The Mysterious Weapon XIII is mine and everyone else is Marvel property.
Chapter 1
It had happened suddenly. She decided that Weapon X was finally going to be confronted about this. After all, he left all the other weapons there, by themselves to wallow at the mercy of the Director. They would scream in agony until they either died or they just gave up and knew they were animals. Animals didn't get mercy. They got beatings.
She had had enough. He had gone too far with Weapon XXI, killing him repeatedly until he was actually dead for good. Was that her fate? To be a dog for the Director, or to get into the world and live? How could she do that? Could she really watch this happen or should she go to Weapon X? She made her decision with great ease.
There was a fiery inferno at the Weapon X facility in the deep wilderness of the Yukon that night. Running through the corridors, she saw the other weapons cowering in fear, a weakness, she was told. She ran through the double glass doors and out into the shadows of darkness. The Director standing in front of her and she tried to get passed him. He grabbed her arm and decided to take her back it would seem. He held her with a death grip. She wasn't frail, but she wasn't strong like the other weapons.
"My, my, you are formidable. I suppose I should send you after the other weapons, Weapon XIII, but you aren't ready." She struggled and broke free after what seemed an eternity. The Director was watching her in the soft light of the facility. "You will never be free of Weapon X or of me. You will come back to me with him, one way or another. It is your fate." He sneered, as she ran into the cold night.
She took off into the wilderness, running until her legs could no longer carry her. She collapsed in the cold snow awaiting her dismal fate of shadowy death, knowing it would never come thanks to Weapon X.
Logan was finally relaxing after a long day, beer in hand, watching football when Scott walked in. I swear, he sits down and talks to me about a mission and these claws go into his face. Sure enough, Scott sat down on the couch beside Logan and looked at him with sadness.
"What do ya want, Scooter? Can't you see I'm relaxin'?" Logan asked, tiredly.
"Logan, the Weapon X facility blew up. Emma picked up a young woman running from the facility trying to find Weapon X, you. That's her mission and we are going to intercept. I need you to come with us. We need you. No one knows Weapon X better then you."
"Fine. Who else is goin'?" Logan couldn't believe he was on a mission again. Just once, could he have a relaxing day? Apparently not, as it seemed nowadays.
"Me, you, Emma, Kitty, and Storm."
"Five people to take down a Weapon? What are ya, crazy? I can't believe this. Did you even think about this Scott? That weapon could kill them. I know that for a fact." Logan knew this would end badly. He got up from his seat and followed Scott into the basement, better to try and save everyone, then to learn they got killed.
Everyone had gotten dressed and was now on the jet. Logan was not happy at all. He had to make sure no one got killed and he was missing a football game. Every single time something happened at Weapon X, he was called because he IS Weapon X. It wasn't his fault, he was the one experimented on. He looked down at his claws. Yet another weapon that needed guidance and he had to provide it or kill the weapon.
"ETA?" Scott asked.
"3 hours." Storm replied. "Better be ready."
She woke up to snow starting to fall. Got to get to Weapon X. She slowly rose to her feet and looked around. Wilderness in all directions, this is terrific. I'm in the middle of…what the heck is that? Not the Director, I hope. The X-Jet was cloaked, but she still heard it.
The jet touched down and uncloaked as Weapon X walked down the ramp. Wolverine looked around and sniffed the air. She's here and she knows we are, too. She's scared of the Director. Can't blame her. Why can I hear her thoughts? He picked up her scent and walked towards it.
Emma saw this and told Scott as she opened a telepathic like between the five of them. It wasn't that difficult. Logan, what are you doing? You should wait.
What does it look like? I'm followin' her scent. I'm a weapon, I know how it works.
Ah, do you know her powers, because she has strong shields like you do. Scott interjected.
No, but she must have my healin' factor, otherwise she would be dead.
Silence descended and Logan reached her. She turned around. The most beautiful woman Logan had ever seen was standing before him. Full lips that just whispered into her face, cold, murderous black orbs, breasts that were supple yet firm, and the long flowing red hair that played in the wind, a vision, a siren. She reminded him of what Jean Grey looked like when she was possessed by Dark Phoenix.
She stood there looking at him for a moment and telepathically intruded on his thoughts of her beside him in bed. I'd thank you not to think of me like that, Weapon X.
Logan was surprised, most telepaths couldn't read his thoughts unless he wanted them to, but she could without a problem. So what are your powers besides talkin' in heads?
She was surprised, too. She had been told he was a killing machine, not someone to hold a conversation with Weapon XIII. I…Weapon X, is it really you?
Yeah. 'Cept it's Logan. Who are you?
Weapon XIII. I don't have a name. The Director didn't give me one. He said I didn't need it. I don't understand, you are supposed to kill all the other weapons. Why not me? You should have killed me by now. Why was she opening up to him?
