At that very moment, the X-Men looked up to see Sabretooth emerge from the room he had gone into with one of the Logans a while ago. His black gloves were torn apart, probably from the inside by his own razor-sharp nails, and his hands were drenched in blood. The sight made Ororo's blood run cold, but it was a few more seconds before the meaning registered in her mind. Looking inside the door for a brief moment, she saw Logan - one of the Logans - laying in a pool of his own blood.
Presently, Kitty's eyes met with the same horrible sight, and she didn't take it quite as well as the other X-woman. "MR. LOGAN!" She shrieked, about to rush up to the bars on her cell, but was held back by Scott as one of those zapper things was swung just outside the bars by one of the guards. Kitty started shaking a little in his arms, but to his surprise she didn't shed a tear.
It was a sad scene, Scott, Kitty and Ororo silently fearing the worst. Wait a minute...Scott, Kitty, Ororo...where were Evan and Kurt? "Oh no," Scott whispered to himself. As if on cue, Nightcrawler and Spyke came barreling in from stage left. Kurt, the fastest guy they had, was largely a distraction while Evan attacked with everything he could muster. His jersey already looked like swiss cheese.
Cyclops silently thanked God for Danger Room training, as Spyke was able to expertly shoot his namesakes to disarm every guard in record time. "Storm?" He asked, nodding towards the battle. "Be my guest," she said, her eyes glowing with anticipation. Scott tipped his shades and blew open the jail cell, and the rest of the X-Men joined in.
Seeing that the odds weren't looking so good now that the X-Freaks were using their powers to defend themselves, Sabretooth used his cat-like reflexes to pick off Nightcrawler by the neck just before he BAMFed. A wicken grin melted into a contorted look of pain, however, as Spyke launched about ten projectiles right into Sabretooth's torso.
Suddenly, the battle took a drastic turn as another door burst open and Wolverine, in full battle gear, exploded onto the scene. When Spyke hit the floor, however, Kitty saw that despite what she wanted to believe, this wasn't the Wolverine she knew...
When he had seen what was left of Logan, that was when he made his decision. These guys played for keeps. He had no idea that they couldn't possibly do the same to him because of his healing factor, superior to Wolverine and Sabretooth. But anyway, he was being offered two very important things. A chance to make his own name and not be discarded as 'the clone of Weapon X.'
And, deep down in his mind, which was considerably more bloodthirsty than the original Logan, he liked the idea of being the ultimate mutant killer. He hadn't killed the little girl in the forest because she posed no threat to him. Not so much a threat, as...a challenge. But mutant against mutant? He could live with that.
Logan's eyes almost opened, but jammed shut tight as a cry of pain gurgled in his throat. The Blob had used him as a mattress, Juggernaut had Head Crushed him through a twelve inch steel door, but this was by far the worst he'd ever gotten beat up. In his dazed state created by unbelievable pain, loss of blood and too many shots to the head, he vaguely remembered Sabretooth destroying him. And those handcuffs. It took a great effort not to let the pain get to him as he struggled up to his feet. He felt the deep gashes in his chest, arms...wait, he could feel them.
Down at his feet were the electrical handcuffs, snapped open. He almost lost his footing as he tried to figure out what had happened since he passed out from the pain. He couldn't have escaped the cuffs, that was one. Two, Sabretooth intended to kill him, and judging by the extent of his wounds, he'd found that limit of his healing factor. '....If it was up ta me, runt, we'd be havin' this out man to man...' No way.
Cyclops and Storm budgeted their combined firepower between keeping Sabretooth at bay and taking out every new wave of guards that got back up. They must have been wearing some kind of armor under all that black, Scott figured, as they were getting up from some hard hits. Nightcrawler was barely staying one step ahead of bone claws Wolverine, after finding out the hard way that this version was faster and more agile than the original.
Soon, the numbers game overwhelmed the X-Men, and Spyke found himself blocking Wolverine's claws with his bony body armor only to get zapped in the kidneys. Kitty phased through a pair of armed men, shorting out their zappers. But she didn't phase through someone hitting her like a freight train from behind. Slammed against the wall, Kitty was easy prey for Wolverine.
