Disclamer: I don't own the x-men, so don't sue. Not that it would do any good. I don't own the song 'The End' either, that belongs to 'Greenwheel'.
Author's Note: Although it's mostly an Ultimate-verse fic, there may be some AU.
Summary: Logan is being held prisoner by an abusive unknown enemy. But where are the rest of the X-Men? Is he the one needing saving, or are they? Slight songfic.
The End That is Never The End
"Is anyone else awake,
Deaf ears on these words must fall
Dodging friendly fire
Marksmanship inspires
The end that is never the end
There's no difference between foe or friend
Blanks in the chamber, they have you believe
Faces so sober, trusting souls decieved
Mouthless children, still promises they feed
Bullets softer now, still we bleed
Dodging friendly fire
Marksmanship inspires
The end that is never the end
There's no difference between foe or friend
Blanks in the chamber, they have you believe
Faces so sober, trusting souls decieved
The megaphone speaks, still pulses race and scream
Things will be quiet soon
The end that is never the end
There's no difference between foe or friend
Blanks in the chamber, they have you believe
Faces so sober, trusting souls decieved"
~*Logan's P.O.V.*~
I wake up, not knowin' where the hell I am. I sniff around, but I can't smell a flamin' thing. What the hell?! I blink a few times to try an' figure out my surroundings. It's pretty damn dark and I can't see very far infront o' me. Damn this really pisses me off.
I groan and try gettin' to my feet. Everythin's blurry and I can't focus. My head's throbbing and I feel like I can barely stand. I find out I'm near a wall so I lean up against it with my left hand. I reach to rub the back of my neck, 'coz it's sore as hell, and I feel some kinda metal thing. Now I know why my neck's sore. The friggin' thing is half implanted in my neck. There's some wire stickin' out an' blades pokin' inta me that're pretty sharp. I try pullin' the thing off me, but I cut my hand. It really hurt too. I bring my hand close to my face so I c'n look at it. I can't really see, so I feel the palm o' my hand usin' my left one. It's nearly all covered in blood and there's a deep gash in my palm. I keep my finger's on it, expectin' it ta heal, but nothin' happens.
"What the fuck?!" I say out loud. Stings like a bitch too. I rub the sweat from my forehead with my arm, 'coz now my hands are covered in blood. First I thought I'd passed out dead drunk somewhere, but not anymore. I can't even friggin' remember drinkin' last night. I stumble on off to my right, tryin' ta find out what's over there. I see some kinda light so I move over to it cautiously. I keep walking 'till I smack inta somethin'. I get a shock that runs through my whole body and I fall backwards to the damp floor.
I get back up, growling and I hear a voice out infront o' me. I ain't goin' over there this time. Whoever it is, if they're dumb enough to come close ta me, they oughtta get shocked.
"I wouldn't try that again." Says the voice.
I try to think if the voice sound's familiar, but my mind's runnin' loops. I growl and glare into the darkness at the voice. "Who the hell are you bub?!"
He laughs. "That is none of your concern."
I growl and start ta loose it. This guy is really pissin' me off. I unsheath my claws and try not to yell out at the agonizing pain that shoots through my arms from releasing them. I hear a clicking noise and then I feel a shock of pain through the back of my neck, paralyzing me as I fall to the ground.
"I wouldn't try that again Logan." I c'n just about hear the guy smirking.
I groan, still not able ta move, lying on the floor. "What the hell..didja do..ta me?!" I snarl.
"That metal implant in the back of your neck is to keep you cooperating with us. With the remote in my hand, I can give you a bit of a shock if you don't comply. I can also use a higher voltage, so don't tempt me." He pauses, like he's just standing there enjoying my confusion and anger at the whole thing. "That device, will also determine wheter you can use your mutant abilities or not. Right now it's on, so you obviously can't use them. That would explain why you're not healing, if you were wondering Logan."
There he goes sayin' my name again. Who the fuck is this guy?! And where the hell am I?! My eyes are still closed, it hurts too much ta keep 'em open. "How...do you..know my name?" I mumble, trying to hide the pain in my voice.
"It was in your wallet."
I growl. This guy's really irritating. "How..do you...know so much..about me?!"
He laughs at the question. "That is my little secret. Now as for the time being, you will do as told, or suffer the consequences."
I grunt, laughing a little. "I don't care..what the hell..you do....to me."
He snorts, bending down and whispers to me, "I had a feeling you'd feel that way. I will hurt you too, but what about your friends?"
A low, dangerous growl escapes my lips. "Yer bluffing."
"Am I now? Would you like to find out? I think that cute little freckle faced girl will be nice to start with."
Kitty. If he hurts her I'll-
"So does this mean you'll comply with my orders?" He interrupts my thoughts.
I sigh, and I suppose he takes that as a yes, because he presses another button on the remote he's got, and I c'n feel my body startin' ta heal.
I get back to my feet and all of a sudden a bright light comes on, blinding me. I shield my eyes and hear a beep go off. I'm pretty sure that's the force field thing in the opening of this 'cell' I'm in, shutting off, 'coz I c'n hear and smell more soldiers coming in. I growl and unsheath my claws, blindly swiping infront of me. Then I hear a *click* and feel the pain in my hands. Fuck. He turned the damn thing on again.
The soldiers come in my cell, just as I get shocked again by the friggin' guy and his remote. I fall to my knees, howling out in pain. The next thing I know, I'm gettin' smacked in the back off my head and I black out.
Author's Note: How was that? Continue? Don't? Please Review! *BAMF*
*WARNING!*: Updates on this story may be slow, I apologize. But don't worry, if you want me to write more, I *will* continue.
