Wolverine Effect
Hey fanfiction, I am a brand spanking new author and have no idea what I am doing. I have stories that I want to write and I think should be written. But I can't do it alone. So if anyone would like to be the greatest and proof read for me, maybe help me with fight scenes and other content, I would be extremely grateful. Shoot me an email address in the comments box and I'll start sending stories over.
P.S.
I've been tossing the idea around of sending Wolverine over to the DC universe. It would start during Batman and Superman: Public Enemies, be a pairing with Power Girl, maybe, and show Wolverine as an anti-hero. I'd be using the Riddick persona a lot for him; he is the ultimate anti-hero after all.
Thx
Ch. 2 Old Friends
Too be a mercenary in Citadel Space you need three things: experience, daring, and a love for explosives. Zaeed Massani had these qualities in spades.
Standing over his foot locker in a small, rundown one room apartment is the man right now; double checking his inventory for the third time.
"Where the bloody hell are my inferno grenades?!" Massani growls at the container.
"Sorry about that" answers the intruder standing behind the mercenary. "Needed to shut down a slave ring in the lower wards."
Massani turns towards the speaker with the intent of ripping his head off. Stopping in his tracks when he sees the lit cigar being smoked by a person he knows all too well.
"Well well well, If it isn't the best there is. How the fuck are ya you little bastard?"
"Not too bad Zaeed." The intruder/Jimmy replies, shaking the mercenary's outstretched hand "Heard you signed up for a job and thought I'd come see you off."
"And to pay me for those infernos you heisted right?"
"Borrowed." Jimmy corrected, handing Zaeed a bag full of explosives.
"Are you shitting me?" questioned the mercenary in disbelief. "These the new models? They ain't supposed to be on the market!"
"Triple the blast radius and force yield" Jimmy confirmed. "Thought you might need them; considering who you signed up with."
"Heard about that huh? Look Jimmy, I know how you feel about those Cerberus bastards. If I was recruited by the hero of the fucking galaxy brought back to life trust me, I wouldn't have taken the job."
"Yeah you would of." Jimmy called his bluff, smirk on his lips.
"Eh, you're probably right." Zaeed confirmed with his own deep chuckle. "Nothing personnel."
"Never is right."
"Heard Shepard is looking to recruit you too" Massani stated while taking a seat on his now full footlocker. "Bet if she knew bout your history with Cerberus, she'd never would of even bothered."
"Doesn't matter now" replied Jimmy, blowing a lung full of smoke out. "Got to move on before Aria decides I'm more trouble than I'm worth."
"The hell you do" Zaeed exclaimed with a knowing grin. "That old bird would sooner sleep with an Ardat-Yakshi in a burning building than lay a finger on you.
"You know she's got it bad for ya." Massani finished, his grin now a full-fledged smile.
"I'm undermining her authority by staying here" Jimmy explained. "And sleeping with her ain't gonna do nothing but make it worse."
"But you would right?" Laughed the mercenary with an elbow to Jimmy's ribs.
"Good by Massani."
Jimmy turned to leave before being stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"Hold up mate" Massani said turning his friend to face him. "There's something I heard from one of my old contacts that you may what to know about."
"And what might that be?"
"It was cryptic, cause the stupid mother fucker thinks he's mysterious or some shit. Wasn't even sure what he was going on about at first or I would a told you sooner." Continued the mercenary, as he ran his hand through his hair, as if he were embarrassed for making a mistake.
"Just tell me what the message is and I'll decide what the fuck it means." Jimmy stated with impatience.
"Alright, it said 'She's in Purgatory.'"
"The prison?" Jimmy asked in confusion.
"No the God damn after life, of course the prison!" Massani shouted in frustration.
"Well I know where." Wolverine summarized. "Now I just need to know…"
Jimmy never finished as it became so abundantly clear. The "she" that the message talked about could only be one person. For other people, it could be a hundred different people. But for Jimmy, the only "she" in his life that old friends like Zaeed Massani kept tabs on for him could be is one person.
"I have to go get her." Jimmy said with determination.
"Fuck yeah you do." Massani concurred with his comrade.
"And I'll need those explosives back."
"Fuck no you don't" Zaeed growled.
Our scene ends with a lone shuttle flying away from Omega. The pilot having lit himself a fresh cigar. In one of the few windows of the station we see a tall asari looking out at the retreating ship as it got smaller and smaller.
"Keep tabs on him boys." The asari commands to her two followers. "If anything happens to him, I want to know about it."
The henchmen bow and turn to leave. Thinking themselves out of earshot, one whispers to another: "Man she really does got a soft spot for this human." His unwise remark is followed by a bullet piercing his knee cap and a most girlish scream. His friend turns to the smoking gun barrel being held by the asari.
"If you ever use the words 'soft' and 'Aria' together in a sentence again. A busted knee cap we'll be the least of your worries."