Author's Notes: Okay I got a question? How come there has been like no updates of any stories on this site? Or like any reviews? Haha is it because school has started and everyone is busy doing stupid school work? Yeah probably…I've been studying crap too! So that's why I take forever updating or cuz I have no ideas! Ahhhh reviews help…alskdjf;a

Yes well this is kind of a sad chapter….awww…cry cry. Enjoy…cry.


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"Logan," General Tudor said, calmly as he could even though he felt fear biting at him. He knew what Logan was capable of and he didn't really want to experience it. If only he could get that damn collar off him but how?

"You don't have to do this. I know you don't want to do this," he reasoned. Logan said when he had that collar on he still knew what was going on so maybe he could fight it or something? Of course that was easier said than done.

Weapon X let a small laugh out as he stopped in front of his desk. "Oh trust me I want to do this, sir."

NO I DON'T! Logan screamed in his mind, hearing his voice betray him. RUN YOU IDIOT!

Tudor cocked the gun when he saw no sign of Logan inside those eyes. That collar was in complete control and Tudor wasn't going to stand around and let himself be killed without a fight.

Weapon X raised an eyebrow. "Come on, General do you really think that pitiful gun will stop me?"

"No…but this might!" Tudor yelled, taking out a small lame bottle of pepper spray. He then sprayed it right into Logan's eyes. He was kind of half excepting Logan to just blink and act like it didn't do anything to him but surprisingly he did get a reaction from him.

Weapon X let out an annoyed yell and stumbled backwards, grabbing his face. "You fucking dead fucker!" he howled in pain. Hot tears ran down his face as he tried to rub out the spray from his burning eyes.

General Tudor didn't waste any time and turned around to his closet in the back of his office to get a better kind of weapon. He had all sorts of little goodies (weapons) hidden around his room. But as he opened the door he let out a hollered as he felt claws slash at his back. He fell on his knees and still tried to continue to open his closet but Weapon X picked him up and threw him onto his desk.

He winced since he landed on his sore cut up back and before he could even sit up Weapon X was already at his desk, standing over him. His eyes were bloodshot and tears continued to run down his face, washing off the blood that was spattered on his face from earlier his kills.

"Okay, General…since you officially pissed me off I am going to make this as slow and painful as possible for you," he snarled, staring at his claws like he was going to start sharping them like they were steak knives.

When Tudor tried to move off his desk, Weapon X drove his left claws into shoulder, pinning him to the desk. "Don't. Even. Bother."

"Logan I know you're in there," Tudor grunted. "You can fight this. You can stop this!"

What the fuck do you think I'm doing? Logan yelled, trying to regain control of his body but he couldn't. The blackness kept pushing him back farther and farther to a far corner of his mind.

"Logan help me ahhh!" Weapon X mimicked. He brought his other set of claws to Tudor's stomach ready to cut it open. "No one is going to help you…I pretty much killed everyone here. You should have seen their faces…they looked so scared, knowing they couldn't escape me, knowing that I was going to be the last thing they saw." He twisted his claws in Tudor's shoulder, making him groan in pain. "Ha-ha most of them screamed like little girls…let's see if you do."

"How can you say those things?" Tudor cried out. He knew the collar made Logan do things against his will but he didn't know the collar made him say horrible things. "They were your comrades…your friends…"

"Yeah right," Weapon X snorted. "They were never my friends and neither were you."

Shut up! Shut up! Logan thought angrily at his himself.

"Whatever," Tudor mumbled, knowing Logan was just going to keep saying horrible stuff he didn't mean. He turned his head and closed his eyes, trying to brace himself for the worse. He just wished he had talked to his son, Ryan, instead of just yelling at him and running him off. Now he was going to die, regretting making up with his son. And he felt sorry for Logan too… he was right back where he started, controlled and alone.

"Did I come right before the show?" Tudor heard a voice say.

Weapon X stopped what he was doing and looked at whoever was speaking, suddenly looking very scared. "Sir, I was about to carry out my orders-

"I know Weapon X, relax. I'm just intervening," Commander Northman told him, coming over.

Tudor turned his head slightly and saw tall blond man, staring down at him. His blue eyes felt like they were trying to pierce into his soul. There was something eerie about him and knew he was not going to like him even though he did intervene at a good time or he would have been gutted right now by Logan.

"General Tudor, I presume?" he said. "I know some of your work and I think you do actually deserve to be a General unlike a lot of Generals I have come across."

Northman stopped talking like he excepted Tudor to say "thank you" or something but Tudor just stared at him, not understanding what was going on. Northman sighed. "Ah yes but I guess you made the fatal mistake of taking in an animal that wasn't yours."

