Author's Notes: I didn't realize it was 2011 when I last updated this story…so I'm sorry to anyone who was reading this story back then. But…I'm back and just because you guys had to wait so long, I went back and re-edited everything!

And I don't know if I just didn't read over my work back in 2011 or if my grammar has improved a little but I couldn't understand some of things I was trying to write. So that's awesome if any of you who read it before still liked it, despite the horrible grammar.

Watching 'The Wolverine' was probably the thing that got me back in my Wolverine mood and made me re-visit some of my Wolverine fanfics that I never finished (sorry again)! So enjoy and I may update my other Wolverine stories soon too so keep your eyes out for that :)

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"I spy with my little eye…a dead man," Wade Wilson hummed as he spotted his target through the scope of his sniper rifle. The man he was about to shoot was across the street in a hotel room from where he stood, which was in an abandoned New York City apartment complex. It hadn't been hard to find his target since he was kind of idiot. His target owed a boatload money to the mafia and instead of leaving the country or leaving the state, he just ran to the bad side of New York.

"Hey, he's watching Scooby-Doo!" Wade exclaimed, excitedly when he saw his target changed the channel onto Saturday morning cartoons. "Well I can guarantee no one not even a talking dog is going to solve the mystery of your death…"

His fingers gripped the trigger but he was suddenly forced to drop his gun when a sharp pain pulsed through chest. He grunted and slid down against the dirty wall, holding his chest.

"Not now…just go away!" he gritted his teeth, feeling his vision blur. "Think happy thoughts! Pancakes, boobs, Scooby snacks!"

Wade was no longer a healthy handsome man anymore after he left Team X a few years ago. He was now diagnosed with a deadly form of cancer and only had a few months to live and if that wasn't bad enough, the disease had also dramatically changed his appearance. He basically looked like a walking corpse since he had lost most of muscle mass and his eyes were sunken in but the one thing the cancer had not affected was his personality. He still wanted to do the things he usually did…like killing people for example and of course, eating. True, he wasn't a great mercenary anymore and less people were hiring him but he was going to keep doing what he wanted until he was dead!

"I'm good I'm fine!" he announced when the sharp pain finally dulled before standing back up and picking up his sniper rifle. "…if anyone was wandering…" He then took aim again while gripping the trigger and whispered, "Say nighty-night-

But he was interrupted again from carrying out his mission when a clawed hand unexpectedly grabbed him and slammed him against the window, cracking it.

"Oh fuck me," Wade grumbled when he looked up at the face of the person who grabbed him.

It was Victor Creed, whom was probably the last person on Earth Wade would ever want to see. Victor and Wade had a history, a history of hating each other's guts to the point they had both tried to kill each other multiple times when they used to be on Team X together. No one could say how their hatred for each other started but for one thing, they did not share each other's humor.

"Scream fer me," Victor purred with pleasure as he nails dug into Wade's throat. Wade tried to grab his katana swords behind his back but Victor only slammed him harder against the glass, grinning in delight as his tongue flickered over his sharp teeth.

"Scream?" Wade repeated in a strained voice before a small smile appeared on his face. "Well if you insist…AHHHHH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AHHHHHH!"

"Ack enough, Wilson," Victor growled, shoving him to the ground, irritated that he had spoiled his fun. "They were right when they said you've gone insane-

"No wait!" Wade coughed, rubbing his throat. "Now I'll do it like a little girl…eeeekkk! EEEKK!-

"Shut up! Or I'll rip yer vocal cords out!"

"Geez the guy asks me to scream so I scream," Wade mumbled as he pushed himself up. "…there's no pleasing some people…Nice to see you too by the way, Vickie-poo. You look good, haven't aged a day but did you sharpened your nails just for little old meeeee?"

Victor rolled his eyes. "That's always been the problem with ya, Wilson you never learned how to shut up. You'd think the cancer would take sum of yer energy away."

"YOLO," Wade abruptly yelled, waving his arms around like he was at a party.

"Wut?"

"You only live once?" he shrugged. "I just made it up but I really think it can really take off. Maybe, the kids will start saying it-

"I'm losin' patience here, Wilson! One more smart remark outta you an' I leave here wearin' yer spine as a belt!"

"My, my, my, aren't we in a mood –what's the matter? Did someone slip itching powder in your littler box again?"

Victor grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the window again, breaking it entirely this time. "If I could rip yer throat apart right now, Wilson I would."

Wade didn't struggle, insane or not he knew he couldn't take Victor on in his condition so patted Victor's arm and suggested, "Then why don't you, Vickie-poo?"

"There's no fun in killin' sumone who wants to die," he hissed in his ear, sadistically before he pushed him away. "But no I'm not here to kill ya this time…. Stryker needs volunteers for various experiments and well, ya are the perfect candidate."