Logan hardened at the mention of the Director. I won't kill you. I fought my programmin' and you can too, if you try. And besides, everyone has a name.
I don't know mine. She answered.
Logan spoke then. "We could always give you one."
"Why? I don't belong with humanity. I belong to Weapon X. I mean…."
"What do ya mean? What are your powers?" Logan asked again. He never asked the same question to the same person twice. He felt the need to protect her, not kill her. It was weird. By the time he said this, Scott, Emma, and Storm were also there. The woman growled at them and then looked at Logan. "They're with me. It's ok. They won't or can't hurt you."
"The Director said I was special. I have a healing factor; Weapon X's actually. I have telepathy, keen hearing, and I also have telekinesis." She stopped for a moment and looked at the moon. Why was she so open with him? "The Director wanted me to bring you back, Weapon X. He wants you to come home to him."
"Why?" Scott asked, stupidly.
"Because I belong to him. I was supposed to belong to Weapon X. Director's orders; he told me that the child would be more powerful if both parents had a healing factor. I am an intelligent weapon, according to the Director." She looked at the group. "But I didn't want to. I want to see the world. I grew tired of him and his empty, unfulfilled promises. I went rogue and I set the facility on fire. He went after me, telling me I would never escape and neither would you."
Logan walked to her. She put up her hands defensively, but he could sense no fear. "I want ya to come with us. If ya belong to me, then shouldn't you be with me? Besides the Director doesn't know anything about humanity. Only on experiments and using humans as animals."
"Love is for the weak, Weapon X. We can't be anything, despite how we feel. We belong to Weapon X and the Director."
"No, we don't and no one else does either. Love is not for the weak. I promise. I know you can read my mind with ease, just as I can read yours without a problem. Come with us." Logan held out his hand.
"I…I don't…"
"I'll give you a name. I can show you what you have been missing, Weapon XIII." Logan took her hand.
Emma at this point tried to pry inside the woman's mind. She whipped around and looked at Emma. "Don't try. You will fail. You can't get in, no one but Weapon X can get inside my mind and I prefer to keep it that way."
"Why would I fail? I'm trying to make sure you aren't going to follow your programming."
"She won't. Just leave her be Emma, and there won't be a problem." Logan answered.
Silence.
Storm piped up. "What is the extent of your powers? So we can help you." Weapon XIII looked at Logan and he nodded.
"I can manipulate things telekinetically at the molecular scale. I think the Director said that there were different levels of powers and mine is the highest. Why do you think the only person to share my mind would be Weapon X?" She smirked.
"Logan, is it a good…?" Scott began.
"Yeah. She's alone." Logan replied. He didn't care that she was powerful. That was nice and everything, but he liked her personality and looks. "What name do you want?"
"I get to choose?"
"Sure." Logan knew she had only made her first decision only a few hours ago.
"I…Victoria."
"I'm callin' ya Beautiful though." Logan remarked.
They all walked back to the jet. Logan and the newly named Victoria were hand in hand and enjoying every minute of it, not that they would admit it. They sat beside each other on the jet.
Logan, I want to thank you for saving me. Why did you?
You ain't gonna pry? He answered.
No. I don't pry a lot. I heard your breathing when you saw me. She looked at him.
But ya intruded.
Only after I heard the breathing.
Oh. So, ya wanna know why I saved ya?
Yes. She was scared now and knew he sensed it.
I saved ya because I need to protect ya.
Is it the bond? She was really scared. What had the Director done to them?
Don't know for sure. But we will find out. I promise. Logan squeezed her hand and the rest of the ride was telepathic silence. Logan had never felt like this. He wanted to kill the other Weapons. Why not this one? Was it really the fact that she belonged to him and him alone? The Director must've told her his past experiences at Weapon X. Maybe Chuck will know somethin'.
By this time, they had arrived at the mansion. Scott and Emma led the way down the ramp, followed by Kitty and Storm. However, Logan didn't leave the jet right away. He stood Victoria up and went to kiss her.
"No, you can't. Logan, please." She pleaded, vulnerable. "Logan…"
He sealed her in a kiss. Her very first kiss. They broke apart and stared at each other.
"Logan, I…we, I mean…" Victoria had never felt that way before; it was a feeling that should've never ended. She exited the jet, wanting more with Logan close behind.
Professor Xavier was waited for them at the end of the ramp, but was forced back by all the shields in Victoria's mind to even attempt to talk in her mind.
"My, my, young lady. What strong psychic shields you have. I don't believe there was ever a mind that I wasn't able to find out their name." Charles Xavier smiled.
"I am part of the Weapon program. I'm Weapon XIII." A grunt from Logan reminded her she wasn't any longer. "I mean, Victoria."
