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Return to Weapon X Sequel
Stryker stood next to the Director and some other military men and looked at some pictures that showed new facilities and mutants they had kept their eyes on. They all agreed on the fact that Xavier's School was a danger to their plans and that they needed a way to destroy it, including all mutants. Not to forget that he wanted a male offspring of Wolverine and that, if his intel was right, the second mutant baby was indeed the boy they wanted. So now, they were making plans on how to attack the school and eliminate everyone, except for those mutants that looked promising. If it was up to him, they could burn all of them alive, except for that mutant boy…
Stryker looked up when the Director instructed his plans and tried to convince the generals that they needed to prevent Xavier from creating his own mutant army. He used Magneto as persuasion and that they could see from tat example how dangerous Xavier could become, especially since he had the only level 5 mutant and Weapon X. Stryker smiled. He knew how convincing the man could be if he wanted to achieve something… His eyes briefly looked at the banister above them, thought he has seen something but lowered his gaze again after a brief frown. Instead, he looked once more at the dossiers in front of him. He wanted that mutant boy, no matter what…
"William, why don't you tell them about Weapon X's newest achievement?" the Director suddenly asked him and Stryker looked up. He didn't understand first what the man meant with it, but then he did…
"He has a son," he simply said and smiled at the shocked gasps that echoed through the room. "To be more precisely… A son with a level 5 telepath and teke. If that child inherited both his parents powers, we'll have the strongest weapon imaginable…"
"You already failed to control the Wolverine, William," one general said and earned approval from some others.
"That won't happen this time. The boy has just been born and that means we can forge him into the weapon we need. Weapon X was already an adult when we caught him, harder to control… But an infant boy… He can be shaped into anything we dream of…," Stryker smiled, already imagining what he could do to and with that boy. "A level 5 telepath with telekinetic abilities, a healing factor, indestructible skeleton and claws…. It would be the perfect weapon, gentlemen!"
"I doubt Weapon X will watch you stealing his son away from him without doing anything against it," another man mocked and Stryker's eyes narrowed, but he smiled.
"We have intel that Weapon X has left the school. Obviously he doesn't care for his offspring. That man's an animal, general. Animals are meant to bread, not to play happy family…"
There was silence in the room for a while, every man thinking about what they had heard so far and imagining what they could do with such weapons.
"If we could clone that boy… Create enough of them for an anti-mutant army…," one of them said excitedly. "They will help us to overcome the mutant problem so easily… Or we could let them fight wars for us! They can't be killed, imagine what they could do on a battlefield!"
Two loud bangs suddenly echoed through the room and when the man looked up again, he stared straight into Wolverine's angry face. "Ya wanna use my kid as a weapon, bub?" the feral snarled furiously and ignored the shocked screams of the other men in the room, when they realized that Sabretooth blocked the only way out. "Wanna hear what the animal thinks about it?" Wolverine growled, his eyes darkening and cut the general's head clean off in one swift move.
Grinning in joy, Sabretooth's eyes fell on the men, who had drawn their guns to stop them. He chuckled and his sharp nails grew longer as he stared each of them down.
"No one gets outta here alive…," Wolverine growled and both ferals leapt at the men with loud and angry roars…
"He did…what?!" Jean asked shocked, her voice barely audible.
"He killed them to protect you and his daughter," Scott replied and could tell that she was too shocked to understand anything he was saying. "Look…," he said and began to tell her everything…
His eyes grew wide under his glasses as he watched how Logan was keeping the woman from shouting out for help, his arm tightly wrapped around her throat, while his free one broke her neck in one fast move. Scott was like frozen, completely speechless and shocked, even more so when Logan's angry eyes fell on him and he was grabbed in the next moment, pulled into the room, heard how the door was shut and found himself pinned to the wall next.
"What the fuck or ya doin' here?!" Logan barked at him furiously and fought the urge to strangle the man in front of him next.
"What did you do…?" Scott asked, his voice not his own and stared at his team mate as if that one was a complete stranger. He thought about what he had seen in the past days, the people Logan had disappeared with in some alley or car or motel, remembered that it had always been the feral only who had reappeared. It was too easy to do the math for him, even if he still couldn't believe it… "You killed those people… Am I right?"
