Author's note: I always wanted to write a Weapon X story, so I came up with it yesterday. I wrote three parts so far. Hope you like it! Please review!

Return to Weapon X

He wasn't aware of many things…

His surroundings were dark. Pitch-black to be more precisely. And it was cold,…freezing cold… The other things he could notice were that he wasn't able to hear anything. Not even the tiniest sound or noise made its way to his ears. Compared to the fact that his nose caught the scents of wherever he was, he couldn't really determine what this where exactly was… But what he smelled made him even more nervous…

Sweat and blood were the one things he was able to categorize. But this wasn't what set his inner alarm off. It also smelled like decomposition and death… The more his senses returned and began to work properly again, the more he realized in which situation he actually was. He couldn't see or hear because something, something metallic or metallic-like, covered his eyes and ears; prevented two of his most important senses to give his brain the information it demanded, needed to find out more…

Trying to move, he realized that his hands were tightly bound together. He pulled on it, tore on it until he knew that, whatever it was, was most likely as indestructible as his bones. Indestructible was good right now… Otherwise his racing heart would have already broken through his chest. Moving with a great effort, he felt how most of his body parts refused to obey. Not able to feel his legs, he was sure, even if he couldn't tell that he wasn't in fact hanging from a ceiling, that he was currently on his knees. Numb as they were, he smelled the stink of the stone floor and probably walls. Nevertheless, he couldn't be sure of it…

Not knowing where he was, he tried to figure out in which situation he had gotten his sorry ass into again. He had a knack for trouble, a magnet in his butt that made sure trouble hit him for real and wouldn't miss. Still, he couldn't even remember how he'd gotten here…

The last thing he knew was that he'd been on a mission with the X-Men to Canada. They'd travelled the whole way up from Westchester with the Blackbird until they'd finally reached their target close to the border to Alaska. Landing in the snow, Cyclops had made three groups, each of them with one leader, and so he'd went off with Jubilee and Nightcrawler to find this hidden military basis of which Charles Xavier had believed it was a place for experiments on mutants…

And he could bet he'd found it, only not on the way he actually wanted to find it. He didn't even know how they'd managed to capture him or where the other were. He was only aware of the fact that their scents were not under those his nose caught… Nevertheless, he couldn't tell if this was a good or bad thing.

Jumping back all of a sudden as if he'd been hit by a truck when a hand touched him, he hit a wall hard with his back. Panting in fear while his heart even gained speed, he pressed himself as hard against the stone as possible. Obviously he wasn't as alone as he thought. Maybe it was one of his friends who was with him in that place and wasn't as isolated from the world as he was. Still, if it was a friend he couldn't catch the scent…

Trying to stay calm when hands roughly tore the things from his eyes and ears, he blinked against the bright light of the room first. Adjusting to it very slowly, he could practically feel how his brain kicked into high gear to keep up with the information it got all of a sudden. Opening his eyes slowly he immediately frowned…

There were no friends in front of him, not even people he knew at all. Six heavily armed soldiers stood opposite him with machine guns pointing to his head and chest, while one tall and smirking guy, also in a military dress, stood behind them. Confused, he saw the three long scars that looked like deep scratched on the man's face. Looking to and fro between them, while he didn't dare to move an inch, his brain was feverishly searching for a possible escape. The room in which he was kept in was indeed a cell. Ground and walls consisted of dark stones, no hole in it that could tell him if it was night or day. The shiny glimmering between the cold, hard stuff told him that it was probably adamantium that held them together.

And it hit him. The truth came practically too easily to him that he really could burst out into laughter. This cell had been prepared only for one reason… To make sure he couldn't get away. They had planned to capture him, had probably lured them into a trap to get to him and had killed his friends…

So no one could safe him…

Looking at the men in front of him again, he realized for the first time that also the bars were made of adamantium. If they'd close them he couldn't get out of here alone…

Watching how the gorilla behind the soldiers, who looked rather scared to death at him even if they had weapons, lit up a cigar and inhaled deeply before he released the smoke again, he gave him the deadliest look he could come up with in his situation. Hearing the low chuckle from him, he began to growl threatening.

"Oh, what's that, soldier?" the gorilla asked him grinning madly. "Is that your way of saying hello to an old fella?"

Narrowing his eyes, while he still kept to the wall as close as possible, he gritted his teeth when his mind was trying to link a name with that arrogant looking bastard. No matter how hard he tried, even recognizing the scent of this ape couldn't help him…

Noticing it, the man uttered one of his low sounding laughs while sucking on his cigar. "Can't remember, huh?" Grinning he checked the magazine of his small machine gun; noticing satisfied that he'd still enough bullets to have fun. "Doesn't matter!" Smirking he pointed the gun at him…

Being torn of his feet when uncountable many bullets went through his flesh, he yelled aloud in pain. Feeling how his lungs and abdomen were pierced and smelling his own blood on the ground and walls, he desperately tried to cover his upper body. Laying on the ground in embryo-style while more and more bullets tore his skin off, he heard the laughter of that man again. Growling and gritting his teeth in fury, he opened his eyes again when the fire finally stopped and his body felt numb.

"It's still as much fun as it was back then, runt!" the gorilla grinned, while his soldiers were staring at him in shock. "Don't worry! He's used of it. You can have your fun with him later, guy!" Then his eyes fixed on him again with a merciless stare. "Did you really believe you could hide your worthless butt forever, pal?" he asked him and crossed his arms; making his arrogant look even more perfect. "Your butt belongs to us, don't you know that? We tell you how to live your life! What made you even think you could decide on your own?"

Growling at him even more, one bullet after the next fell to the ground. At least those that had been stopped by his bones. Even if he couldn't remember that guy, he was sure he had hated him before… And he would make sure not to forget that face again…

Giving the soldiers a sign, they slowly retreated. Still grinning devilishly, the gorilla took an object from his belt and threw it playfully into the air just to catch it again. "Too bad you can't remember what else we use to do with you if we got bored…," he said and slowly stepped back, too.

Shortly after, he watched how the bars were closed and all of a sudden the cuffs, which had bound his hands together on his back, fell to the ground. Rubbing his bloody wrists, he kept his eyes on the soldier, who now stood alone in front of the bars.

"But I'm nice, you know…," the gorilla said and met his gaze with a cold, sadistic glare of his. Throwing the object into the cell, he stepped even further away of the bars. "Welcome back to Weapon X, Wolverine!"

Extracting his claws, he was about to jump at him, when the object exploded and immediately set him on fire. Screaming his lungs out in pain when the napalm ate away his leather uniform, burnt it into his skin eat it away afterwards, he embraced the relieving darkness after what seemed to him to have been an eternity…; hearing a low laughter from very far away…