Disclaimer: My fault, never mind about that indenting thing.
At that very moment, Logan looked up from his seat of honor in a musty jail cell. He was having a very hard time keeping his patience, but it finally looked like he was going to get his chance to straighten all this out as several guards unlocked his cell. Some of them were in different uniforms, though...
He barely had time to react as they grabbed him, jammed his head against the wall, and clamped a new set of restraints over his hands, which were already cuffed behind his back. While he regained his bearings and tried to work out what kind of cuffs these were, he found himself plopped down in a chair with his hands behind the back. With a mechanical whirring noise, the new restraints tightened automatically, preventing him from moving an inch in the chair.
He noticed that the regularly dressed cops were no longer around. Whoever was left looked like something out of...what was that movie called. Black suits and black shades, and a mean scowl on every one of them. Logan realized just how much trouble he might be in when he noticed the white X inscribed in a circle on each of their shoulders.
"Well well, the new Weapon X, pleased to make your acquaintance," the leader of the pack gloated at the man strapped to a chair before him. "The feelin's not mutual, bub," Wolverine snarled back. "We'll just have to work on that," the man grinned, as two larger guys stepped in from the sides with some wicked-looking handheld devices that crackled with electricity.
At this, adamantium claws pierced the restraints with a nails-on-a-chalkboard ka-sniiikt. Everyone in the room took a collective gasp, and Logan took the extra moment to kick his chair backwards and disarm the two right in front of him by neatly kicking the oversized bug zappers out of their hands. Before the chair hit the floor, he shredded through the chain that held him to the back of the chair, and cut the back of the chair off, so he was able to roll backwards right off the fall and be that much closer to escape.
The room came to life in the form of a crowd of guards, all armed with zappers, rushing Wolverine, whose hands were still encased in his hi-tech restraints leaving him with two metal hemispheres starting at the wrist with claws sticking out. Dashing and jumping over one of his attackers, he got tagged with one of the zappers and was instantly dropped to his knees. But it had no lasting effect, and while he was down he clipped out two more guard at the knees, leaving him an open shot at the door.
Slicing through the hinges rather than try to work the lock without the use of his fingers to grab anything, Logan barreled through the jailhouse too fast for the regular cops to lift a finger. But the zapper squad, the ones that knew him as Weapon X, were in hot pursuit. His first instinct was to hit the woods, where he was sure to lose them. But he had to warn the others. But if he went to the hotel, he'd just lead the bad guys right to the X-Men.
The leader of the group stayed frozen in place, fuming at those who stayed with him. "You...IDIOTS...you brought me the wrong one!!!"
"You're crazy, dude," Evan said, kicking back on the bed and trying to work out the cable channels in the hotel room.
"I'm telling you, man, he's been acting veird ever since zat riot zis morning. And he's been gone for a vhile now."
"You guys watch too much TV," Scott said, "He just went out for a walk."
"Yeah, guys, like, what do you think happened? Some aliens switched brains with him or something, and he's not who we think he is?" Kitty joked.
Ororo was just about to put her two cents in, having known Logan the longest out of all of them, when a bang at the door scared everyone half to death. Kitty, closest to the door, flung it open to see..."Mr. Logan? What happened?"
"Long story, half-pint," Logan panted. He held up his hands and she wasn't sure what to make of the metal gloves he was wearing. "Help," he said, not liking to use that word. But he needed to get his hands free. Without another second of hesitation, she put her hands on his forearms and phased his hands out, leaving the heavy metal bonds to fall to the floor.
By now, the others had crowded around the threshold, and soon they were standing in the hallway with Logan. The elevator down the hall opened, and everyone turned to see Logan walking towards them. The sounds about to come out of everyone's mouths sank like a stone as they froze in place. The mirror images of Logan looked each other over and locked eyes.
"Put 'em up, bub," Logan said, popping his adamantium claws.
The other Logan's eyes widened, but his face set in a snarl as he raised his fists slightly and let his bone claws extend. An epiphany of sorts struck both men at that moment. The man with the bone claws' heart just about skipped a beat when he saw six claws just like his own, except metal. Metal stronger than bone. He was weak compared to this guy...he wasn't the latest version of the product. He wasn't the best. It didn't make much difference, he knew deep down, but it was crushing to him at the moment.
The man with the adamantium claws looked and felt like he was staring at a ghost. This guy, an exact copy of himself, had claws just like him except they were bone. His own bone. All this time, he thought that his metal claws were the product of some torturous experiment...but they were his own. Which didn't really change anything, he realized, but being caught up in the moment, it was a shocking revelation.
By the time the surprise faded for the rest of the X-Men, it had already turned to anger for the two identical men. In the blink of an eye, they tore into each other. Not caring if they tore out some flesh on the way to locking claws, they soon found themselves knuckle to knuckle. Backing up in a hurry, Scott let out a small gasp when he saw the one with the bone claws heal faster than the one with the metal claws, who he recognized as the real Logan.
With a sudden jerk, metal snapped bone, and two claws fell off one man's left hand. But moving his arms for the sake of offense left Logan's midsection wide open, and the seemingly faster bone-clawed man came across with his four remaining weapons. As they stepped back to regroup, another shrakt caught everyone's attention. In that brief moment, one of the Logans regenerated his lost bone claws!
With everyone either focused on the battle happening inches in front of them or trying to piece together what the heck was happening, they took no notice of the elevator opening again until a flare skittered across the floor and stopped at their feet, blinding everyone. Nightcrawler and both Logans, having keen night vision, were rocked hardest by the wave of light, and Cyclops the least affected behind his glasses. Only he was able to vaguely make out a group of men appear and start handcuffing everyone, and several more zap both Logans in the back of the neck with what looked like taser guns on steroids.
