DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They are from the Marvel universe. The text and plot were written by me for audience pleasure.
This small conjure of text is the prologue. Future chapters up soon! I hope you enjoy.
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PROLOGUE:
"Jimmy!" His voice screamed into the air as the floor beneath their very feet was becoming rubble. He could barely hear himself over the avalanche of cement blocks cascading to a scattered demise on the island surface.
"Victor, wait!" Logan yelled out to his sibling, the wind carrying his words away. The island was beginning to crumble into pieces, debris tumbling bluntly onto the cement and flying into the ocean. The facility was torn apart from the inside, smoke billowing from its many orifices and a dull haze had clouded everything to be seen.
"Let's go!" His eyes were only allowed one last glance at his sibling before he could no long maintain stability, leaping down towards the graveled ground in a very proud, but graceful movement. The wind whipped past his ears, making everything else inaudible, giving him a few seconds of silent serenity before crushing into the ground. His limbs and hands had hit first, cushioning the rest of his body as it dented into the cement with a loud grunt, immediately rolling out of the way to dodge the falling structure. Victor shielded his eyes from the clouds of dust, making it impossible to see even with his inhuman sight. Without hesitation, he ran his way a safe distance from the crumbling cement funnel.
After reaching protection from an awning of a fallen building, he was finally able to look to his back only to see that Jim had not followed him to safety. His heart suddenly moved into his throat and ears, pounding loudly and heavily as his breathing halted. "Jimmy?" His eyes paced around him and he walked out from underneath the overhead shield. "Jim!" He yelled out at the top of his lungs, straining his vocal chords. Victor chanted his name into the loud tumble of debris to no promise of finding James. His senses were muddled from the abrupt adrenaline that hugged his heart at the thought of his beloved sibling hadn't been able to escape. In that mere fraction of a second, Victor quickly looked up at a slab of rock that had fallen directly on top of him, smashing him back into the ground, nearly knocking the life from his lips. He struggled for a moment to free himself until more rubble piled on him and suddenly everything went black.
The sound of bullets had kept him alive in his unconscious state, his heart jumping slightly at the sharp sound of the fired gun. Only when an eerie silence enveloped the area was Victor able to pry open his swollen eyelids. His crushed body had slowly begun to heal itself, each fragment of bone fusing with the others as he groaned loudly from underneath the slabs of cement. His mind immediately went to Jim and his heart began to pound wildly again, giving him a burst of strength. In one quick, forceful motion, he burst through the rock, throwing them aside. Stumbling to a full stand, he looked around himself for any sign of movement. "Jimmy!" He called out, his voice raspy and lost as he began to flee into the rubble and remove heavy rocks from his path. "God damn it, Jim! Answer me!" Victor angrily howled, ripping through the blocks of fallen cement, finding no sign of him anywhere. He cursed loudly to himself, slamming his fists into the debris and clawing at it until his fingers were raw. Even then he kept slashing, blood splattering from his wounds before they quickly closed and healed once more. In pure exhaustion, he collapsed to catch his breath. In that uncomfortably peaceful moment, he remembered hearing gun shots. "Stryker..." Victor growled back to a stand and ran his way towards one of the edges of the island. The air cleared his nostrils and he could smell that bastard impossibly near Jim and raced towards the scent.
He skidded to a halt when his eyes stared down at a body lying perfectly still amongst the rock. Silverfox. His breathing quelled as he knelt down, touching her neck gently. To his surprise, she gasped and coughed up a bloody mucus, her once vibrant eyes dull and dark. Victor quickly held her head up a little so she wouldn't choke and her gaze pierced into his.
"Save him..." she whispered as her eyes moistened and a few loose tears fell down the sides of her cheeks. Her hand was gripping Victor's forearm with the little strength she had left. He looked at her hand and felt a surge of sorrow pulse through him, but he knew all too well that she didn't need to persuade him to find and kill Stryker. "P-please..." she smiled every so softly. Victor could only offer a stubbornly fierce gaze of the hatred for the man that manipulated all of them before her last breath escaped her colorless, pearly lips. Without much attachment, he laid her head back down and slowly continued towards a protruding rock, where he walked lightly along the terrain. One step more and he saw the tattered, all too familiar boots, of his brother. Everything became deathly silent as Victor slowly rounded around the obscurity to visually see that Jim was seemingly lifeless against the cold ground.
"No..." Victor started to shake his head, looking away. "No!" His eyes shifted back to Jim, looking at the blood that spewed from very prominent bullet holes in his forehead. Never had he seen him like this - no matter what the injury had been. They had always recovered, but there the blood that pooled around his head had assured him that this was much different. Without thinking he paced over to him and fell to his knees, where he cradled Jim's head into his arms. "Jim! Jimmy! Come on, don't do this to me." Victor felt his sibling's face, touching his cheeks and brushing away strands of his hair. "Wake up, God damn it! Wake the fuck up!" His voice cracked, suppressing tears that burned behind his eyelids. Victor panted lightly as he hugged Jim to his chest, running his hands through his bloody hair, placing the other male's head in the crotch of his neck. He kissed his cold temple, then his cheek and facial hair. Victor looked up into the ominous dark clouds and screamed at the top of his lungs, turning into a tearless sob as he hugged Jim closer.
Sirens had disturbed the silence, coming from an unknown direction. Victor had yanked the dog tags from his neck and tucked them inside of one of the younger male's hands. He couldn't come to leave Jim like this, but the feeling of pure disgust and hatred for Stryker had rivaled his sadness for his half brother - perhaps even overwhelmed the emptiness he now felt. He fled from the plant, his claws digging into his own palms as he ran into the horizon to find and kill the man who killed the only person he had ever loved.