"What is with you people?" Tudor yelled. "He isn't an animal!"

Northman actually laughed out loud which made Tudor's arm hair stand up on its end. "Can you honestly say that with a straight face while looking at him?"

Tudor had to admit Logan didn't look his best right now with blood covering him but this wasn't his fault they were making him do this! He wished he could see Logan was still in somewhere but Weapon X's eyes were only filled with bloodlust.

"Logan is not an animal."

Northman went back to his emotionless face. "Maybe I gave you more credit then I should have given you but let's see if you still feel that way after he guts you." He backed away and pulled a chair over, like he was going to watch this as if he was at a movie.

"You may continue, Weapon X," Northman said, waving his hand like he was some king.

No! Logan screamed. He couldn't bear watching himself do this. I won't do it! I refuse to kill him!

Weapon X smirked and lifted his right claws up, ready to slice Tudor's stomach open but he then suddenly howled, "NOOOOOO!" He fell to the ground and writhed around like he was having a seizure or something.

Northman let an annoyed huff out. "He must be running low on control serum…but I thought they put enough in there for a week…"

Tudor sat up and tried to move but Northman grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him across the room. He banged hard against the wall, not excepting that kind of strength from Northman. He could have sworn he saw stars spinning around his head.

"No! No! NO!" Weapon X continued to yell as he rolled around on floor. I can fight this! I can WIN! Logan thought as he pushed the blackness over again and again. He was not going to lose this battle.

"This is going to get annoying," Northman growled, kicking Weapon X onto his stomach. "I don't think this control serum collar thing is going to work for me…maybe if they give you to me for a few months I could control you a lot better-

Northman let a yell out when Weapon X suddenly turned around and slashed him across the chest. It reminded Logan of the time when he slashed Ross across the face but he didn't like how it reminded him how he did that to Tudor a few minutes ago.

Northman stumbled backwards totally stunned.

"I control myself!" Logan hissed. "I'm so done with this!" He pulled at his collar but felt himself be tackled by an angry Northman.

"I am going to make wish you never were born when we get back!" Northman yelled, trying to pin him to the ground so he could put more serum in his collar.

Logan struggled and was able to kick Northman off him. "There is no way in hell I'm listening to you ever again!"

Northman stood up to his full height, towering over Logan. "You think you were afraid of Dr. Cory? You are going to be wetting yourself every time you see me when I'm done with you."

"I'm not afraid of that coward or you!" he roared, trying to tackle him but Northman simply dodged him. He appeared behind Logan in lighting speed and grabbed him from behind, bringing his arms up over his arms and wrapping his arms behind Logan's head. Northman interlocked his fingers and pushed the back of his head hard. Logan was in a master lock, he couldn't get out of.

Logan grunted and felt intense pressure on his neck, making it hard for him to breathe. He tried swinging his claws around but only hit the air.

"No point in fighting," Northman stated. "You can't possible overcome me. You may have claws, be able to heal or not be able to die for that matter but I'm stronger and smarter then you. So make a mental note in your small little brain you can't win ever." He shook Logan hard like a rag doll while tightening his hold. Logan actually felt really dizzy and stopped struggling.

"You're going to pass out now but when you wake up the first thing you're going to see is Tudor's head in your cell. And trust me things are going to be a lot different too…"

Logan eyes fluttered as the world around him blacken. Why does this keep happening to me? I keep losing…every time…Is there no hope? But he then suddenly felt a faint electric current; it didn't really hurt and founded it was coming from Northman which confused him. And even more oddly, he felt Northman loosen his grip and let go of him. Logan dropped to the floor and gasped for air. That man had a deathly strong grip.

"Logan are you okay?" he heard Tudor's voice say.

He stood up quickly and saw Northman on the ground. "What did you do?"

"I shocked the shit out of him," he shrugged showing him the Taser. "So much for being stronger…I figured you would want to kill him or I would have just shot him."

Logan smiled and went over to the unconscious Northman. "I'll consider this an early Christmas present."

"Merry fucking Christmas."

Logan bent down and put a fist to his stomach. He then used his other hand to pat Northman's face awake. His eyes flickered opened and surprise filled his them. Logan was enjoying these kind of looks on him, stunned and surprised at him.

"What is the expression everyone seems to always say to me?" Logan smirked. "Look how the tables have turned, sir." He released his claws and shoved them into Northman's stomach. He didn't let out a sound but his face showed the pain.

"I win."

