"You can't keep us here," Scott protested after being dragged down to the police station, which was strangely devoid of normal-looking officers and filled to the brim with these guys in black gear with white X's. "We've done nothing wrong."
One of the men smiled behind his eyewear. Scott, being very good at reading expressions without looking at the eyes, knew that this guy's peepers were gleaming like pure evil. "Accessories to murder," he casually said.
"WHAT?" The X-Men burst out.
"Well one of those...gentlemen...in the back is wanted for murder, and you've been seen with both of them today. Seems like enough proof to me." Everyone fell silent as the situation sunk in. "And, Miss Munroe," he continued, pulling out several sheets of paper and looking at Ororo, "Your credit card has been declined." The weather witch was tempted to knock this slime through the wall with a tropical storm force wind, but kept her poker face on.
Meanwhile, in the aforementioned 'back,' both men known as Weapon X were awaiting their fate. This wasn't about murder charges, they both knew, but only the one with adamantium claws had figured out any more than that. These guys weren't the police, they were from some higher authority. The same authority, he was almost sure, that bonded metal to his skeleton and cloned the guy tied up next to him. But there was one piece of the puzzle that was conspicuous by his absence. The other mutant involved in Project Weapon X.
The one with the bone claws suddenly roared and strained against his bonds, but all in vain. They weren't going anywhere. "Ah shut up," Logan mumbled. But the fact of the matter was, he was getting a little agitated too. "Make me," Logan snarled back. When they got out of these restraints, they both swore, they'd find out who got shut up.
"Ah, Mr. Creed, so glad you could join us," Evan heard someone say from across the room. The X-Men had been locked up for a while now, and the next sight they saw didn't make the experience any more pleasant. "You!" They all cried out, catching Sabretooth's attention just before he walked away. To their absolute horror, he was wearing a getup similar to the men that had captured them.
Scott could almost feel his eyes glowing behind his glasses as Sabretooth stepped up right in front of him on the other side of the bars. A sick smile slowly spread across his face. "Catch ya later," he said with a tone that gave everyone a chill down their spine. Kitty had a bad feeling about this whole thing that she didn't share with the rest of the team, but now she was downright scared.
"Well would you look at that," a voice said, appearing out of nowhere.
"Sabretooth," Logan growled.
"Sabretooth?" Logan asked, his brain once again matching up scent, face and name. And he didn't like this guy's scent, face or name. With another roar, he pulled against his restraints but got backhanded right in the chops for his trouble.
The leader of the pack from Logan's previous capture was standing beside Sabretooth. "Decisions, decisions," he sneered, "One with an unbreakable metal skeleton and claws to match, and nothing short of mastery over his feral rage..." Sabretooth drilled his fist into Logan's gut. "....And one that is faster, endowed with a better healing factor, and an uncontrollable mean streak. Will the real Weapon X please stand up?"
Before any questions could be answered by more cryptic mumbo-jumbo, the two men were grabbed and brought to separate rooms. With his hands once again firmly pinned behind his back with enhanced handcuffs, the Logan with adamantium claws was locked in a large room with none other than Sabretooth. "Before you go doin' anything heroic, runt," he said, grabbing Logan by the throat, "Just know that you'll get a real big surprise if you try ta pull those pigstickers on me."
With that, he leveled his archenemy with one punch. Logan scrambled to his feet as fast as he could with his hands cuffed behind his back, but made the mistake of not heeding Sabretooth's threat. Trying to pop his claws like the last time he was in these things, a jolt of electricity that would have killed anything three times his size was sent right into the tips of his metal claws, which carried it through the rest of his metal bones and just about fried his flesh from the inside.
"Told ya," Sabretooth spat out as a wide-eyed Logan sank to his knees. Giving his foe only a second to rest, Sabretooth lunged forward and kicked, connecting the toe of his boot with Logan's adam's apple. Head spinning and pain eating at every inch of his body, Logan heard Sabretooth revealing his plans as he attacked, in typical bad guy fashion.
"Only reason you escaped the last time was 'cuz they thought you were the clone," he continued, landing a crushing blow on his helpless prey in between every few words, "Or else you woulda had those special cuffs from the get-go." Logan suddenly found the strength to lift his knee right where the sun don't shine, doubling Sabretooth over to his height. Almost extending his claws out of instinct, he instead cracked his skull against Sabretooth's, knowing that adamantium would win over bone.
"Don't think I ain't dangerous just 'cuz I ain't got my claws, bub," he snarled, catching Sabretooth right in the ribs with a running knee-lift. But as his knees connected, Sabretooth grabbed him around the lower back in midair and whipped him down to the floor, skull first. "If it was up ta me, runt," he said, dropping to his knees and putting all 300 plus pounds of himself into choking Logan with his shin, "We'd be havin' this out man to man. But the guys in black, they just want your carcass deleted."