She'd been here before, having him just inches away from killing her. And through the memories he'd retained from the original Weapon X, he had been there too. And just like last time, he sheathed his claws. Breathing a sigh of relief, Kitty never saw his open hand coming until it smashed her in the face. He had inherited some memories from Logan, but certainly not his honor.
From out of nowhere, Nightcrawler came charging. Wolverine turned and swung high at the agile elf, only to find that Kurt had slid across the floor. Placing a three-fingered hand on Wolverine's leg, Nightcrawler BAMFed them through the wall that he was already sliding towards. Cyclops had taken some damage at the hands of Sabretooth, and Storm had just about wiped every human in the room out by casting a web of lightning bolts.
As the two remaining mutants faced each other, yet another door flew open. Out stepped Nightcrawler, twirling around his finger a zapper he had grabbed off one of the guards. Right beside him, and barely standing at that, was Logan. His healing factor having been pushed too far, Logan was bleeding profusely from numerous lacerations, but he still looked ready for anything with his adamantium claws out.
He and Sabretooth stared at each other for a while before tearing into each other. Despite the fact that he had mercy on his enemy before, Sabretooth pulled no punches as he whooped Logan, who was in an almost paralyzing amount of pain. But all that mattered was that his claws were out. Now it was a fair fight, and now Sabretooth could kill him.
But, as two shots rang out, the scales were again tipped as Logan hit the floor and the leader of the pack stepped out from behind yet another door, holding the smoking gun. In a blink, however, the injured Cyclops blasted the man down the hall. Sabretooth, meanwhile, had picked Logan up by the collar and nailed him again. As the runt fell, the elf snuck in low and zapped Sabretooth senseless like he had done to bone claws Wolverine. With that, the X-Men picked up their injured and booked out of the police station with their collective tail between their legs.
They were a sorry sight, but they had come away from the ordeal alive. Cyclops had taken his share of hits but was OK to give Logan a shoulder to lean on. Spyke, still goofy from his zapping, was being dragged by Storm and Nightcrawler. Shadowcat was bleeding a bit from her lip, but was more emotionally shaken than anything. One of the reasons for her distress was that by the time they got to the Blackbird, Logan might be dead.
As the walking wounded rounded a corner, they jumped at a gunshot ricocheting off a No Parking sign just a few feet behind them. Scott, the ever-responsible X-man, had a deep-rooted anxiety, if not a fear, of letting the destructive power behind his sunglasses loose. But he was having a really bad day, and now was as good a time as any to come out of his shell. "Thats it," he said, stopping in his tracks and letting Logan lean on a parked car, "Now the shades are off."
Turning back around the corner, Scott vaguely saw some figures moving down the block before he whipped off his ruby quartz sunglasses and decimated half the block in about four seconds. He put his glasses back on and dashed back to his teammates, who, in a reversal of roles, were currently forming a strategy while their leader was breaking stuff.
"You can hot-vire a car?" Kurt asked Ororo. She grinned and casually nodded. "Who vould have thought," the German marveled at the weather witch's hidden talents. He prepared to BAMF them in without setting the alarm off, when Logan jammed his claw down right next to the window and opened the door with a flick of his bloody wrist. "Can we hurry it up," he growled, in obvious agony.
As they piled into the Mazda 626, Scott was in the passenger seat, Logan was propped up in between Kurt and Kitty with Evan laying across their laps, and Storm furiously working under the dash. "Live and learn," Scott marvelled as Ororo floored it.
"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO KILL HIM!"
"Tougher than I thought."
"Don't you pull that crap with me."
"You callin' me a liar, boss?" Getting no response, Sabretooth turned, glancing at Weapon X, and started to walk out. Hearing the faint crackle of a zapper, he spun around to grab the hand of the man in black just as he was about to let him have it. Squeezing until he heard the third crack in his commanding officer's hand, he turned to that the trembling man in black was in between himself and Weapon X.