Logan stood up, not glancing down as Northman silently suffered to death. He couldn't believe he just did that. It was hard for him to comprehend that the collar was still on him but yet he just killed his supervisor he was supposed to be listening to. This really felt like a dream, too good to be true.

"Logan, are you okay?" Tudor asked, limping over.

"Yeah…I'm fine," he said, widen eyed. He touched the collar; he still could feel the collar pumping serum into his body but he had control over his body. "How am I doing this anyway?"

Tudor smiled. "Your will is stronger than the serum. It always had been."

"I can't believe it!" he said, again. "I hope this isn't another dream…"

"No my friend we're awake," he told him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Logan suddenly turned around and hugged him really tight. "Thank you so much for everything you done. A few seconds ago I thought I was going to be stuck being Weapon X forever but you made me want to fight the collar….I'm so glad I was leased to you or none of this would ever happen…"

"Uh your welcome," Tudor gasped out, Logan's hug was kind of suffocating him. "Logan…I can't breathe."

"Oh sorry," he laughed, backing up.

Tudor noticed tears were coming down his face. Logan quickly wiped them. "Uhh…they are still hurting from the pepper spray," he lamely explained.

"Oh okay…" he teased him. "But seriously Logan it wasn't me…you're the one who got control-

Tudor was cut off when he let a grunt out. Logan looked down and saw he was just shot in the stomach but the bullet also went through him and hit Tudor's stomach as well.

"No…" he whimpered as he caught Tudor before he fell down.

"If I'm going die, Weapon X," he heard Northman say behind him. "He's coming with me."

Logan ignored him for a second and gently set Tudor down onto the ground.

"You think I would die that easily?" Northman sneered. "Oh no…Weapon X…I'm a little harder to kill…"

Logan let a death defying roar and turned around; eyes were filled with pure rage. He was going to destroy this man so that every body part would be ripped in shreds but he was gone.

"What?" he said confused, looking around. How could he just vanish that fast? He could probably follow his scent and catch him. He had to find and kill that fucking son of a bitch! He had to!

"Logan…."

He clenched his jaw and rushed over to Tudor's side. Northman could wait for now…

Logan cringed when he saw Tudor bleeding fiercely from his stomach. "I'm going to get you to a hospital!" Logan reassured him, trying to pick him up.

"No stop, Logan," Tudor weakly said. "I'm going to die…no point in pretending I'm not…"

"No!" Logan yelled. "You can't die. You'll going to be fine!"

"Logan everybody dies…it's just my time."

I don't die…If I could I would gladly die with you, Logan sadly thought.

"NO please don't die…" he begged him, gripping his arm. "You can't leave! You can't leave me…I'll fall apart…"

Tudor used all his strength and snapped. "NO YOU WON'T!" His voice then softened. "You can take care of yourself, Logan. I know you can. You will be able to move on and don't you dare live in self-pity."

"Okay…" Logan said, nodding his head down. Tears ran down his face and it wasn't because of the pepper spray anymore. Why did everyone he cared about have to die?

"Also Logan…can you tell my son I'm partially sorry…" Tudor whispered.

Logan choked out a laugh. "You're partially sorry?"

"Yes…he was an ass too…not just me," he turned his head slightly. "Take care of yourself, Logan." He closed his eyes and his body went limp.

"No, no, no, no," Logan cried, shaking Tudor. "Wake up! Wake up!"

He hugged his body and rocked back and forth; wishing some miracle would happen and he come back to life. That wasn't going to happen. His boss, someone he respected, someone who cared about him, his friend was now dead.

Why? WHY? WHY?

"What is he doing?" he heard voices say, interrupting his mourning. It was troops that came with him and Commander Northman when they were invading the military base. "What the fuck is he doing?" "Is he eating him?" "I don't know man it looks like he is making out with him."

"Hey Weapon X do you know where Commander Northman is?" he heard Marx asked, approaching him. Marx was one the guards who liked torturing Logan for fun like the time he burned him alive…

Logan stood up and slowly turned around. They didn't react because he had his collar on…he was controlled, they were safe.

"No I don't know where he is…" he said, monotony. But when I find him…he will be begging to go to hell…

"Maybe he's busy doing something…?" Marx shrugged, checking his communicator. "I think we're pretty much done here, though. There is no one left alive that we have found." He looked down at Tudor's body. "Aren't you supposed to bring his head back?"

"Yes…"

Marx rolled his eyes. "Well come on, you dumb shit we don't have all day."

Logan gave him a creepy smile and released his claws. "Oh I'm not bringing his head back…"

Vengeance was in the air and it smelled quite sweet.


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