"You've been followin' me?" Logan snarled and his eyes narrowed even further, but mostly because he was angry with himself for being so sloppy and not noticing that Scott had been following him. His mind was already working on how to dispose of the body of that woman. And thinking about it, Scott had just given him the perfect opinion… He let go of the man, who hardly caught his sudden fall, and took the notepad and the pen next to it with his gloved hands. "Yer gonna write a suicide note in her name," he told him and handed him both objects, while he turned and began to make a rope out of the thin sheets.
Scott only stared at the notepad and pen and tried to process what he'd just been ordered to do. "What…?" was all he could come up with, but Logan didn't look back at him. Instead he kept on working on the sheets and looked for a good spot on the ceiling. "Have you lost your mind, Logan?!"
"Write the letter," Logan replied and climbed on to a chair to bind the rope to a spot he thought of fitting for his plan.
Scott was only able to watch him in shock, watched how Logan dragged the woman over to him and tied the noose around her neck. "Logan…," he said and hoped to stop the feral with it, but this one had already let go of the body and kicked the chair to the ground, looking at his work. "You're crazy…"
"Write the fuckin' note!" Logan demanded instead and came over to him, his eyes furious. When Scott shook his head, he grabbed him by the back of the neck and made him face the table. "Yer gonna write it or I swear t'God, Summers, yer won't get outta here alive…," he warned him and, for emphasis extracted his claws right at Scott's neck. "Write…the note!"
Shaking and intimidated, Scott slowly began to do what he's been told and wrote in hurried block characters that he couldn't take it anymore and that he was sorry. He could tell that Logan watched him intently over his shoulder and was determined not to show him the tears that streamed down his cheeks. He couldn't hide it, he was scared of that man and knew that Logan picked up on it. After he was done, he stared when Logan reached out to tear off the first paper and threw it onto the bed, while he stuffed the pen and notepad into his pocket.
"Come!" Logan grunted and dragged Scott with him, kept him in a strong grip to prevent the man from running away. "Yer here with a car?" he asked and received a nod. "Lead the way 'n don't think of doin' anythin' stupid!" he warned him and followed the man's lead.
After they sat in the car and he had ordered Scott to drive a longer route back to the mansion, he reached for his cell phone and pressed quick dial. "Job's done. Anyone else?"
While he concentrated on the street, Scott listened intently to what Logan, and whoever the person on the other side was, was saying. From what he got the woman had been a job and he guessed that the same could be said about the other ones. So he guessed that Logan had been hired to take those women and men out, to flirt with them, play nice, lead them somewhere dark and then kill them… He couldn't believe that what he had thought about the man from the first moment he'd seen him was true in the end… When Logan smashed the phone all of a sudden and used his claws to further break it, then threw it out of the window, he realized that his own breath was way too fast. He didn't have a good feeling at all. He wanted to jump out of the car and run for his life.
"Turn right here."
"That's… That's not the way back to the mansion…," Scott stuttered and felt Logan's eyes boring into him.
"Turn…right!" the feral pressed him.
"Logan…"
Snikt.
Scott stared at the claws for a second and felt his stomach turning. So he had to pay with his life for following the feral and figuring out that he was a cold blooded killer… His heart was in his throat as he pulled right and into and even darker path through the wood. He couldn't control the trembling in his hands or the urge to vomit. He didn't even think about contacting the Professor and call for help. He knew it would be useless and that Logan would be gone before they had even left the mansion…
"Stop the car. That's far enough," Logan ordered and waited for Scott to do so. "Now get out."
"Why? Afraid the seats might get bloody?" Scott asked, his voice trembling.
"I said… Get out of the car!" Logan repeated and stared him down. It took another moment until Scott finally did so and he gave him a hard push, a sign to keep walking. "Yer gonna wait at that tree over there. If ya start runnin'…," Logan warned him, "I'm gonna catch ya anyway, understaood? If ya think of usin' yer powers, I'd think twice about it!" He waited until he was sure that Scott wouldn't do anything, before he motioned to tear off the license plates and searched the whole car for anything that could reveal the owner. After he was done, he opened the trunk and took the spare can, scattered the contents inside of the car, before he lit a cigar and threw it inside of it next.
Scott watched how the car instantly began to burn and wondered if his body would end up in it next…
"Walk until I tell ya t'stop!" Logan demanded and gave him a good push.
"Why? Just stab me and throw my body into the car next…," Scott mumbled but did as he was told and in the end, he ended up at the end of the way and looked down the abyss. The mansion was visible from where they were. He realized that they were on the hill that he could see from his window and didn't have to think about it. Logan only needed to give him a push and he'd ended up dead…
"Sit down!"