Logan's healing factor was powerful, but it couldn't supply him with oxygen when he was having the life choked out of him. He played a little possum, seeming to black out when he was still barely clinging to consciousness, and waited until Sabretooth shifted his weight to get up. At this, he took a huge breath in and rolled backwards, tagging Sabretooth in the back of the head with his feet as he flipped over.
Having his opponent sprawled out on the floor for the first time so far, a crazy idea popped into Logan's head. As the larger mutant climbed to his feet, Logan turned his back and positioned his hands so that Sabretooth's head was held down by the chain of his handcuffs. Kicking backwards, his heel hit Sabretooth's chest with a satisfying thump. Now was the time for that crazy idea. Logan tensed up his arms and popped his claws against his restraints with all his might, planning to take Sabretooth down even if it meant getting himself zapped again.
The pain ripped through his lungs, his neck, his thighs, everywhere, until he couldn't hold himself up anymore. Everything from his legs to his shoulders gave out, and he crumpled to the floor limp as a noodle with his healing factor barely able to keep up with the damage being done. Sabretooth, meanwhile, got back up and started chuckling at the pathetic effort of his one-time teammate. Of course they had built his restraints to only conduct the electricity into his claws, they weren't stupid.
He grabbed the fallen runt by the neck and lifted him up. He was barely breathing, but breathing nonetheless. The boys in black said that there was a limit to what Wolverine's healing factor could do, and Sabretooth was determined to find it. Besides, he didn't get his paycheck for letting a pair of hyped-up handcuffs do his work for him. They wanted him to kill Weapon X, then he was going to kill him with his bare hands like he always wanted to.
"We've gone through great lengths to bring you here, you know," the man in black said to the man with the bone claws, who was pinned to a chair just like his metal-boned counterpart had been before. Except his bone claws weren't strong enough to break through the cuffs.
"Aw, you shouldn't have," he said, his words just barely understandable.
"Now I know what you're thinking," the man in charge continued, "'Why did these low-life government agents launch a very involved scheme just to get me here, when they have someone just like me, plus an indestructable skeleton, in the next room. Well contrary to what it looks like, you are in many ways better for our purposes than the gentlemen that is being terminated as we speak."
"Cut the crap and just tell me what you want with me.
"Well since you asked so nicely...we're going to turn you into the ultimate mutant killing machine, and you can cooperate or not. Guess which option old tin bones picked."
One of the men smiled behind his eyewear. Scott, being very good at reading expressions without looking at the eyes, knew that this guy's peepers were gleaming like pure evil. "Accessories to murder," he casually said.
"WHAT?" The X-Men burst out.
"Well one of those...gentlemen...in the back is wanted for murder, and you've been seen with both of them today. Seems like enough proof to me." Everyone fell silent as the situation sunk in. "And, Miss Munroe," he continued, pulling out several sheets of paper and looking at Ororo, "Your credit card has been declined." The weather witch was tempted to knock this slime through the wall with a tropical storm force wind, but kept her poker face on.
Meanwhile, in the aforementioned 'back,' both men known as Weapon X were awaiting their fate. This wasn't about murder charges, they both knew, but only the one with adamantium claws had figured out any more than that. These guys weren't the police, they were from some higher authority. The same authority, he was almost sure, that bonded metal to his skeleton and cloned the guy tied up next to him. But there was one piece of the puzzle that was conspicuous by his absence. The other mutant involved in Project Weapon X.
The one with the bone claws suddenly roared and strained against his bonds, but all in vain. They weren't going anywhere. "Ah shut up," Logan mumbled. But the fact of the matter was, he was getting a little agitated too. "Make me," Logan snarled back. When they got out of these restraints, they both swore, they'd find out who got shut up.
"Ah, Mr. Creed, so glad you could join us," Evan heard someone say from across the room. The X-Men had been locked up for a while now, and the next sight they saw didn't make the experience any more pleasant. "You!" They all cried out, catching Sabretooth's attention just before he walked away. To their absolute horror, he was wearing a getup similar to the men that had captured them.
Scott could almost feel his eyes glowing behind his glasses as Sabretooth stepped up right in front of him on the other side of the bars. A sick smile slowly spread across his face. "Catch ya later," he said with a tone that gave everyone a chill down their spine. Kitty had a bad feeling about this whole thing that she didn't share with the rest of the team, but now she was downright scared.
"Well would you look at that," a voice said, appearing out of nowhere.
"Sabretooth," Logan growled.
"Sabretooth?" Logan asked, his brain once again matching up scent, face and name. And he didn't like this guy's scent, face or name. With another roar, he pulled against his restraints but got backhanded right in the chops for his trouble.