"Volunteers, eh?" Wade retorted as he pretended to rub an imagery beard on his face. "That's funny, I don't remember volunteering…"

"Oh I think yer gonna want to. These experiments could save yer life and cure yer cancer."

Wade actually didn't say anything for once as he stared at the ground and thought, Cure me? No, that's not possible…He's lying! That's what Victor does. Lies and eats cat food!

"Can't make a joke out of that, can you?" Victor chuckled in amusement. "This maybe yer only chance coz yer are so close to death…I can smell it. But if you want to be put out yer misery then I'm here for ya too." He them flexed his claws as he licked Wade's blood off them.

Wade ignored him as picked up his fallen sniper rifle and went back to the window. Victor didn't stop him and only watched him take aim and fire a shot at his assigned target. The man went down fast and probably wouldn't be found until the next day since he made no noise and no one saw or heard it.

Wade then turned back around and faced Victor, who was still smirking.

"Sorry, I needed to think but okay…I'll do it," he announced, putting the rifle up on his shoulder. "I mean I'm really going to miss that when I die…killing people. You know, what I mean?"

"Actually, I do," Victor smiled in mutual agreement, which was the first thing they had ever agreed on.

"Sooooo…does that mean we are friends now?"

"Over my dead body."

"Oh thank god," he sighed in relief, wiping his forehead. "That was a close one."

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"How are we proceeding, Dr. Cornelius?" Stryker asked when he entered the lab with a cup of coffee in hand. "Oh and Agent Zero will not be a problem anymore." He had just transferred Zero to another location after he had scolded him. He usually didn't mind this kind of stuff (mistreating of mutant test subjects) but he didn't want anything messing up his perfect weapon.

"Good," Dr. Cornelius nodded. "But you should also have a talk with your staff as well. Some of them aggravated the subject when they hosed him off." Logan had gone into a full on berserker rage when they were finished and almost broke out of his chains before they put him out.

"Great…" Stryker mumbled as he sipped his coffee but flinched when it burned his lip.

"But the good news is that we finished installing the on/off system in him," Dr. Cornelius reported. The on/off system was a failsafe system for Weapon X just in case he tried to escape or somehow disobey orders.

"So he's just dead meat then right now?"

"Pretty much," Dr. Cornelius shrugged, thinking that was a cruel way of putting it. "When he's turned off there is no brain function and he won't react to anything."

Stryker looked at down at Logan thoughtfully, who lay on the operation table out like a light bulb. His hair was still damp, which looked even wilder than before and was looking more and more like an animal every day. Stryker then decided to pour his scalding hot coffee on Logan's face to see if he would react. Dr. Cornelius looked away in disgust and Carol only blinked before Stryker grinned at the results.

The black liquid splashed and beaded, leaving red blisters that quickly faded white, then pink as his skin healed. Despite the pain and humiliation he had administered to the once fierce and independent Logan, he didn't even flinch.

"I hope he likes it black," a lab technician mumbled but Stryker was so pleased he didn't care.

"Very good, very good," he commented, happily, putting the cup down on tray nearby. "The first step to his re-programming…but how does he act when he is turned on? Will he obey me?"

"Well we're still in the process of accomplishing that but when I put this on his cerebral cortex…" He paused and used tweezers to hold up what looked like small nanochip. "…then you'll be able to control him but that's only mentally if you want puppet strings the next step is to put in the spinal codes."

"And this is all in a ten-mile radius?"

"I thought you said three?" Dr. Cornelius replied, looking taken aback. "If you want beyond three we'll have to put battery packs on him and that will get bulky-

"Fine we'll start with that," Stryker interrupted, waving him away. "But I want you to start working on that as well."

"Yes, of course, sir," he muttered, trying to hide his annoyance since it wasn't like he wasn't doing enough work. There were other doctors here he could assign that task to but to be fair, Dr. Cornelius was the best out all of them.

"Could he be tested out today after suggestion chip is placed?" Stryker abruptly asked, eagerly. "I want to see what he can do." He had only got to see a preview of what Logan could do with his new adamantium laced claws and skeleton when he first tried to escape and had been itching to test him out ever since.

"We should probably wait after the spinal codes are places throughout his body-

"We can finish that procedure that tomorrow," Stryker dismissed since he already made up his mind. "No one will be at risk. This will only be an exercise."

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When Weapon X opened his eyes, he found himself standing in open field alone. He wasn't sure how he got there and why he was standing here half-naked since it was fiercely snowing and temperature was below zero. His body urged for him to move to find warmth but something compelled him to stay still. Other than that he didn't really question anything else and only stood there, looking straight ahead until he heard a whisper in his head, Weapon X…

Weapon X only blinked in confusion from hearing a strange voice in his head.

