Return of Weapon X

Chapter 7

Logan wasn’t sure how long he was driving for at this point but he knew it was now dark, and it looked like a storm was starting up. Natural or not? Probably was, Storm wouldn’t be anywhere near these parts as far as he was aware. Why would they anyway, they’d probably be looking for Magneto. They should have killed him, it’s a good way in keeping your enemies from coming back and haunting you.

Deciding that it was time to stop, being that he had to relieve himself. Despite having a healing factor, his bladder can only take so much. And being that there were no signs of outhouses or small gas stations anywhere he decided to use a tree, did it plenty of times before to really give a damn about it. He couldn’t shake the feeling though that there was somebody missing, like there was suppose to be someone either driving or riding shotgun the entire drive. Hell, he was sure that at one time there was suppose to be someone there to have pissing contests with. Though he couldn’t be sure on that one though, it seemed to be too farfetched to be him.

Then again, he didn’t know himself all that well. Too many blank spots upstairs.

The first raindrop he felt on his bare shoulder gave way to a down pour of rain. Cursing lightly Logan just walked back to the car and got in; it seemed like a good time to sleep. He slept in storms before, so it wasn’t a big bother. Pulling off the road more he made sure no one would knick the car or anything. Leaning back in the seat Logan took one last look around before closing his eyes and finally dozing off, he already knew it wouldn’t be a good night’s sleep but it’ll be better then nothing.

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Two days passed since Sabretooth stumbled on what was happening, and unfortunately for him he had a lot of things to think about. Things he didn’t want to think about which sent him into a tailspin of a bad mood that cost over a thousand dollars in damages and the local morgue was busy. Not that he cared about that part. It was what he was thinking about that was bothering him far more then wanted.

Snarling angrily he glared at the crumpled piece of paper he held onto, a rouse to get his brother to show his face. And it probably would work far too easy, the runt got careless at times and these were situations he no doubt would get sloppy in. That’s why he always needed someone watching his back, that’s why he needed his older brother. But no, the damn goody-goody had to go storming off because their job asked him to do something unfriendly.

Who was he joking!

That’s what they were. They were born this way. They were born crueler then apes. They were born crueler then men. And yet the damn runt didn’t seem to understand that it was just the natural order of things. They were meant to be this way, meant to be on top of the food chain. Sabretooth was proud of it, but his damn brother was too naïve to accept the facts. They were what they were.

Sabretooth growled as he crossed a few scantly clad women near a dark alley way, this wasn’t a friendly part of town and he fit in too well here. Not that he really cared. They jumped and he smirked, the frails obviously didn’t know how lucky they just got it tonight. Lucky them.

Without a moments hesitation he crossed the street causing a taxi to slam on the brakes and curse at him. Sabretooth glowered at the man, which was enough to get the fool to keep going and quickly in order to avoid an actual conflict.

“Guess some people have brains after all.”  Sabretooth sneered as he entered the shady bar he frequented when he was in this part of the city, the woman were loose and easy and the men were willing to look the other way for the most part if he by chance dragged a frail away of if she made the mistake of going willingly with him to either behind the bar or the bathroom ending up the same way if he would have dragged her.

But he wasn’t here for that, no for once he was here on more important things. He had to decide what he was going to do with his brother. And the whole problem that created. Like the whole problem of who’s who in his mind. Logan, Jimmy, James, Wolverine. In a way they were all different people, James was his first friend. Jimmy was his brother. Wolverine was his enemy and Logan was a stranger.

And being that it pretty much was two names for most of their history, Logan and Jimmy, he had to decide who’s who. And if he was helping his brother or a stranger. And helping a stranger didn’t sit well with him. A stranger didn’t mean anything. But a brother, that was family. That was blood. And for the longest time he believed that blood was thicker then water and his brother used to believe that too.

But he changed!

So Sabretooth did too!

And now, now that stranger. That brother needed his help. Needed the help of an older brother, and Sabretooth knew that he needed someone who didn’t take up a mutant name to change his identity in ways that didn’t include physical or legal. Sabretooth knew that wasn’t Sabretooth. He knew it was Victor Creed, the animal he used to be before he became the same animal under the name of Sabretooth.

But could he? Could he really help his brother, could he just turn around and help the little traitor?!

“What could I get you honey?” A woman, new worker obviously asked him. Sabretooth sneered at her for breaking him out of his thoughts, she had no right!

