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Return to Weapon X Sequel

Scott couldn't remember that he'd ever shaken so hard. Not at all in 35 years. He had his legs pulled close and was hugging them, thought that he was still able to see the puddle of blood next to their cell, even if the lights were out. If he closed his eyes he saw everything again. Saw how Stryker fired the gun, how Hank stared at him in shock and dropped to the ground. Yes, when he turned his head to the right the puddle was still there, somehow becoming bigger as their blood was added to it. He had stopped lying to himself. They were going to die here, he knew that. The question only was: who was next and what did Stryker plan for them before he would kill them?

Scott started when Jubilee's head fell onto his shoulder. Unconsciously he reached out to pull her close and wrapped his blanket around both of them. His mind was racing and even if he was tired, he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway. He wondered if Hank had been instantly dead or if he they might have thrown him into a room, or even worse outside, and let him die a painful and slow death there. He asked himself what they were doing to Jean right now. If she was still alive. And, yes, he even asked himself the same about Logan… Not that he would admit it…

But he now understood his nemesis. He really understood why Logan hated and mistrusted people so much. He began to wonder again what his teammate had gone through in the months or even years they had experimented on him, how long it had taken them to destroy the man Logan had been and replace it by a brainless killing machine. Maybe they had done the same this time and he was already hunting down and killing the Professor and the students that had escaped? Sighing, Scott buried his free hand in his hair and shook his head. There was no way out without their powers, he knew that. He also knew that there was no way at all to get rid off those wristbands that blocked their powers. And fighting the soldiers without their powers was suicide… But he knew that the Professor, if he was still alive and not captured too, wouldn't stop looking for them. Especially not after what Jean and Logan had gone through the last time. While one, very small part in him, kept on believing this, the stronger part in him was about to give up and saw no sense in fighting anymore, if all that was about to happen to them was their ultimate death anyway.

When Jubilee whimpered in her dreams next to him he pulled her closer and began to rock her slowly back and forth; knowing that he wouldn't find any sleep this night anyway… Not if he couldn't be sure that he would wake up again…


While she had clearly looked death in the eye and had no longer wanted to live before, Jean lay now curled up in a pitch-black room and was shaking in fear. Her breathing was ragged, accompanied by a way too strong and too fast heartbeat and her eyes only stared into the darkness. She was hardly able to see a thing, the weak moonlight that shown into whatever kind of room she was in, didn't help at all. But if she was sure of one thing then that she wasn't alone. Whoever her attacker had been was there, close by and she was convinced that she heard his breathing. She jumped when something touched her feet and withdrew instantly to retreat even further into the corner. It earned her an angry growl and her attacker began to pace while uttering it.

Jean pulled the blankets that she had been dropped on closer, not only to keep the cold away but also to protect herself against him. Her eyes constantly searched the darkness, stopped here and there when she heard him sniffing, then growling again. Whatever he was up to wasn't good, she was convinced of it. Up to now she didn't even understand what had happened before. While he had been on her, and it had clearly been a he judging from the strength and growls, and had been about to kill her, she had uttered a terrified scream and closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. But death hadn't come. Instead he had begun to sniff first, grab her next and pulled her roughly through the cold snow towards wherever she was now…

"No!" Jean shrieked when his hand touched her ankle once more and again, she pressed herself further into the corner, while he growled even louder. If she didn't know better, she would believe that it was Sabretooth, judging from this animal-like behavior. Her heart even gained speed when she felt his presence close by in the next moment and he sniffed right next to her ear. "Go away!" she begged and pulled her legs close, trying to protect herself from whoever he was. "Please!" But instead of doing her the favor she felt how he moved closer and kept on sniffing, snorting and growling, but thankfully refused to touch her. At least up to know. Not knowing what else to do, Jean pulled the blanket over her head and hoped that he would just lose interest and leave her alone…


"Can't you just shut her up?" Stryker asked in annoyance since the baby kept on crying her lungs out.

"Sir, it was you who wanted her awake for the procedure," one of the scientists said and quickly lowered his gaze again when the Colonel began to glare at him.

"Gag her!" he ordered since his ears began to hurt. "And before someone of you even thinks about you can't gag a baby, let me tell you that I don't care! If she chokes to death on it, her healing factor will kick in," he quickly said, ignoring the shocked looks on purpose. "Just SHUT HER UP!"

"But…," a woman began and exchanged looks with her colleagues, of which one was already occupied with obeying the orders.

"I don't have to remind you what happened to your dear colleague Ms. Brown, do I?" Stryker warned her. "I want you to extract the claws and gather data on how fast her healing factor works. Just cut her open and test it! And then I want you to make sure that she at least shows weak psychic powers and if not to put her into that machine again!" he ordered and watched them with crossed arms.

"But, sir, she was already exposed to radiation for at least 8 times…," the woman said. "If she hasn't shown any psychic powers up to know, she hasn't some. Otherwise the radiation would have activated her mutation to that extent…"

"Well," Stryker said and came closer to watch how the scientists twisted the baby girl's wrists until the claws became visible. He smiled when the three tiny claws on each hand were pulled out as far as possible, while another scientist used a scalpel to cut into the girl's stomach, leaving a long and deep wound that instantly began to bleed heavily, but began to heal after 5 seconds. "How about more severe wounds?"

"More severe wounds, sir?" a man asked and looked up, ignoring that the girl was still crying even with a gag muffling it and tried to fill her lungs with air.