Author's Note: Although it's mostly an Ultimate-verse fic, there may be some AU.
Summary: Logan is being held prisoner by an abusive unknown enemy. But where are the rest of the X-Men? Is he the one needing saving, or are they? Slight songfic.
The End That is Never The End
"Is anyone else awake,
Deaf ears on these words must fall
Dodging friendly fire
Marksmanship inspires
The end that is never the end
There's no difference between foe or friend
Blanks in the chamber, they have you believe
Faces so sober, trusting souls decieved
Mouthless children, still promises they feed
Bullets softer now, still we bleed
Dodging friendly fire
Marksmanship inspires
The end that is never the end
There's no difference between foe or friend
Blanks in the chamber, they have you believe
Faces so sober, trusting souls decieved
The megaphone speaks, still pulses race and scream
Things will be quiet soon
The end that is never the end
There's no difference between foe or friend
Blanks in the chamber, they have you believe
Faces so sober, trusting souls decieved"
~*Logan's P.O.V.*~
I wake up, not knowin' where the hell I am. I sniff around, but I can't smell a flamin' thing. What the hell?! I blink a few times to try an' figure out my surroundings. It's pretty damn dark and I can't see very far infront o' me. Damn this really pisses me off.
I groan and try gettin' to my feet. Everythin's blurry and I can't focus. My head's throbbing and I feel like I can barely stand. I find out I'm near a wall so I lean up against it with my left hand. I reach to rub the back of my neck, 'coz it's sore as hell, and I feel some kinda metal thing. Now I know why my neck's sore. The friggin' thing is half implanted in my neck. There's some wire stickin' out an' blades pokin' inta me that're pretty sharp. I try pullin' the thing off me, but I cut my hand. It really hurt too. I bring my hand close to my face so I c'n look at it. I can't really see, so I feel the palm o' my hand usin' my left one. It's nearly all covered in blood and there's a deep gash in my palm. I keep my finger's on it, expectin' it ta heal, but nothin' happens.
"What the fuck?!" I say out loud. Stings like a bitch too. I rub the sweat from my forehead with my arm, 'coz now my hands are covered in blood. First I thought I'd passed out dead drunk somewhere, but not anymore. I can't even friggin' remember drinkin' last night. I stumble on off to my right, tryin' ta find out what's over there. I see some kinda light so I move over to it cautiously. I keep walking 'till I smack inta somethin'. I get a shock that runs through my whole body and I fall backwards to the damp floor.
I get back up, growling and I hear a voice out infront o' me. I ain't goin' over there this time. Whoever it is, if they're dumb enough to come close ta me, they oughtta get shocked.
"I wouldn't try that again." Says the voice.
I try to think if the voice sound's familiar, but my mind's runnin' loops. I growl and glare into the darkness at the voice. "Who the hell are you bub?!"
He laughs. "That is none of your concern."
I growl and start ta loose it. This guy is really pissin' me off. I unsheath my claws and try not to yell out at the agonizing pain that shoots through my arms from releasing them. I hear a clicking noise and then I feel a shock of pain through the back of my neck, paralyzing me as I fall to the ground.
"I wouldn't try that again Logan." I c'n just about hear the guy smirking.
I groan, still not able ta move, lying on the floor. "What the hell..didja do..ta me?!" I snarl.
"That metal implant in the back of your neck is to keep you cooperating with us. With the remote in my hand, I can give you a bit of a shock if you don't comply. I can also use a higher voltage, so don't tempt me." He pauses, like he's just standing there enjoying my confusion and anger at the whole thing. "That device, will also determine wheter you can use your mutant abilities or not. Right now it's on, so you obviously can't use them. That would explain why you're not healing, if you were wondering Logan."
There he goes sayin' my name again. Who the fuck is this guy?! And where the hell am I?! My eyes are still closed, it hurts too much ta keep 'em open. "How...do you..know my name?" I mumble, trying to hide the pain in my voice.
"It was in your wallet."
I growl. This guy's really irritating. "How..do you...know so much..about me?!"
He laughs at the question. "That is my little secret. Now as for the time being, you will do as told, or suffer the consequences."
I grunt, laughing a little. "I don't care..what the hell..you do....to me."
He snorts, bending down and whispers to me, "I had a feeling you'd feel that way. I will hurt you too, but what about your friends?"
A low, dangerous growl escapes my lips. "Yer bluffing."
"Am I now? Would you like to find out? I think that cute little freckle faced girl will be nice to start with."
Kitty. If he hurts her I'll-
"So does this mean you'll comply with my orders?" He interrupts my thoughts.
I sigh, and I suppose he takes that as a yes, because he presses another button on the remote he's got, and I c'n feel my body startin' ta heal.
I get back to my feet and all of a sudden a bright light comes on, blinding me. I shield my eyes and hear a beep go off. I'm pretty sure that's the force field thing in the opening of this 'cell' I'm in, shutting off, 'coz I c'n hear and smell more soldiers coming in. I growl and unsheath my claws, blindly swiping infront of me. Then I hear a *click* and feel the pain in my hands. Fuck. He turned the damn thing on again.
The soldiers come in my cell, just as I get shocked again by the friggin' guy and his remote. I fall to my knees, howling out in pain. The next thing I know, I'm gettin' smacked in the back off my head and I black out.
Author's Note: How was that? Continue? Don't? Please Review! *BAMF*
*WARNING!*: Updates on this story may be slow, I apologize. But don't worry, if you want me to write more, I *will* continue.