“Whisky ‘n sweetcheeks, leave the bottle.” Sabretooth answered as he took hold of the bottle and shot glass before she could disagree with him, she was smart enough to just leave. He watched her leave with clear disgust in his expression before turning to his drink and skip the glass altogether.

What to do?

Looking at the clock he noted that it was only 3 AM, he made his decision. He’ll help, and if it was Logan rather then his brother. He’ll make sure Logan disappears, he won’t help that stranger. And his brother needed his help, but he didn’t know where to look. He had to get into contact with old contacts to say the least. Smirking slightly he was actually looking forward to the upcoming hunt.

~_~ Next Section ~_~

'Logan walked the battle field he recognized from instinct and a photograph. World War 1, No man’s land. Looking around he noted the barbed wire and idly stared at it. Did someone he know joke about it? Tripping on it? Who. Did he even fight here? Was that possible? How old would he be then? 

Gunshots! Loud, he was being shot at, but by who?! Logan hit the ground, instinct told him that it was useless. This was called ‘No man’s Land’ for a good reason. It was pretty much a free for all, most soldiers got shot and killed here from enemy soldiers snipers or lucky shots from other enemy soldiers. Snarling angrily his claws out, but what was he laying on?! Looking down he noticed he was on bodies. Hundreds of bodies! 

Yelling out from surprise Logan stood up as quickly as he could, nearly stumbling over a young soldier’s body. Wrong uniform?! Civil War. How?! 

“What the fuck are you doin’ to me!” Logan yelled out to the blackened sky. Red? Was that even possible! This was a dream. A nightmare. It had to be! Without a moments hesitation he took off and he didn’t care which direction. Claws still out and a murderous feeling coursed through his veins as he practically jumped over the barb wire and into an enemy’s trench. He was here. He killed people here. No not people, enemies? But weren’t your enemies people too? 

The only thing was, he didn’t find was enemies ready to shoot him dead. He found blood, gallons of it. The trench was filled with it. He could practically taste it in his mouth. Scrambling out of the blood he found himself standing in bodies of soldiers, civilians, woman, children, the elderly and animals. They were all dead, rotting and faceless! 



Fear! He was afraid! Afraid and angry, hurt and confused. 

“Let me wake up!” Logan snarled angrily at the blood red skies and at the bodies below him. He took off running as fast as he could, he didn’t know where. Hell he didn’t even register that he wasn’t running in rotting bodies anymore, didn’t register that he was nude with wires and things hanging off of his waist. He didn’t stop until he stopped in front of a mansion’s door. He felt so weak, so lost. 

“Let me in…” Logan found himself whimpering, and hating himself for sounding so weak and helpless. He was cold. Why was he cold? Why did he hear a child yelling? Roaring? 

Unfortunately he couldn’t rest to figure all of that out, in the distance he could have sworn he heard people walking and orders to shoot on sight being called. The air, it was still filled with rot. Blood. Fear. His? He didn’t know. 

“I’ll kill you. All of you!” Logan snarled angrily, loudly while not moving from his curled up fetal position against a door he didn’t recognize.'

Logan woke up, panting looking around wildly. He was dreaming, it was just a dream! Snarling angrily he sat up angrily and started the car. He had to get out of here. The taste of blood still thick in his throat as he nearly drive into a car coming his way, snarling at the honking that was disappearing behind him as he put distance between himself and the angry driver. He saved the driver’s life, with the way Logan was now he would have killed him if confronted.

“Soldiers… So many dead.” Logan mumbled to himself as he whipped the cold sweat off his face as he rolled the window down and let the air rush in. There was no scent of rot in the air. No blood. No one trying to kill him. Safe? Unlikely. But he had to keep running, keep running from the darkness. Keep running from the biting claws of the darkness that was forever on his heals. Keep running. Never stopping. Can’t ever stop.

“There were children… Woman… I couldn’ o’ did that. Not me… I wouldn’t.” Logan found himself saying, a few minutes later he found himself swerving to the side of the road where he slammed on the breaks. He was thankful that he didn’t wear a seatbelt as he practically jumped out of the car and to the side of the road to heave. He didn’t eat since yesterday morning and the sun was just starting to come up.

“Fuck…” Logan growled as he leant against the car. What should he do? He couldn’t go back to Chuck’s. Not now, not ever again. Not after what he did and what he can very well do again. He was too dangerous to be around there and around kids. They wouldn’t be protected from him.