**I do not own X-Men character but Aya is my OC!**

Aya made an inhuman sound. He could feel the overwhelming emotions his mate was experiencing and grew dizzy with his own. He gripped her hand tighter. I'm here, he thought. Inexplicably, he knew the man to be Stryker. And he knew, just knew, Stryker was responsible for the living hell he'd endured for all these years. Stryker gave a coy smile and began pacing slowly. His arrogant air made the beast within very, very put out.

"So, my two favorite ferals found each other at last. We knew it was only a matter of time," he said, clasping his hands behind his back and looked at the floor. "Of course, we'd expected Lupa an Victor but we were pleasantly surprised when the two of you showed a connection. It's really quite amazing. Feral love, mating," he continued. "We've found it in the wild; bald eagles, wolves, but ferals seem to be the only humans capable of such a bond. But then again, you aren't really human, are you?" he stopped pacing and approached the rail, still smiling at them. Logan could hear the guns of the guards clicking, locking onto the targets that had remained so elusive for the past month.

"Whaddya want with 'er, Stryker?" he asked, gripping his mate's hand harder still. He clenched his jaw. No matter the answer, he would protect her. Nothing would come between them again. Nothing.

"It's not her I'm after," he smiled. Logan frowned. What? His testing was finished.

"I told ya, when ya gave me these, get the hell outta my way," Logan suddenly blurted, quoting himself. He loved that girl, though he couldn't recall her name. He flashed his claws. The guards' guns locked onto him at once.

"Why?" Aya suddenly said. "Then why can't ya just leave us be? We did our part fer our country, that should be enough." Her eyes flashed a brilliant shade of crimson. Logan turned to look past her at Cage, still standing there, absorbing what they were.

"To be honest, I'm after none of you," Stryker said, looking down at his fingernails idly. Logan's mind was racing. If he didn't want Aya and he didn't want him or even Cage, what the hell did he want? The beast was pacing closer than ever to the surface now, growling and pawing at the ground.

"Mates Jim, somethin' 'bout 'em is important to 'im," Victor suddenly hissed. Then, like a slap in the face, he knew. He pulled Aya behind him.

"Never," he growled at Stryker. "Come on! Shoot me!" he taunted the guards now. He could smell their fear, their apprehension as they witnessed Weapon X's fury. Stryker motioned for a few of them to move forward. In one swift motion, a head rolled by the others. They immediately retreated.

"So, you've figured out why you and your mate, Victor and Lupa are so important to me?" he asked calmly. "I did my testing on their healing capabilities. I've seen what the you and Victor could do. Imagine it Logan," Stryker said. But he couldn't take it anymore. The thought blinded him to all reason. His insides burned and his blood builed with the intensity of the sun. He growled at Aya, who immediately understood. Hissing, she turned to the opposite side, claws and fangs sharpened. Cage understood and removed the guns he'd been packing and saving for this exact moment. They all stood back to back, waiting to pounce their prey. "I was really hoping we could avoid all this," Stryker sighed. "Get them," he ordered the guards. And the fighting commenced. Logan unleashed the beast within. Slice, slice, blood spurted all over his face, arms, torso. He scissor-chopped a man across the ribs then grabbed his gun and opened fire. Cage was punching, shooting and kicking his way through the 14, 15, 16 guards. Aya tore, bit and ripped through jugulars, arteries and veins. The squelching and screaming was enough to make Logan inwardly cringe but not enough for him to stop. Victor laughed triumphantly at his brother's predator. Finally, Logan's eyes locked on his true target.

He leapt over bodies and took the metal staircase three at a time. He roared as he reached the man now cowering in fear. He grabbed him by the his shirt and closed his blades in on his throat.

"Gimme one good reason," he hissed, sounding demonic even to his own ears. Stryker reeked of fear and urine.

"We wouldn't harm her once we got what we wanted. We'd just need it!" he cried. Logan grunted and pressed each tip a little closer. A spot of blood appeared and trickled down Stryker's sweaty neck. "Imagine the medical advancements! Logan, normally, she wouldn't be able to but your mate, she's special. The hotel room, we'd been watching, we were certain it would happen then…"

"Never will you hurt her. Or our child. Never," Logan hissed. He pulled his arm back, ready to strike. Stryker closed his eyes, waiting for his impending demise. Just as Logan's arm moved forward, pain erupted at the base of his skull and everything went black.

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