He did so, wondering if anyone would miss him. Wondering if Logan would join the search party and "accidentally" find his broken body… Scott bet he would…
"I don't care what ya think about me, alright? But yer gonna listen now!" Logan grunted next to him and Scott realized that he had sat down next to him, his eyes staring off at the mansion. "What ya witnessed 'n guessed had t'be done, the why's none of yer business!"
Scott let out a snort. "I always knew you were a killer…"
"Damn right. 'n I never tried t'hide it," Logan replied and earned an angry look.
"No… You're just playing the sweetheart for Jean. How does she fit into your double life, Logan?" Scott asked and looked back at the mansion. "The secure fuck at home? The lover that accidentally got pregnant? From all of us, she'll be the one to end up hurt and I swear to God, they'll find out even if you'll kill me now. Jean isn't dumb!"
Logan chuckled. "Ya really believed it, huh?"
"Believed what?"
"The 'do what I say or I'll kill ya' part," he explained and shook his head, smirking. "Ya don't know shit. I killed'em for Jeannie'n Sara…"
Hearing it, Scott began to frown and asked himself if he had just heard right. "For them?!" he asked and the man next to him nodded slowly, kept his eyes on the ground and his legs pulled close. "What are you talking about, Logan? I watched you going out night after night, I watched you flirting with women and even guys and all of them have miraculously disappeared. And you're telling me now that you murdered them for your family?!"
"Guess I did…"
"You've lost your mind!" Scott huffed and looked away.
"If ya think so…," Logan shrugged. "I don't care what I've t'do t'keep'em safe…"
"Could you stop talking gibberish and finally say what's wrong?!"
"No."
"No?!"
"No." Logan gave him a stern look and Scott could only shake his head. "I'd have t'kill ya, if I did."
Scott huffed. "As if you'd mind…"
"All ya need t'know is that some guys are watchin' me. 'n by watchin' me, they're watchin' Jeannie'n Sara," Logan said, his eyes on the mansion.
"How do you know this?"
"A friend gave me a call, said they finally found out where I was'n were tryin' t'catch me. So if I didn't get t'em first…" Logan shrugged. "So he gave me their pics'n all I had t'do was waitin' for'em t'get t'me."
"You killed people!" Scott reminded him and received another shrug.
"They knew who they're dealin' with. Don't expect pity from me!" Logan replied harshly and glared at him. "I do whatever I have t'to protect Jeannie'n my kid. 'n I'll take care of anyone who gets in my way!"
Scott looked at his teammate's face and analyzed it. What he saw was a man determined to do whatever he had to in order to protect his family. And that confused him… "I thought you hated your daughter…," he said and was surprised that Logan broke eye contact. "I mean… You do everything to keep her away from you…"
"Ya didn't get me, did ya?" Logan asked annoyed. "I said, I'll do whatever it takes t'protect'em!"
Frowning, Scott nodded. "You're right! I didn't get you…"
The feral sighed and shook his head. "Doesn't matter…," he said and got up, his eyes once more on the mansion. "Yer gonna promise me somethin'…"
"I…what?!" Scott asked and got up, too. Tried to keep up to the feral when this one began walking again. "Promise you what?!"
"That you'll take care of Jeannie'n Sara…"
He froze on the spot. "Why would you want me to do this?!"
"Coz someone has to…," Logan simply said and didn't bother to stop. He heard how Scott began to jog over to him and soon the man blocked his way.
"Why do I have a gut feeling that you're up to something very stupid?!" Scott asked him suspiciously. "What are you up to, Logan?!"
"I've t'leave…," was all the feral said and went on walking, pulled his arm back when Scott grabbed it.
"Why?!"
"Are ya that dumb or what?!" he asked completely annoyed by now and turned to face Scott. "I'm a danger to Jean'n my kid. As long as I'm stayin' at the mansion, I'm endarin' all of ya! Those men won't stop huntin' me, they'll do everythin' t'get me back. 'n when they figure out that I have a kid…" He stopped and shook his head in a painful reminder of what they would do to his child… "I can't stay… Not as long as they're huntin' me… That's what Jeannie won't understand…"
Shocked about the confession he could hear between the lines, Scott stared at his opposite for a while. "She thinks you hate your daughter, Logan! Jean believes you're cheating on her!"
