Omega was not angry. Omega was not upset. Omega was a level of anger he didn't even know was possible. Everything fell in his path and nothing was safe as Omega trekked through the woods. The brats had not only eluded him once again, but the boy had injured him. HIM! Omega, the best and ultimate weapon the world had ever, would ever know. He would suffer the most. Omega imagined himself slowly breaking the boy's back, or twisting the boy's arms till they went flying off. That would be most amusing. Although, he could not forget the girl, she after all resembled the one he hated the most, her mother Anya. He would get so much pleasure out of watching the replica of Anya's face twist with pain. Yes. That would be wonderful. But now, now he would have to wait. The trail was dead and he had no way of picking it up for awhile. His superiors were not going to be happy, but most likely they would get over it quickly when they realized that their grand weapon X-2 was more of a success then they thought. After all, he had eluded Omega.
Growling and in pain Omega headed back to headquarters. The brats would reveal themselves sooner or later. They were too extraordinary to remain in the dark for long. And when they were revealed, he would be waiting, very patiently waiting for revenge most sweet.
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Anya rolled her eyes as cap began yet another lecture to her and Logan about the one thing they both agreed on, some people didn't deserve mercy. It wasn't that Anya was a cold blooded killer, she would never hurt an innocent or a child or hell even a puppy. But the men who were guilty, they were harder for Anya to spare. Whenever she began to fight men who had led thousands of people to their deaths, men who would kill thousands more if she let them, she couldn't help but want to rip their throats out of their bodies. They didn't deserve the life they had been given, men like them had hurt her, had taken away her life and everything she had ever known. No, men like them didn't deserve to live.
Cap finished talking and Anya came back to reality.
"It wasn't a big deal cap; you need to learn to be more flexible." Anya smiled at Logan's sentiment. It was true in her opinion. So they had killed two guards what was the big deal?
"Logan, they had surrendered. They weren't going to fight us anymore. You and Anya still just jumped all over them. What is it with you two? Especially you Anya, you've really got to learn to show some control. I understand what you feel. I know you've been through a lot..."
Cap never finished that sentence as Anya felt a dangerous anger erupt within her. "Shut the hell up cap. You VOLUNTEERED for your potion, I didn't. Don't tell me you know cause you don't know shit! I am going to make those bastards pay for what they did; they deserve to suffer for what they did. SO you…"
Anya could have gone on for hours; she could have ripped Cap apart and put him back together again. One year. One damn year and he thought he knew her, thought that he understood her pain. Like hell he did!
Logan's hand had stopped Anya's yelling as he held her shoulder tight and stood in front of her. "Ain't nobody saying different Anya. The bastards deserve to pay for what they did to ya. I think we all agree that they do. But Cap is just afraid you'll let your emotions take over ya too much and make a bad choice that's all. Right Cap?"
Logan looked at Cap, and they studied each other for a minute before Cap relented to Logan. "Yes. Anya, I just don't want you to do something you'll regret."
Anya rolled her eyes, sometimes; she swore her partners thought she was stupid. "No. You just don't want me doing anything to put a dent in Mr. America's shield, that's all."
"Damn Anya! I am trying to be the understanding one here. I understand that you're angry and that you want revenge, fine, but I will not allow you to kill innocent…"
"Innocent? Innocent? Those men were anything but innocent Cap and you know that!"
Cap sighed, "Fine. They weren't innocent, but they did surrender and the two of you should have honored that and spared them. If for no other reason than they could have been questioned about what they know."
Anya silently bit her lip and growled lowly in her throat. He had a point.
"Look. I'm going to try and smooth this over; the two of you get some rest we head out in two days time alright?"
Cap left Anya and Logan alone, though she could still feel the frustration in his voice. She didn't belong here. She shouldn't be fighting side by side with Captain America, she wasn't a hero. But something within her refused to let her leave. These men had saved her, befriended her and helped her to become more human than she had been in a long time. She didn't want to lose that.
Anya sighed and left the room. She couldn't think straight anymore. She felt an overwhelming emotion ride up in her stomach that made her want to cry, vomit and scream all at the same time. She wanted to die. She hated what she had become; she hated herself with all her being and wished that she could melt into the earth. But she didn't, she continued living and breathing and everyday got harder. Everyday brought another fight with Cap and everyday she felt worse and worse.
"Anya, you alright рывок?"
Anya smiled. She had called Logan and Cap that so much at first that Logan had later asked what it meant. She told him it meant friend. Cap had shook his head and laughed and Logan looked more pleased than he let on. She simply didn't want to tell him that he was actually calling her a jerk.
"Da. I will be. I just, Logan I think I'm going to leave."
"Where ya gonna go?"
"I don't know. Maybe back to Russia, find the men responsible and make them pay. Cap will never let me have my revenge if I stay with you both, even if I find the men responsible he would tell me to have mercy. I can't Logan. Not for them, not ever for them." Emotions overtook Anya as memories surged in her head. She had nightmares every night about…things. Things she had done that she didn't remember doing. People she had killed, people begging her not to kill them. Faces rushing past, blood, blood, run, metal tentacles, blood, screaming, fire, gunshots, blood…the cycled ran so fast in her head that she grabbed it to make sure it didn't fall off her shoulders. Tears streamed down her face as she felt strong arms pull her into something warm.
