

But it wasn’t the noise that really caught his attention was the blood. There was so much blood! Covering Logan’s wrists where the restraints were starting to cut into his skin repeatedly as he struggled. That unfortunately was to be expected, the angrier the man got the more he fussed against any form of control against him. It was in the man’s nature even when he was nothing more than a weapon.

He didn’t, however, expect to see blood coming from the Professor’s chest! It was extremely rare that he saw the man badly hurt like that and from going into someone’s mind. In fact, it shouldn’t be possible! No matter how old or how strong the mind Charles went into was. It just shouldn’t be possible!

“Professor!” Hank snapped worriedly as he rushed to the man’s side ignoring the hateful glares he was getting from a very angry Weapon X. Putting him back in the cell was going to be hard. Though right now, Hank couldn’t stop himself or his instincts he glared and snarled right back at Logan. His logical side told him that Logan wouldn’t have done this; this was an unfortunate and obviously bloody mistake. But the side of him that caused him to glare and snarl right back at the struggling man wasn’t logical as much as it was instinctive. Not to the extremes Logan probably dealt with at times. But close. 

“Hank. It’s not Logan’s fault, there probably isn’t wounds just my mind believing that there is. It is possible to bleed through pores and to bruise. That I believe is all this is. Hank!” Charles said persistently, catching Hank’s attention.



“I will… Jean! Could you get in here and help me tend to the Professor if you will.” Hank called out, though a slight snarl still made it in his voice. She did so, hurriedly and gasping lightly at the sight before her. But the doctor side of her quickly went into motion as she made it to the Professor’s side.

“Hank, you know the Professor is right. If you believe it in your mind, no matter how unlikely it is. It can happen.” Jean said softly, but she too was psychic and probably could sense Hank’s anger.

“I know.” Hank ground out as he let her tend to the Professor. Hank, however, had to get a rather uncooperative Logan back into his cell. That wasn’t going to be easy. But first, they had to remove the helmet Logan’s head. Hank due to having a healing factor got the honors. He moved and allowed Jean to pass with the Professor who was holding his chest still.

Hank looked down at the struggling Logan who only paused every now and again to try to catch a look at Hank. Almost like he was expecting something to happen or be done. Perhaps a reprisal? Is that what you expect? Hank thought as he removed the helmet barely dodging an angry bite when his hand drew too close. Hank paused for a moment in what he was doing, his own mood was worse for wear, and his instincts did in fact want to punish the man for what he did. But that wasn’t what Hank was; he wasn’t someone who punished someone for doing something in a moment of insanity. And that was in a sense what Logan was as sad as it, was. He was insane. Made so by other people who took the hypocritical oath and government officials.

Taking a deep breath Hank released the restraints on the wheels keeping the chair in place.

“I am terribly sorry, I truly did wish that this session would have helped you.” Hank said calmly as he took the handles in the back of the restraining wheelchair and backed out of the room. Looking over at the Professor he did in fact have bruises and was covered with blood. The mind truly was a powerful tool. There was no struggling coming from the wheelchair causing Hank to look down noticing the man was looking towards the Professor as well.

'Guilty perhaps?' Hank thought to himself, but he couldn’t be sure and a small part of him did in fact doubt that to be the reason.

~ Man ~ Weapon ~ Animal ~

Weapon X could barely catch his breath half the time between all the snarling and growling he has done and is doing. He couldn’t understand fully what happened to him in that room. What they did to him. What they were trying to do to him? Weapon X couldn’t fully understand what they were talking about, something to do with a mind. His mind, the bald guys mind? Weapon X didn’t really like bald guys they tended to bring bad news. Always did. Though he liked uniforms even less. People in them always equal hurt.

As he was being pushed away from that room. Relief? Did he feel that? Could he feel that? How come he even knew what that emotion even was? Something felt different in his mind, like something was moved around and touched? Not that Weapon X could remember what that felt like, his skull was adamantium and it was extremely rare that his mind was even threatened by scientists ready to dig whatever they could get their greasy paws onto. But it felt weird.

What did the bald guy even do?!

Weapon X managed to look in the general direction the bald man was, seated out of the wheelchair like his, but without restraints. But his legs weren’t moving; Weapon X faintly remembered when he attacked the man. He didn’t kick or anything. Weapon X sneered, and his sneer grew more mocking when he noticed the mark left on the man’s chest. Weapon X didn’t know how, but he knew he somehow caused that. Somehow.

His gut clenched though, Weapon X didn’t understand why and didn’t think much of it. Why should he? This was what he was meant for?

And the handler pushing him, Weapon X could smell the anger coming from him. The fury. Weapon X was shocked when he didn’t feel any punishing blow come his way though, was this man stupid or still didn’t understand the ropes around faculties. Or whatever this place was. The bald man he was sent to attack; now sitting on the laboratory bed didn’t make sense?

Training?