"Listen up, suit, you can tell yer little test tube weapon what ta do, but you don't boss me around. You wouldn'ta got half this far without my help, so you can keep yer money and lemme finish off Wolverine by myself." With that, he let go of the broken hand, pushed the front door off its hinges, and left.
Presently, Kitty's eyes met with the same horrible sight, and she didn't take it quite as well as the other X-woman. "MR. LOGAN!" She shrieked, about to rush up to the bars on her cell, but was held back by Scott as one of those zapper things was swung just outside the bars by one of the guards. Kitty started shaking a little in his arms, but to his surprise she didn't shed a tear.
It was a sad scene, Scott, Kitty and Ororo silently fearing the worst. Wait a minute...Scott, Kitty, Ororo...where were Evan and Kurt? "Oh no," Scott whispered to himself. As if on cue, Nightcrawler and Spyke came barreling in from stage left. Kurt, the fastest guy they had, was largely a distraction while Evan attacked with everything he could muster. His jersey already looked like swiss cheese.
Cyclops silently thanked God for Danger Room training, as Spyke was able to expertly shoot his namesakes to disarm every guard in record time. "Storm?" He asked, nodding towards the battle. "Be my guest," she said, her eyes glowing with anticipation. Scott tipped his shades and blew open the jail cell, and the rest of the X-Men joined in.
Seeing that the odds weren't looking so good now that the X-Freaks were using their powers to defend themselves, Sabretooth used his cat-like reflexes to pick off Nightcrawler by the neck just before he BAMFed. A wicken grin melted into a contorted look of pain, however, as Spyke launched about ten projectiles right into Sabretooth's torso.
Suddenly, the battle took a drastic turn as another door burst open and Wolverine, in full battle gear, exploded onto the scene. When Spyke hit the floor, however, Kitty saw that despite what she wanted to believe, this wasn't the Wolverine she knew...
When he had seen what was left of Logan, that was when he made his decision. These guys played for keeps. He had no idea that they couldn't possibly do the same to him because of his healing factor, superior to Wolverine and Sabretooth. But anyway, he was being offered two very important things. A chance to make his own name and not be discarded as 'the clone of Weapon X.'
And, deep down in his mind, which was considerably more bloodthirsty than the original Logan, he liked the idea of being the ultimate mutant killer. He hadn't killed the little girl in the forest because she posed no threat to him. Not so much a threat, as...a challenge. But mutant against mutant? He could live with that.
Logan's eyes almost opened, but jammed shut tight as a cry of pain gurgled in his throat. The Blob had used him as a mattress, Juggernaut had Head Crushed him through a twelve inch steel door, but this was by far the worst he'd ever gotten beat up. In his dazed state created by unbelievable pain, loss of blood and too many shots to the head, he vaguely remembered Sabretooth destroying him. And those handcuffs. It took a great effort not to let the pain get to him as he struggled up to his feet. He felt the deep gashes in his chest, arms...wait, he could feel them.
Down at his feet were the electrical handcuffs, snapped open. He almost lost his footing as he tried to figure out what had happened since he passed out from the pain. He couldn't have escaped the cuffs, that was one. Two, Sabretooth intended to kill him, and judging by the extent of his wounds, he'd found that limit of his healing factor. '....If it was up ta me, runt, we'd be havin' this out man to man...' No way.
Cyclops and Storm budgeted their combined firepower between keeping Sabretooth at bay and taking out every new wave of guards that got back up. They must have been wearing some kind of armor under all that black, Scott figured, as they were getting up from some hard hits. Nightcrawler was barely staying one step ahead of bone claws Wolverine, after finding out the hard way that this version was faster and more agile than the original.
Soon, the numbers game overwhelmed the X-Men, and Spyke found himself blocking Wolverine's claws with his bony body armor only to get zapped in the kidneys. Kitty phased through a pair of armed men, shorting out their zappers. But she didn't phase through someone hitting her like a freight train from behind. Slammed against the wall, Kitty was easy prey for Wolverine.