The leader of the pack from Logan's previous capture was standing beside Sabretooth. "Decisions, decisions," he sneered, "One with an unbreakable metal skeleton and claws to match, and nothing short of mastery over his feral rage..." Sabretooth drilled his fist into Logan's gut. "....And one that is faster, endowed with a better healing factor, and an uncontrollable mean streak. Will the real Weapon X please stand up?"
Before any questions could be answered by more cryptic mumbo-jumbo, the two men were grabbed and brought to separate rooms. With his hands once again firmly pinned behind his back with enhanced handcuffs, the Logan with adamantium claws was locked in a large room with none other than Sabretooth. "Before you go doin' anything heroic, runt," he said, grabbing Logan by the throat, "Just know that you'll get a real big surprise if you try ta pull those pigstickers on me."
With that, he leveled his archenemy with one punch. Logan scrambled to his feet as fast as he could with his hands cuffed behind his back, but made the mistake of not heeding Sabretooth's threat. Trying to pop his claws like the last time he was in these things, a jolt of electricity that would have killed anything three times his size was sent right into the tips of his metal claws, which carried it through the rest of his metal bones and just about fried his flesh from the inside.
"Told ya," Sabretooth spat out as a wide-eyed Logan sank to his knees. Giving his foe only a second to rest, Sabretooth lunged forward and kicked, connecting the toe of his boot with Logan's adam's apple. Head spinning and pain eating at every inch of his body, Logan heard Sabretooth revealing his plans as he attacked, in typical bad guy fashion.
"Only reason you escaped the last time was 'cuz they thought you were the clone," he continued, landing a crushing blow on his helpless prey in between every few words, "Or else you woulda had those special cuffs from the get-go." Logan suddenly found the strength to lift his knee right where the sun don't shine, doubling Sabretooth over to his height. Almost extending his claws out of instinct, he instead cracked his skull against Sabretooth's, knowing that adamantium would win over bone.
"Don't think I ain't dangerous just 'cuz I ain't got my claws, bub," he snarled, catching Sabretooth right in the ribs with a running knee-lift. But as his knees connected, Sabretooth grabbed him around the lower back in midair and whipped him down to the floor, skull first. "If it was up ta me, runt," he said, dropping to his knees and putting all 300 plus pounds of himself into choking Logan with his shin, "We'd be havin' this out man to man. But the guys in black, they just want your carcass deleted."
Logan's healing factor was powerful, but it couldn't supply him with oxygen when he was having the life choked out of him. He played a little possum, seeming to black out when he was still barely clinging to consciousness, and waited until Sabretooth shifted his weight to get up. At this, he took a huge breath in and rolled backwards, tagging Sabretooth in the back of the head with his feet as he flipped over.
Having his opponent sprawled out on the floor for the first time so far, a crazy idea popped into Logan's head. As the larger mutant climbed to his feet, Logan turned his back and positioned his hands so that Sabretooth's head was held down by the chain of his handcuffs. Kicking backwards, his heel hit Sabretooth's chest with a satisfying thump. Now was the time for that crazy idea. Logan tensed up his arms and popped his claws against his restraints with all his might, planning to take Sabretooth down even if it meant getting himself zapped again.
The pain ripped through his lungs, his neck, his thighs, everywhere, until he couldn't hold himself up anymore. Everything from his legs to his shoulders gave out, and he crumpled to the floor limp as a noodle with his healing factor barely able to keep up with the damage being done. Sabretooth, meanwhile, got back up and started chuckling at the pathetic effort of his one-time teammate. Of course they had built his restraints to only conduct the electricity into his claws, they weren't stupid.
He grabbed the fallen runt by the neck and lifted him up. He was barely breathing, but breathing nonetheless. The boys in black said that there was a limit to what Wolverine's healing factor could do, and Sabretooth was determined to find it. Besides, he didn't get his paycheck for letting a pair of hyped-up handcuffs do his work for him. They wanted him to kill Weapon X, then he was going to kill him with his bare hands like he always wanted to.
"We've gone through great lengths to bring you here, you know," the man in black said to the man with the bone claws, who was pinned to a chair just like his metal-boned counterpart had been before. Except his bone claws weren't strong enough to break through the cuffs.
"Aw, you shouldn't have," he said, his words just barely understandable.
"Now I know what you're thinking," the man in charge continued, "'Why did these low-life government agents launch a very involved scheme just to get me here, when they have someone just like me, plus an indestructable skeleton, in the next room. Well contrary to what it looks like, you are in many ways better for our purposes than the gentlemen that is being terminated as we speak."
"Cut the crap and just tell me what you want with me.
"Well since you asked so nicely...we're going to turn you into the ultimate mutant killing machine, and you can cooperate or not. Guess which option old tin bones picked."