"Nice to meet you, Victoria. I am Charles Xavier. I would like you to stay here with us, if you wish. We rescued you, correct?"
"Actually, you didn't. I was just lost and trying to find the Weapon X. I do appreciate you coming to take me further away from there though."
Complete silence.
"Why?" Charles was very intrigued by this woman.
"I…I…" Victoria couldn't really find the right words. Why was it so easy to find what she wanted, but so had to explain?
"It's ok, no one judges here." Scott interjected.
"Well, I…I think it's a conversation between Logan and I. I would greatly appreciate a place to be away from prying eyes and if the Mr. Xavier would like to be there for the conversation as a listener and nothing else, that would be fine." Victoria needed the privacy, but Mr. Xavier was curious about her. She figured since it was HIS school, she should give him an answer.
They were led to a small office. It was neat and clean, but she felt like it was the lab because of that. She remembered what the Director had said to her many times before and it haunted her. You will bring back Weapon X. You both belong to me. She shuddered at the thought and shook it off.
"Logan, I want you to know what ever this thing that has us bond to each other…"
"Stop." He was wondering why she was offering to get rid of it. "No, you said you are mine. Don't take that away from me."
"Why? So you don't lose another lover?" Victoria wasn't used to this; in fact she was pissed off. How dare he? She rose him up with her telekinesis. "Is that it? I won't let you do that to me. I can't. I'm not allowed to love. I could hurt you."
"No." He was straining and it hurt her to see Logan in pain. So she couldn't hurt him physically, nor he her, because of this bond. How dare the Director do this to her? Then again, she hated her previous life. Victoria shook the thought from her mind and concentrated on Logan. She immediately let go and went to the window. "Victoria."
"Leave me alone. You can't help me. So don't try. Mr. Xavier, I would like very much to stay, but if it is alright with you, I would like to stay in a room as far from Logan as possible. Thank you." Victoria got up and left to go onto the balcony to be alone.
Why did this have to be like this? She sat done on the bench. She had never felt so infuriated and sad at the same time. It was all the Director. Him and his stupid experiments. If she hadn't been there, none of this would have happened. It was foolish to think of such things, but she was trying to comfort herself. She saw the rose garden and began to walk to it.
"My, that certainly was awkward." Charles Xavier was impressed with the woman, but Logan could get in over his head. "Logan, this bond was set up by Weapon X. Maybe she's afraid of it because you ARE Weapon X. You know what that place was, she may want the same thing as you. It is being destroyed."
"Chuck, I was just lifted off the ground. She's hurting. I need to go to her. No, she told me to stay away. DAMMIT!" SCHINKT! He took off down the hall and out the doors, unsure if he should go to her or not, but he kept going, growling at students in his wake along the way.
"Well, things around here just keep getting more interesting." Charles chuckled.
Victoria was admiring the roses. There were all sorts of colors, reds, whites, oranges, pinks, and even a blue rose bush. She went to the blue one and picked a rose. Why did I feel so guilty about hurting him? I had to; he is doing this to me.
The Director is doing this. Logan answered.
I…I'm sorry. I just it's hard. You, me, we shouldn't even exist. We're too dangerous to all of the people around us. She looked at him. He was still ruggedly handsome and she loved that most about him. She looked at his hands. There was a bouquet of every color rose from the garden, except blue. "We can't. I may belong to you, but not by choice. This can't be anything. It's too dangerous. If the Director gets a hold on either of us, it will drive us both insane."
"Why can't it be anything? Open up to me. Is that it? Just the Director?" Logan understood her fear of the Director. It wasn't unfounded.
"Logan, no. We can't. It hurt me to use my powers on you. I imagine if you use your claws on me," she answered, pointing, "then you would hurt too."
"I want to test it."
NO! NO! Victoria's mind screamed, but her lips said, "Okay."
He took a claw and her hand. He gently cut a little gash in her hand. It was agonizing pain. He leaped back and growled. Then the pain left and he looked up to see she was healing.
"So it's true. We can't use our powers on each other. At least, our harmful powers. Logan, I can't deny what I feel, but…"
"Then don't." Logan walked to her. She was smaller than he was. "Shh…everything will be fine." He held her in his arms and rocked her gently as tears welled in her beautiful eyes. They were easily the best part of her entire body. Logan loved her. Maybe the only reason he did love her was this stupid bond, but she was so beautiful and she made him so vulnerable.
"Logan, I want to stay with you." Victoria whispered. Please. I don't like to talk. Can we continue this here?
I wonder why we can't hurt each other. It would make sense because of the bond, but there's something missing. He was deeply troubled by this. Why had she been created? To control the animal in him? Now the animal in him became frantic. What could he do? He had to give in to her. She was so beautiful and the man wanted her almost as much as the animal wished to claim what was rightfully his.