At that very moment, Logan looked up from his seat of honor in a musty jail cell. He was having a very hard time keeping his patience, but it finally looked like he was going to get his chance to straighten all this out as several guards unlocked his cell. Some of them were in different uniforms, though...
He barely had time to react as they grabbed him, jammed his head against the wall, and clamped a new set of restraints over his hands, which were already cuffed behind his back. While he regained his bearings and tried to work out what kind of cuffs these were, he found himself plopped down in a chair with his hands behind the back. With a mechanical whirring noise, the new restraints tightened automatically, preventing him from moving an inch in the chair.
He noticed that the regularly dressed cops were no longer around. Whoever was left looked like something out of...what was that movie called. Black suits and black shades, and a mean scowl on every one of them. Logan realized just how much trouble he might be in when he noticed the white X inscribed in a circle on each of their shoulders.
"Well well, the new Weapon X, pleased to make your acquaintance," the leader of the pack gloated at the man strapped to a chair before him. "The feelin's not mutual, bub," Wolverine snarled back. "We'll just have to work on that," the man grinned, as two larger guys stepped in from the sides with some wicked-looking handheld devices that crackled with electricity.
At this, adamantium claws pierced the restraints with a nails-on-a-chalkboard ka-sniiikt. Everyone in the room took a collective gasp, and Logan took the extra moment to kick his chair backwards and disarm the two right in front of him by neatly kicking the oversized bug zappers out of their hands. Before the chair hit the floor, he shredded through the chain that held him to the back of the chair, and cut the back of the chair off, so he was able to roll backwards right off the fall and be that much closer to escape.
The room came to life in the form of a crowd of guards, all armed with zappers, rushing Wolverine, whose hands were still encased in his hi-tech restraints leaving him with two metal hemispheres starting at the wrist with claws sticking out. Dashing and jumping over one of his attackers, he got tagged with one of the zappers and was instantly dropped to his knees. But it had no lasting effect, and while he was down he clipped out two more guard at the knees, leaving him an open shot at the door.
Slicing through the hinges rather than try to work the lock without the use of his fingers to grab anything, Logan barreled through the jailhouse too fast for the regular cops to lift a finger. But the zapper squad, the ones that knew him as Weapon X, were in hot pursuit. His first instinct was to hit the woods, where he was sure to lose them. But he had to warn the others. But if he went to the hotel, he'd just lead the bad guys right to the X-Men.
The leader of the group stayed frozen in place, fuming at those who stayed with him. "You...IDIOTS...you brought me the wrong one!!!"
"You're crazy, dude," Evan said, kicking back on the bed and trying to work out the cable channels in the hotel room.
"I'm telling you, man, he's been acting veird ever since zat riot zis morning. And he's been gone for a vhile now."
"You guys watch too much TV," Scott said, "He just went out for a walk."
"Yeah, guys, like, what do you think happened? Some aliens switched brains with him or something, and he's not who we think he is?" Kitty joked.
Ororo was just about to put her two cents in, having known Logan the longest out of all of them, when a bang at the door scared everyone half to death. Kitty, closest to the door, flung it open to see..."Mr. Logan? What happened?"
"Long story, half-pint," Logan panted. He held up his hands and she wasn't sure what to make of the metal gloves he was wearing. "Help," he said, not liking to use that word. But he needed to get his hands free. Without another second of hesitation, she put her hands on his forearms and phased his hands out, leaving the heavy metal bonds to fall to the floor.
By now, the others had crowded around the threshold, and soon they were standing in the hallway with Logan. The elevator down the hall opened, and everyone turned to see Logan walking towards them. The sounds about to come out of everyone's mouths sank like a stone as they froze in place. The mirror images of Logan looked each other over and locked eyes.
"Put 'em up, bub," Logan said, popping his adamantium claws.
The other Logan's eyes widened, but his face set in a snarl as he raised his fists slightly and let his bone claws extend. An epiphany of sorts struck both men at that moment. The man with the bone claws' heart just about skipped a beat when he saw six claws just like his own, except metal. Metal stronger than bone. He was weak compared to this guy...he wasn't the latest version of the product. He wasn't the best. It didn't make much difference, he knew deep down, but it was crushing to him at the moment.
The man with the adamantium claws looked and felt like he was staring at a ghost. This guy, an exact copy of himself, had claws just like him except they were bone. His own bone. All this time, he thought that his metal claws were the product of some torturous experiment...but they were his own. Which didn't really change anything, he realized, but being caught up in the moment, it was a shocking revelation.
By the time the surprise faded for the rest of the X-Men, it had already turned to anger for the two identical men. In the blink of an eye, they tore into each other. Not caring if they tore out some flesh on the way to locking claws, they soon found themselves knuckle to knuckle. Backing up in a hurry, Scott let out a small gasp when he saw the one with the bone claws heal faster than the one with the metal claws, who he recognized as the real Logan.
With a sudden jerk, metal snapped bone, and two claws fell off one man's left hand. But moving his arms for the sake of offense left Logan's midsection wide open, and the seemingly faster bone-clawed man came across with his four remaining weapons. As they stepped back to regroup, another shrakt caught everyone's attention. In that brief moment, one of the Logans regenerated his lost bone claws!
With everyone either focused on the battle happening inches in front of them or trying to piece together what the heck was happening, they took no notice of the elevator opening again until a flare skittered across the floor and stopped at their feet, blinding everyone. Nightcrawler and both Logans, having keen night vision, were rocked hardest by the wave of light, and Cyclops the least affected behind his glasses. Only he was able to vaguely make out a group of men appear and start handcuffing everyone, and several more zap both Logans in the back of the neck with what looked like taser guns on steroids.