This is your master, the crisp voice told him. Colonel William Stryker and I order you to keep walking until I say otherwise.

Weapon X obeyed and began to move slowly through the blizzard, not flinching or even seeming fazed by the pounding snow and winds. He didn't know why he felt compelled to listen to the voice but he wanted to please it and also felt like if he didn't listen to it something bad would happen as well.

After he walked half a mile, he suddenly caught a scent in his nose and was faced with a giant grizzly bear a few yards ahead. The bear seemed agitated and growled at Weapon X when he spotted him. The bear then started galloping in his direction ready to attack.

Weapon X didn't second guess when the voice in head commanded, Attack! He sprinted towards the bear and they soon clashed into each other but the bear had the upper hand since he was bigger and tackled him to the ground. The bear went for his throat but Weapon X got hold of his jaw, preventing the beast from biting him so instead the bear swiped him across the face. Weapon X howled out in pain when the bear's claws took out one of his eye out and most of his nose. Blood began to pour out from his face and he became so blinded with rage that he didn't even hear when the voice told him, release your claws.

Weapon X roared, loudly before he kicked the bear off him with all his might, sending the bear spiraling. He then felt a burning pain in his knuckles and yelled out again as he jumped up and ran towards the bear. He then released his claws and run them through the bear's stomach. The bear cried out in agony and tried swatting at him, stumbling to the ground as blood spurted out, fiercely.

However, Weapon X didn't stop there and began stabbing the dying bear anywhere he could pierce as blood and guts went flying through the air until he finally just cut the bear's head off, putting the poor bear out of its misery. He then roared out in victory at the sky, looking absolutely wild and possessed.

Very good, Weapon X heard his 'master' say. He calmed down a bit as his breathing regulated since he liked the praise. Good, now retract your claws. Weapon X looked at his blood stained claws before he let them slide back into his hands. The voice had helped him so he was going to listen to it…for now.

Now stay still, the voice then told him. He stood there, waiting for the next command but then saw two men approach him through the blizzard. They were dressed in heavy snowsuits and wore helmets but Weapon X recoiled when he saw various weapons around their belts.

"He's awake," one of them exclaimed, backing up. Weapon X was terrifying sight since he was covered in blood head to toe and he had a kind of feral look in his eyes.

"Its okay, Stryker is controlling him right now," the other solider told him but sounded just unconvinced. The solider then approached Weapon X with snare pole and put the noose around his throat to guide him back to base. But when he pulled on it, tightening the cord around his throat, Weapon X snapped and released his claws.

Stop don't! I command you! the voice yelled at him but it was too late Weapon X had already sliced the poor solider in half. Blood dripped down his claws as he panted angrily before he turned his crazed eyes on the other solider.

"Please no!" the other solider cried out, while trying to get his gun out. But there was no appeasing Weapon X as he lifted his arm up to deliver the death blow when suddenly his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell down onto the ground. He wasn't unconscious since his eyes were still opened and he was breathing but there definitely was no one in there at the moment.

"Dammit, what was that?!" Stryker yelled, angrily as he threw the headset that he had been using to talk directly to Weapon X on the control panel. "Why did he disobey me?!" The multiple screens in the Observation room had just showed everybody Weapon X maul a soldier in different angles. Luckily though, Dr. Cornelius had been able to turn Weapon X off before he could killed the other solider but Stryker wasn't looking on the bright side of things.

Dr. Cornelius took a deep breath and quickly looked at the staff behind him then at Carol Frost, who all offered him no explanations.

"I-I'm not sure…but as I warned you before sir, this experiment hasn't been perfected," he answered, calmly.

"You think?!" Stryker snapped before he turned around and rubbed his eyes. He felt like he was getting more wrinkles and gray hair from Dr. Cornelius and his reports. Though, he knew he couldn't blame everything on Dr. Cornelius, Logan was stubborn and even with his memories gone, Stryker knew he wasn't going to change until he broke him completely.

"Well…technically you didn't tell him not to kill him…" Dr. Cornelius murmured, knowing he was probably going to regret saying that.

Stryker narrowed his eyes at him, which made him stumble backwards in fear. "Uh…excuse me, sorry, sir but uhh…we're work out the problems. This won't happen again," Dr. Cornelius found himself mumbling, anxiously.

"It better not," he hissed and was about to say something else nasty when a solider suddenly entered the room and whispered something low into Stryker's ear.

His face light up and a small smile appeared before it faded when he looked back at Dr. Cornelius. "Fix whatever problems there are and proceed to next procedure. I do not want anything like this to happen again, do you understand?"

"Of course, sir, of course," he nodded, feverishly but soon as Stryker left the room, Dr Cornelius exploded. "His impatience is going to get us all killed, I guarantee it!"

No one made a comment but they all silently agreed with him.

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