"I know. That's what I wanted her t'believe," the feral replied and began walking again. "It's the only way she'll let finally go of me'n understand that it won't work out…"
"It would work out, if you finally stopped to be a complete drama queen!" Scott scolded him and finally managed to grab his arm. "You want to leave because you think you're endangering us? We're a school full of mutants, Logan! They'd be stupid to attack us!"
"Think yer safe just because you're walkin' weapons?" Logan challenged him. "They know, Summers! They have their ways t'solve that problem 'n ya won't hear'em comin'! They're interested in me! They'll kill all of ya, coz yer of no interest for'em. Or they might catch some of ya and use ya for experiments… 'n I'd be damned t'let that happen!"
Scott let go of his arm and followed him slowly. "But where do you want to go?!"
"Back t'Canada…"
"And then? Jean loves you, Logan. She doesn't want me!"
"She still has feelings for ya…"
"She does?" Scott asked surprised.
"I guess so…," Logan shrugged and stopped walking after they had finally reached the mansion again. He looked at the sky, realized that it was still too dark for him to reappear. "Look… I'll leave in a couple of hours. I want Jeannie t'think that I stayed with someone else tonight, so ya won't say a thing, understood?"
"You're crazy…," Scott said and shook his head. "You'll break her heart!"
"I know… But it's better this way…," Logan mumbled and looked at the ground. "Just promise me that you'll take care of her 'n Sara," he almost begged him and waited for a weak nod, before he disappeared in the wood again, but nut before he mumbled another 'Thanks…'…
"I can't believe this…," Jean said and buried her face in her hands, tried to process what she has just learned. "All of this… All of this just to protect us?!"
"Yeah… I couldn't believe it myself that he would pull off a stunt like this, but…" Scott shrugged. "I just think you should know… He didn't do it because he doesn't care, he did it because he cares too much. I don't know what I'd do if someone threatened my family and in fact it's my fault…" He looked aside and saw how she swallowed hard and had tears in her eyes. Reaching out, Scott wiped them away and pulled her close. "He loves you… And he loves his children. With his memory back he must have realized that he's a threat for yours and their well-being… He's trying to protect you…"
"But I want him to be here…," she cried into his neck and buried her face in it.
"I know…," he sighed and stroked over her hair. He looked up when the door was opened slowly and Ororo stuck her head into the room.
"Guess who just returned and looks like being pulled through a shredder?" she said and before she was even able to blink, Jean was out of the room. "What was that just now?" she asked Scott rather suspiciously and referred to the scene she had witnessed before.
"Nothing… I just told her what Logan refuses to tell her," he waved off. "Would you stay with the children, please?"
"Sure…" She watched him leaving and frowned, wondered what he was talking about. When her eyes fell on the two sleeping children she smiled instead and reached out to tuck them back in. "Let's home your mommy kicks your daddy's butt to the moon…"
When the door to the infirmary opened and Logan realized who had just entered he let out a silent curse and lowered his gaze. From all the people he'd wanted to see him like that, Jean was not included in the list. He should have stopped Ororo before that woman had slipped out of the room. When Jean didn't come closer he began to frown at her, saw how angry her eyes looked and could only guess what the woman would do right now, if she had her powers back by now…
"35 bullets…," Hank announced and shook his head in complete disappointment of his friend. "I hope you're proud of yourself, Logan…" He began to clean and disinfect the wounds that were still visible and thought about whether or not to bandage them. In the end he could tell that someone had already done some job of patching up. "Mind to tell me who treated your knife wounds?"
"No…," Logan grumbled and looked away.
"As I thought. Well, considering you can barely walk, let alone stand alone, I'll help you to clean up and then you'll go straight to bed!" he warned him and silenced Logan with a snarl. "Or perhaps Jean wants to do it," he suggested since the boiling redhead was no secret to him. He could almost feel her anger. With a brief look at her, he excused himself after helping Logan into the bathtub in an additional room and left the couple alone.
Logan couldn't remember a moment in his life that he had felt more like a little boy than right now. He wished Jean would just explode and yell at him, but the silence was killing him. While his head was lowered, he watched how she washed him silently and thought about what to say. From what he picked up on she was so angry with him that he wondered how she couldn't explode… The silence went even on after she toweled him off, helped him to get dressed again and led him back to the bed. While she was gone to get something to eat and drink, as he guessed, he thought about what to say. His plan had been to sneak in, get his things, maybe leave a note, but of course Hank had seen him and dragged him to the infirmary instead…
He was torn out of his thoughts when Jean dropped the tray on the nightstand and looked up, straight into her angry eyes. "Jean…," Logan began when she slapped him harder than he thought her capable of. He'd be damned if she hadn't left a mark just now…
"You are the most self centered, lying bastard on this goddamn planet!" she burst and slapped his chest next. "In stead of just telling me what was going on, you do things behind my back!" she cried and couldn't remember a time she had felt that angry. "You have me sitting here and believing that you're doing some slut in some…motel or…or alley and in fact you're trying to protect me!"
