AUTHOR- candy aka candylynn
RATING- R
DISCLAIMER- I don't own the X-Men
NOTES- In this chapter find out who the killer is, that is if some of you haven't guessed, and VIOLENCE.
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I have no limits, no bounds, I am the hunter, they are my prey. They are living weapons. I am a living nightmare.
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Before Dutch's mind could process the gore and carnage around him, his back was pinned to the wall and two adamantium claws were on either side of head, jammed into the steel wall behind him. Not a threat, but a promise from Wolverine that if he didn't spill every little damn fact in his head about what the hell was going on, every damn brain cell in his head was going to be spilling on the floor in a second.
"Alien hunters, Logan, fucking Alien hunter," Dutch yelled while still managing to keep his cigar in his mouth. Logan retraced his claws and back away. "Eight years ago, down in Central America me and my tam were sent in to recover some diplomats and find out what happened to the original team sent in. We were set up, all the wanted were papers the guerillas' had. On evac, something started picking us off one by one. At first we thought it was some of the guerillas that had survived, coming to kill us and get her," he pointed to Anna who's face was slightly twisted with a painful expression.
"But it wasn't my people," she added,"it was one of the hunters, like the one in the forest now. They hunt humans like you all hunt deer. It's a sport to them. They are drawn to the heat of the battle and use preexisting battle fields to hide it's hunt."
"But dis ain't no battlefield," Logan barked!
"Logan look around, something's going on," Jubilee turned slowly with the glowing ball of light in her hand.
"Smart kid, she can't be yours," Dutch ribbed, but when he saw Logan's face turning feral he returned to the story, "This is a training facility, a joint project between the US and Canada to train mutant soldiers on how to kill the damn things. In LA a few years ago, one targeted a cop, we learned the most from him. They hunt alone and don't kill woman unless they have too," Dutch explained.
"First rule of huntin' don't kill the females, they make the babies," Logan grunted under his breath.
"We also got a sample of DNA on one, it was cloned, you were using it to practice," Anna said bitterly.
"Let me guess it got lose," Bishop said in a disgusted voice.
"Hell no, it was killed, along with the others, problem is we think they somehow contacted the others and..."
"Now they want revenge," Logan whispered, cutting off Dutch.
"This what we know, this hunter isn't like the others. He will kill all of us, woman...the girl, everybody. He is alone, but according to the cop in LA there is a good chance that he was escorted by a hunting party, corner him when he is injured and he will detonates a low grade nuclear device that will take out everything for a quarter mile." They all looked at Anna as she rattled off the nature of the beast hunting them.
Jubilee's light died as her emotions got the better of her, damn it she was an X-Man, she should have been ready for this. But the men hanging from the ceiling were trained soldiers and mutants to boot and they were very dead now, like Remy.
"Why mutant soldiers," Cable asked?
"They won't kill you if you are unarmed, no sport in it, so some of the brass figured a mutant my have the eliminate of surprise on their side by being visually unarmed. But, during the training, the clones seemed to know who was a mutant and who was not. An armed human soldier would be attacked an unarmed mutant soldier would be attacked, but an unarmed human soldier would be ignored. Funny thing is we don't know how or where the clones learned to hunt, but by age three they were huge and fully aware of how to do so, like it is an instinct of their race," Dutch finished and looked at Anna, a gaze telling to add what she wanted to the briefing or get ready to move out. She remained silent.
"Uhmmm, this is a base right, is there any like radios so we can call for help," Jubilee questioned as they moved deeper into the base?
"That's where we are headed, oh and thanks for the assist out there chica," Anna said as she lead the group to the heart of the base.
"Is this smart the thing already got in here once," Bishop asked?
"It's safer than running around outside with it," Anna explained, "Easier for us to spot it's camo against manmade structures than trees and leaves."
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"Thanks for the assist...chica." whispered a reptilian voice from a cat walk above so quiet Logan could not even hear it.
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Once inside the communications room in subbasement 7, Cable and Bishop started to repair the satellite hookup and attempt to call the X-Men.
"Darlin', c'mon here," she was only a few feet away from him, but it was a few feet to far for Logan's tastes. He held her tight to his body, ready to take any fire that this thing might shot at her. Dutch only shock his head and Anna weakly smiled.
"She's good, Logan, I guess you trained her," Dutch questioned?
"Yeah," Logan grunted, "So's your friend, you train her."
"No, she came to me ready," Dutch jokingly added and looked over at his comrade...and wife. Never let it be said that trauma can't bring two people together.
"We got a signal people," Bishop blurted out. Dutch and Logan moved over towards the monitor while Anna and Jubilee in tow.
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BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP...click
"Xavier's," Scott's voice was cool and collected, he knew anyone that would be contacting him on this channel was in deep trouble. He relaxed eased back in his chair and looked up at the massive monitor on the wall of the Ready Room.
"Scott, Cable, we need an emer...." Cable's head turned slightly and in the background Scott could hear a female voice he recognized as Jubilee scream 'it's here, it's here'. In the blink of an eye the screen blinked blood sprayed all ove the monitor and Scott could see his son pushed back in his seat with a hole burned completely throw his chest and smoke bellowing up from the blood wound.