The cycle stopped the blood washed away and the faces faded back into the dark. Anya released a shaky breathe that she hadn't realized she was holding. She inhaled deeply and she enjoyed his smell. Many said Logan was strange, an animal like side buried under the man that scared most drew Anya to him like a magnet. Cap was too pure for her tastes. The world devoured men like Cap and left nothing but bones. Logan was by no means a bad man, but he wasn't anyone's knight in shining armor. But maybe, just maybe he could make her broken mind work again.
Anya looked into Logan's eyes and saw concern, and a hint of something more. She wanted him, and from what she saw in his eyes, the feeling was mutual. Anya closed the gap between them. Anya opened her soul to Logan and put her sanity in his hands. She kissed him. Anya kissed Logan like the world was going to end, like fire was raining down from the sky, because in her mind, it was.
She felt his surprise at first, an almost protest. Her heart stopped beating. He was going to reject her. Tell her that he only wanted to be her friend and nothing more. But then she felt him deepen their kiss. Tonight there would be no nightmares.
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"What are you looking at?" The sarcastic reply took James by shock, though looking as the girl did it shouldn't have. She was fairly short with long brown hair and a scowl that he swore he knew.
"Guys! We just broke outta S.H.E.I.L.D., interrogate each other later." James turned to his sister and scowled. Ali could be a real pain sometimes.
"She's right. We need to keep moving. Kid, these are the ones I was telling you about. The ones like you. You gonna help us get away or stand there all day?" Logan's voice was rushed and James realized that this must have been the friend Logan was talking about. But she was just a kid! Younger than him and Al. Not to mention…wait like her? How were they like her? Did they have a long lost sister they didn't know about? What the hell?
The girl and Logan were talking…yelling….whatever it was they were planning escape routes.
"Do you guys know anywhere we could go?" Ali asked hopefully.
Logan seemed to be thinking for a moment before answering slowly. "Yea…don't know how happy they are gonna be about the situation, but I bet they'd give us a lift. First we gotta find a phone though."
James smiled. He knew he was a genius. Not because he could build a motorcycle from scratch, oh no. He was a genius for a whole nother reason.
"Would this phone work?" James pulled out Fury's cell phone from his pocket. He had swiped it off of the man when they had dragged him under the table. Why? Cause he could and it seemed like a good idea to have a phone handy.
Logan and the two girls stared at him for a moment. Finally Logan found his voice, "Where did ya get that?"
"Well, Fury let me borrow it."
Alia's eyebrows shot up and Logan laughed.
"You stole Fury's cell? Why?"
James shrugged as Logan tried to dial through his laughter. James liked Logan more every minute. When he fought with him it was easy. Logan led cause he was older, but gave James plenty of space. That in itself was a good sign. James's male guardian had never done that. He had tried to keep James on a leash and a short one at that. He didn't realize that James needed space, and that he got quite cranky when he didn't get it.
Logan began talking into the phone.
"Hank? Yea its Logan let me talk to Chuck."
Chuck? What kind of a name was Chuck?
"Hey Chuck. I kinda got a situation here, need a pickup for me and three others."
Ali and James looked at each other. Who do you think? Alia's eyes asked the question as her head nodded to the phone. Dunno. James shrugged. Think we should trust him? We barely know him. Alia's eyes looked at Logan in an unsure way and she cocked her head to the side. I think we can trust him, I do. James nodded his head and looked at Logan. He could trust Logan, right? I mean the guy had taken on Fury to help them the only way they couldn't trust him would be if he worked for H.Y.D.R.A., but James severely doubted that.
"Alright, and um, thanks Chuck." Logan hung up the phone and turned to the three teenagers. "Chuck's sending a jet our way that'll take us back to the manor."
"What manor?"
"Charles Xavier Institute for the Gifted."
"A school? You're taking us to a school to keep us safe from S.H.E.I.L.D.?"
"Trust me, it ain't a regular school."
"I'm leaving. I said I would help if would pertain to H.Y.D.R.A. but it obviously doesn't anymore." The girl with long brown hair made her statement that was lost to Logan and Alia as they fought and turned to leave, causing James to scoff.
The girl stopped for a moment and turned and looked at him. For a moment they stared each other down. The only sound was Logan and Alia arguing over the school in the background and just who Logan had called.
Then she smirked and James felt his anger rise. "If I were you I'd watch your back. Omega doesn't give up that easily. He'll be back for you, and Logan won't always be around to protect you, boy."
James heard himself growl, and felt his claws come out. Nobody talked to him like that. NOBODY. Before he could move forward to attack, Alia was holding his shoulder telling him to calm down. Logan was doing the same with the girl, who turned and left without another word to Logan or him.
Alia and Logan said something quietly to one another and James felt himself calming down. Finally the trio headed for the rendezvous point with the jet to wait for their ride to the institute.
James was silent as he trekked along behind Logan and in front of Alia. Four words kept ringing in his head, Omega doesn't give up.