"That idiot talked…," Logan noticed and was about to bury his face in his hands when she slapped them away.
"Of course he did! At least someone who's telling me the truth in this house!" Jean went on, getting even angrier. "You could have just come to me and tell me about what was going on. Instead you hurt me so bad!"
"Jeannie, I…"
"Don't Jeannie me now Logan!" she barked and opened her eyes when a loud clonk and a groan could be heard all of a sudden. Her eyes grew wide in shock as she realized that she had just sent him into the wall on the opposite site of the room. "Oh my God, are you alright?!" she asked since he didn't move at all.
"Ya broke my neck…," Logan groaned and held his head in a strong grip.
"I can't break your neck, you idiot!" Only rolling her eyes, she helped him to sit up. "How many fingers, Logan?"
He looked at them and blinked. "Five?"
"Great…," Jean cursed and used a small flashlight on his eyes.
"What happened?!" Hank asked and was completely out of breath. "I heard a loud bang…"
"Nothin'…," Logan mumbled and kept his eyes closed. The room was dancing a tad too much for his taste. "Jeannie just got her powers back, that's all…"
"Oh really?" the furry mutant asked out of interest and helped the redhead to get Logan back to the bed. "Well,…don't expect any sympathy from me, Logan. You deserved it!"
"Thanks…"
"Anyway, since I'm obviously not needed here…" Hank waved his good-bye and retreated to his lab once more.
"That's one reason I refuse t'play volleyball when yer on the other team," Logan grunted and pressed the cool pack against his forehead after Jean had handed him one.
"It's not a moment for jokes, Logan…," Jean replied and sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at her hands. "What you did…"
"I know…," he sighed and kept his eyes close. "But the truth is, Jeannie… 'n we both know it! I can't stay…"
Shocked, her head jerked aside. "Why?!"
He opened his eyes a bit and met her gaze. "Stryker'n that Director guy might be dead… But there'll be others. I can't stay without endangerin' ya or the kids. What happened last time was enough. I won't stay'n risk somethin' similar happenin' again…," he said completely determined and reached out to take her hand into his. "I'm not doin' this coz I want t', darlin'. I also ain't doin' this coz I hate the kids! Despite how they're made they're the best things that every happened t'me, next t'ya. 'n that's why I can't stay. Ya haven't heared what they intended t'do with Jaden… 'n I can't sit here 'n wait for them t'come t'hurt my babies. Not as long as some of'em are still out there…"
"I won't let you go…," Jean said determined and shook her head.
Logan sighed. He'd expected exactly that. "Jean…"
"NO!" she cut him off a tad louder. "You always think that it's all about you, Logan. That those men want you. If they want to try and hurt our son, then I'd e damned to just stand here and watch. They are our babies! They need their father as much as they need their mother and you can't tell Scott to take over your responsibility, just because you want to run. You did it the last time and what happened? They came and attacked us. If you'd been here, with us, with your family, you would have noticed and we could have prevented them from taking us! Two students died! They died because no one was able to protect them."
"They died coz they wanted me, Jean!" he replied angrily, but she shook her head.
"No, Logan. They knew you weren't here. They attacked us, because they knew you had left!" she told him and he began to frown. "They knew you had gone back to Canada and that's why they used me as bait." Remembering what she had to do and the way he had looked at her, Jean lowered her gaze and bit her lower lip hard. She'd never forget the look Logan had given her… The surprise in his eyes, the deep feeling of betrayal in them… "You fell in love with me again after losing your memory… Why do you want to throw this away? Just for some uncertain maybe?" she asked him and left before he could say anything to it…
As I said, I'd update soon. Lol But I never expected it to be that soon. Anyway, the chapter was a lot longer, as I promised and from what I can tell the next chapter will be the last. But I'm not so sure about that, yet. Thanks to all of those who have reviewed!!! You guys are great. : ) Let me know what you think about this here!!