RATING- R
DISCLAIMER- I don't own the X-Men
NOTES- In this chapter find out who the killer is, that is if some of you haven't guessed, and VIOLENCE.
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I have no limits, no bounds, I am the hunter, they are my prey. They are living weapons. I am a living nightmare.
****************
Before Dutch's mind could process the gore and carnage around him, his back was pinned to the wall and two adamantium claws were on either side of head, jammed into the steel wall behind him. Not a threat, but a promise from Wolverine that if he didn't spill every little damn fact in his head about what the hell was going on, every damn brain cell in his head was going to be spilling on the floor in a second.
"Alien hunters, Logan, fucking Alien hunter," Dutch yelled while still managing to keep his cigar in his mouth. Logan retraced his claws and back away. "Eight years ago, down in Central America me and my tam were sent in to recover some diplomats and find out what happened to the original team sent in. We were set up, all the wanted were papers the guerillas' had. On evac, something started picking us off one by one. At first we thought it was some of the guerillas that had survived, coming to kill us and get her," he pointed to Anna who's face was slightly twisted with a painful expression.
"But it wasn't my people," she added,"it was one of the hunters, like the one in the forest now. They hunt humans like you all hunt deer. It's a sport to them. They are drawn to the heat of the battle and use preexisting battle fields to hide it's hunt."
"But dis ain't no battlefield," Logan barked!
"Logan look around, something's going on," Jubilee turned slowly with the glowing ball of light in her hand.
"Smart kid, she can't be yours," Dutch ribbed, but when he saw Logan's face turning feral he returned to the story, "This is a training facility, a joint project between the US and Canada to train mutant soldiers on how to kill the damn things. In LA a few years ago, one targeted a cop, we learned the most from him. They hunt alone and don't kill woman unless they have too," Dutch explained.
"First rule of huntin' don't kill the females, they make the babies," Logan grunted under his breath.
"We also got a sample of DNA on one, it was cloned, you were using it to practice," Anna said bitterly.
"Let me guess it got lose," Bishop said in a disgusted voice.
"Hell no, it was killed, along with the others, problem is we think they somehow contacted the others and..."
"Now they want revenge," Logan whispered, cutting off Dutch.
"This what we know, this hunter isn't like the others. He will kill all of us, woman...the girl, everybody. He is alone, but according to the cop in LA there is a good chance that he was escorted by a hunting party, corner him when he is injured and he will detonates a low grade nuclear device that will take out everything for a quarter mile." They all looked at Anna as she rattled off the nature of the beast hunting them.
Jubilee's light died as her emotions got the better of her, damn it she was an X-Man, she should have been ready for this. But the men hanging from the ceiling were trained soldiers and mutants to boot and they were very dead now, like Remy.
"Why mutant soldiers," Cable asked?
"They won't kill you if you are unarmed, no sport in it, so some of the brass figured a mutant my have the eliminate of surprise on their side by being visually unarmed. But, during the training, the clones seemed to know who was a mutant and who was not. An armed human soldier would be attacked an unarmed mutant soldier would be attacked, but an unarmed human soldier would be ignored. Funny thing is we don't know how or where the clones learned to hunt, but by age three they were huge and fully aware of how to do so, like it is an instinct of their race," Dutch finished and looked at Anna, a gaze telling to add what she wanted to the briefing or get ready to move out. She remained silent.
"Uhmmm, this is a base right, is there any like radios so we can call for help," Jubilee questioned as they moved deeper into the base?
"That's where we are headed, oh and thanks for the assist out there chica," Anna said as she lead the group to the heart of the base.
"Is this smart the thing already got in here once," Bishop asked?
"It's safer than running around outside with it," Anna explained, "Easier for us to spot it's camo against manmade structures than trees and leaves."
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"Thanks for the assist...chica." whispered a reptilian voice from a cat walk above so quiet Logan could not even hear it.
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Once inside the communications room in subbasement 7, Cable and Bishop started to repair the satellite hookup and attempt to call the X-Men.
"Darlin', c'mon here," she was only a few feet away from him, but it was a few feet to far for Logan's tastes. He held her tight to his body, ready to take any fire that this thing might shot at her. Dutch only shock his head and Anna weakly smiled.
"She's good, Logan, I guess you trained her," Dutch questioned?
"Yeah," Logan grunted, "So's your friend, you train her."
"No, she came to me ready," Dutch jokingly added and looked over at his comrade...and wife. Never let it be said that trauma can't bring two people together.
"We got a signal people," Bishop blurted out. Dutch and Logan moved over towards the monitor while Anna and Jubilee in tow.
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BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP...click
"Xavier's," Scott's voice was cool and collected, he knew anyone that would be contacting him on this channel was in deep trouble. He relaxed eased back in his chair and looked up at the massive monitor on the wall of the Ready Room.
"Scott, Cable, we need an emer...." Cable's head turned slightly and in the background Scott could hear a female voice he recognized as Jubilee scream 'it's here, it's here'. In the blink of an eye the screen blinked blood sprayed all ove the monitor and Scott could see his son pushed back in his seat with a hole burned completely throw his chest and smoke bellowing up from the blood wound.