"Like burns and chemical burns or even poisoning. I want you to test everything!" Stryker ordered. "And everyone who refuses to do it will be shot!" he added before he turned around to leave the room. He still had some business to do and wanted to tick it quickly. So, accompanied by three soldiers he made his way to the cells and opened the door, surprised to come across silent mutants. They watched him with hatred and disgust but also fear in their eyes and he knew why. Smiling at them, he pointed at Scott and Bobby to step out of the cell and waited to for them to do so.

"No!" Ororo cried and held onto Scott's hand, begging Stryker with her eyes to leave him alone.

"Oh, Ms. Munroe, don't be ridiculous," the Colonel said in annoyance and gave his men a nod to pull the two men out of the cell. "One of you will be the next anyway. So stop making such a fuss about it," he added arrogantly and followed his men again.

"Where are you taking us?" Bobby asked and tried to free himself from the strong grip he was held in. "You're going to shoot us anyway so why not here and now?"

"Who said I was going to shoot you?" Stryker asked uninterestedly and used his card to open the doors in his way, which Scott noticed.

"Then what do you want with us?" the boy demanded to know and all air left his lungs when the soldier gave him a hard kick into the back, which send him coughing to the ground.

"Damn it, he's just a kid!" Scott said angered but the two soldiers kept on dragging him away, while the Colonel gave his soldier a sign to pick the younger man up and bring him into another room. "Hey!" Scott barked and began to fight against the two men when he saw that they moved into another direction as Stryker, the soldier and Bobby. "Where are you taking me?!" he snapped but was dragged into a lab-like room by them and two additional soldiers helped their comrades to undress him forcefully, before they pushed him onto a cold table and restrained him. Panting, he watched how they just left and locked the door behind him.

Scott took a closer look around the room and felt how shivers ran down his spine. He was definitely in some kind of operation room and he was sure that those X-Rays on the wall were his. But the fact that they showed his head didn't help at all to calm him down. In fact his heart was even gaining speed and he desperately tried to free himself.

He had hardly moved as the door opened and a whole team entered the room, gathered around his table to start working on him. While three scientists were looking at the X-Rays and discussed something he couldn't understand, two more began to prepare him for an operation and he saw how another one filled a syringe next to him. "NO!" Scott shouted and began to fight against his restraints.

"Hold him down!" a man ordered and had trouble to find the right spot for the syringe. He waited for the team to push the man down before he injected him with the anesthetic and withdrew again to prepare the instruments. He watched how the struggles of the test subject became more and more erratic before they died down and he fell asleep. "Okay, you know what to do!" the man said and handed the head of the team the first tool.

In the meanwhile Bobby was occupied with pounding and kicking against the heavy steel door. The weird metallic cube they had thrown him into was becoming hotter and hotter with every minute and it didn't seem to help at all that the wristband was gone. The heat was becoming unbearable even while he did his best to cool his body with his powers.

"My dear, Mr. Drake," Stryker's voice echoed through a speaker and made Bobby look up while sweat ran down his face and he was panting heavily. "I think you can do that better, don't you think? At least I would try harder if I were you, or you end up in another body bag…"

"Asshole!" Bobby cursed while dropping to the ground.

"Sir, we should stop the experiment. The subject's heart rate is getting out of control and his body heat is far too high. He will go into a heat shock if we…," the scientist explained but Stryker shook his head.

"If this is all he can do, he's not worth our time and space anyway," the Colonel replied and watched the screen again, just to sigh. "It can't be that besides Weapon X we caught useless mutants only... Go on with it and if he dies then he dies," he added and turned around to head for the door, when the scientist suddenly jumped up and the chair fell to the floor. "What now? Did he die already?"

"N…no, sir… You should look at this. T…this is amazing," the scientist stuttered excitedly and began to take notes.

"Look at what?" Stryker asked and came back just to stare at the screen in surprise. On it he saw a surprised looking Bobby, who just stared at his ice form in shock. "Well,…obviously he's not so worthless in the end…"

"What do you want me to do, sir?" the man next to him asked.

The Colonel remained silent for a while. "Push the machine to its maximum and figure out where his limits are. When you're done throw him back to the others and make sure to activate the X-Gen-Blocker again."

"Yes, sir!" the scientist nodded and watched the man leaving only to shake his head next. "Poor, guy," he mumbled and pushed the machine in the next room to its maximum, while he waited for the young mutant to do the same…


Groaning softly, she pulled a face and began to blink just to frown in the next second. With a terrified shriek Jean sat up and pulled the blankets closer again. She had really fallen asleep. Fallen asleep while her attacker had been close by and had probably done who knows what with her. Scared and with her heart in her mouth she began to look around, realizing for the first time that she was in some kind of cave, lying on woolen blankets and…that she was alone. But also that it was freezing cold. She looked at her red hands that were shaking due to the coldness and pulled the blankets even closer around her nude form. Once more she began to ask herself what Stryker had planned for her, who the attacker was and why he had brought her here. If it was already so cold in the cave with blankets covering her, how cold was it on the outside, she wondered and heard her stomach rumbling. Not knowing what to do but feeling that she was also thirsty, Jean wrapped the blankets even more firmly around her body and got slowly up. Just as she was about to make the first step a shadow became visible in the entrance and she froze on the spot. She watched how the shadow became larger and larger and heard the growls her attacker had uttered the night before. Instinctively, the redhead backed off, kept her eyes on the approaching attacker and thought her heart would stop beating when she saw for the first time who it was…

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