She'd been here before, having him just inches away from killing her. And through the memories he'd retained from the original Weapon X, he had been there too. And just like last time, he sheathed his claws. Breathing a sigh of relief, Kitty never saw his open hand coming until it smashed her in the face. He had inherited some memories from Logan, but certainly not his honor.
From out of nowhere, Nightcrawler came charging. Wolverine turned and swung high at the agile elf, only to find that Kurt had slid across the floor. Placing a three-fingered hand on Wolverine's leg, Nightcrawler BAMFed them through the wall that he was already sliding towards. Cyclops had taken some damage at the hands of Sabretooth, and Storm had just about wiped every human in the room out by casting a web of lightning bolts.
As the two remaining mutants faced each other, yet another door flew open. Out stepped Nightcrawler, twirling around his finger a zapper he had grabbed off one of the guards. Right beside him, and barely standing at that, was Logan. His healing factor having been pushed too far, Logan was bleeding profusely from numerous lacerations, but he still looked ready for anything with his adamantium claws out.
He and Sabretooth stared at each other for a while before tearing into each other. Despite the fact that he had mercy on his enemy before, Sabretooth pulled no punches as he whooped Logan, who was in an almost paralyzing amount of pain. But all that mattered was that his claws were out. Now it was a fair fight, and now Sabretooth could kill him.
But, as two shots rang out, the scales were again tipped as Logan hit the floor and the leader of the pack stepped out from behind yet another door, holding the smoking gun. In a blink, however, the injured Cyclops blasted the man down the hall. Sabretooth, meanwhile, had picked Logan up by the collar and nailed him again. As the runt fell, the elf snuck in low and zapped Sabretooth senseless like he had done to bone claws Wolverine. With that, the X-Men picked up their injured and booked out of the police station with their collective tail between their legs.
They were a sorry sight, but they had come away from the ordeal alive. Cyclops had taken his share of hits but was OK to give Logan a shoulder to lean on. Spyke, still goofy from his zapping, was being dragged by Storm and Nightcrawler. Shadowcat was bleeding a bit from her lip, but was more emotionally shaken than anything. One of the reasons for her distress was that by the time they got to the Blackbird, Logan might be dead.
As the walking wounded rounded a corner, they jumped at a gunshot ricocheting off a No Parking sign just a few feet behind them. Scott, the ever-responsible X-man, had a deep-rooted anxiety, if not a fear, of letting the destructive power behind his sunglasses loose. But he was having a really bad day, and now was as good a time as any to come out of his shell. "Thats it," he said, stopping in his tracks and letting Logan lean on a parked car, "Now the shades are off."
Turning back around the corner, Scott vaguely saw some figures moving down the block before he whipped off his ruby quartz sunglasses and decimated half the block in about four seconds. He put his glasses back on and dashed back to his teammates, who, in a reversal of roles, were currently forming a strategy while their leader was breaking stuff.
"You can hot-vire a car?" Kurt asked Ororo. She grinned and casually nodded. "Who vould have thought," the German marveled at the weather witch's hidden talents. He prepared to BAMF them in without setting the alarm off, when Logan jammed his claw down right next to the window and opened the door with a flick of his bloody wrist. "Can we hurry it up," he growled, in obvious agony.
As they piled into the Mazda 626, Scott was in the passenger seat, Logan was propped up in between Kurt and Kitty with Evan laying across their laps, and Storm furiously working under the dash. "Live and learn," Scott marvelled as Ororo floored it.
"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO KILL HIM!"
"Tougher than I thought."
"Don't you pull that crap with me."
"You callin' me a liar, boss?" Getting no response, Sabretooth turned, glancing at Weapon X, and started to walk out. Hearing the faint crackle of a zapper, he spun around to grab the hand of the man in black just as he was about to let him have it. Squeezing until he heard the third crack in his commanding officer's hand, he turned to that the trembling man in black was in between himself and Weapon X.
"Listen up, suit, you can tell yer little test tube weapon what ta do, but you don't boss me around. You wouldn'ta got half this far without my help, so you can keep yer money and lemme finish off Wolverine by myself." With that, he let go of the broken hand, pushed the front door off its hinges, and left.