If that’s the cause where was the Colonel then? The one who ran this whole thing? The one who was in most ways, Weapon X’s master? Weapon X couldn’t figure things out, too many mixed signals and too many close calls and the people who never seemed to make things clear. Always angry, but never lashing out at him, stuttering and fearful, kind and firm? He couldn’t make sense of it, couldn’t even figure out where to start.

He did however understand fully that he didn’t trust any of them.

Halfway towards the door, it opened as the man with claws entered angrily, followed by X-23 who seemed to be conflicting with her emotions somehow. Another person entered as well holding his mouth while blood was coming out of it. He was also held by the collar by the man with claws. The man with claws always seemed to be angry whenever Weapon X saw him.

The last time was while Weapon X was in his cell, too many different signals to truly make sense of and behavior that didn’t really seem right somehow. It didn’t fit the man at all, Weapon X didn’t know how he knew that, but he knew that the behavior he shown was out of place. Somehow.

But right now, all Weapon X could really figure out about the clawed man was that he looked beyond pissed. Claws lengthening as the clawed man glared at everyone in the room. He didn’t look at Weapon X though. The loud growl coming from him managed to even catch X-23’s attention as she took a few strategic steps away from him and stood in a defensive position. She kept looking at Weapon X though, like she was trying to figure something out.

~ Man ~ Weapon ~ Animal ~

Getting past the golden boy of Xavier wasn’t as easy as Victor would have hoped it would be. Victor could easily see the amount of damage done to the hallway and recreation area that doubled as a study area close to Xavier’s main classroom. The wall was missing. Not to mention the golden boy could throw a pretty good punch too! The blue elf stunk the place up with his teleportation smoke and was busy tending to the clone and getting her to stand down before she even reacted, teleporting in front of her when he needed to in order to hold her attention. But the girl didn’t think for herself so she didn’t really react unless she had an order to do so. But her considering something unacceptable clearly shown that she wasn’t as mindless as Victor previously thought she was.

Not to mention the fact that the elf now laid unconscious and the girl panting, her body trembling lightly as though she was fighting within herself on what to do next. To kill or not to kill, the age old question Victor’s brother was tormented by. The girl truly was a clone of him. Victor answered that one for her as he connected a punch with the golden boy’s face causing him to spurt blood from a split lip and bleeding nose.

Victor licked the blood off his knuckles even though the taste of the blood wasn’t as appetizing as some other’s blood was. But for the effect it had on little Summers, it was worth it. Giving a cruel smile he grabbed the man’s collar.

“Guess we’re going down.” Victor purred out as he pushed the down button and waited for the elevator to open up for them. Victor never liked the sound of elevator’s, but was willing to admit that it was a handy thing to have at times.

The ride down wasn’t eventful even as the trembling teenage clone stood next to him. He never listened to her aging process, but apparently she was being trained during the time the runt was free and whatever. He didn’t care. The scent of blood was in the air, still fresh. But at this point Victor didn’t react to it even as the doors slide open and Victor exited pulling Summers with him. Limping.

“You should have just let me come down here myself, would have saved you your lip and your nose.” Victor taunted as he followed his brother’s scent noting that the blue Muppet’s scent went that way too. And the metal kid’s scent went in that direction as well. The clone looked towards the area where her cell was located before following him, not that he cared about that. Why should he? She was nothing more than just a clone.

Victor practically dragged Summers with him down the hall forcing the man to fight against the hold enough to stay up on his own feet. Victor wasn’t in a bad mood considering everything. However, that all changed the second he entered the room he smelt that they took Jimmy to. Now, seeing him in this room wasn’t really what got him angry.

It was the state! Not only was his brother fully restrained, he was bloody as well. Struggling against those restraints! What did they do to him?! And above all else, what did they dare to do to Jimmy without Victor’s permission! Victor felt his claws lengthen and ignoring how Summers winced at feeling pricks from Victor’s claws. Letting go of the man he practically shoved him aside.

From here he could see that Xavier was injured as well, but not enough in Victor’s opinion. Surely he had a hand in this! Snarling slightly Victor glared at anything with a pulse aside from Jimmy. He barely looked at him. Couldn’t stand to look at him, the weapon he was and the lack of recognition. Not to mention the state he was in. And that very human reaction only served to anger Victor further.

He could feel the animal in him claw its way forward, despite the fact that he got his glow not too long ago. This cancelled it out, this unwanted and caught in the act situation.

“Someone better give me a damn good explanation fer this…” Victor snarled before threatening them with a darker purred tone that spoke only dark truths,

“Or everyone in this room will lose a few pints or more. And believe me I’m quite capable of it.” Victor looked at everyone in the room daringly, he could hear the heartbeats of everyone and some of them picked up speed, but not quite in fear yet. He knew the clone spaced herself from him, but that was unimportant to Victor. What she did was no concern of his, stand close or move away. He didn’t care.