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
chp.2
"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"
~*Logan's P.O.V.*~
When I come to, I can feel the bitter cold wind whipping across my face as I lay on the stiff ground. I realize I'm outside. I c'n hear muffled voices around me but I don't make a move ta get up. I hear footsteps coming closer. One of the soldiers kicks me in the ribs. I growl and roll over, getting to my knees. I guess that device on the back o' my neck is still on, 'coz I ain't healin'.
"I think he's up now." The guy laughs.
That bastard. I would've gutted him right then an' there if I didn't hafta worry about those guys hurtin' Kitty, or Jean or 'Ro. Even if it was any of the others, even Cyke.
"Get up!" The same guys yells.
I open my eyes, the bitter cold wind making me blink rapidly for a few seconds. I grunt and get to my feet. I just notice that I got bare feet, and I'm wearin' a pair of raggedy old sweats and no shirt. It's friggin' freezin' out here dammit! I look at the guy who's been yellin' at me. He's a pretty big guy too, about Pete's size. I glare at him, wonderin' what the hell we're gonna do out here in the blisterin' cold.
He then answers the question I never asked with one word. "RUN!" The boxy guy yells at me.
I grunt, spitting at the ground near his feet.
The other soldiers stare at me wide-eyed. I'm guessin' Boxy here is their leader or somethin'.
"MOVE IT!!" He yells again. I don't move and Boxy takes out his sidearm and smacks me across the face with it.
My head snaps sideways with the impact. I wipe the blood from my cheek with my bare arm and snarl at him.
He grins, taking something out of his pocket. It's the remote for the device on my neck like the other guy had. Oh shit. Boxy shoves it right in my face and whispers, "McKenna ain't the only one who can shock the shit outta you boy. GET MOVING!!"
So, that guy's name was McKenna huh? I shrug and stand in place, staring down at my cold bare feet.
He points his gun at my chest, and I roll my eyes at him. Then the bastard shoots his gun at the ground.
The bullet nicks the side of my foot and I grunt in pain. I watch the warm blood trickle down to the stiff, frozen ground. I glare at him and start jogging. He motions for the other soldiers to follow me and then takes off back to the compound type building.
While I'm running, my feet are gettin' numb and the cold air makes the cuts on my face and foot sting like hell. I keep goin' anyway. Every time I slow down the soldiers jab me in the ribs with the butt of their guns. I growl at them, sometimes they back off a bit, but mostly they just keep goin'. What is with these guys anyway? Are they on steroids or somethin'?! It seems like they ain't even gettin' tired. I shrug, then look around me as I head off to nowhere. The scenery looks like a desert, 'cept it's cold and there's not sand. It seems ta go on forever and I wonder where the hell we're goin'.
About an hour later, I'm still runnin' and the soldiers are still keepin' up. My feet are so cold, I can't even really feel 'em anymore. My hands are numb too, but there's nothin' I can do about that either. Suddenly I hear some kinda motor behind us. I turn to look an' see what it is, but one o' the soldiers smacks me in the face with his gun. He didn't hit me so hard but it stung like hell from the cold. Why can't I even turn around? What the hell don't they want me ta see?!
Just then I hear the familiar voice of that boxy guy. He pulls to the side o' me in a camo-colored golf-cart. "Keep it movin' boy!" He smirks, and motion's for the soldiers on the ground to hop in. They do as told, then the whole lot of 'em are followin' along the side of me in the golf-cart.
I growl at him and keep goin'. It's gettin' harder to breathe, with all the cold air an' everything, and I start to wheez a little. I look down at my feet as I keep pushin' myself to go further. They're blisterin' from the cold and bleedin' too. Seems like the soldier boys don't care if I freeze ta death or get frostbite.
Another few hours goes by and I can't believe that my legs are still movin'. It seems almost automatic now, after all this time.
"STOP!" Boxy yells out, after hours of silence.
The golf-cart comes to a stop and so do I. My legs feel weak and after all the running my legs have been doin', now that they've stopped, I think I'm gonna fall over. I glare at Boxy and he glares right back at me.
"Now turn around and run back." He says sternly.
I let out a deep breath, rolling my eyes.
"You jus' roll your eyes at me boy?!!" Boxy yells.
I laugh. "Maybe...I did." My voice is raspy from the cold and not having any water.
He gets out of the cart and stands infront of me, looking down to meet my eyes. He sticks out his jaw, then smirks and punches me in the face.
I'm so worn out from running, I fall to the cold ground.
Boxy glares at me and yells for me to get to my feet.
I breathe out heavily, then start to get up. My eye's already swolen shut and I can barely see.
"NOW RUN BACK!" He screams, then holds up his little remote.
Not feeling like getting shocked at the moment, I start moving again.
Boxy gets back in the golf-cart and they follow after me again, guns at the ready.
After another few hours, we finally get back to the compound. My breathing is slow and heavy now, and my throat is dry. Not being able to stand any longer, I collapse onto the cement within the building.
Boxy is standing over me. He grabs my hair from the back of my head and forcefully pulls me to my feet. I growl at him, taking a blind swipe at his face. Missing by mere inches, as far as I can tell, he dodges my fist and kicks me in the stomach, knocking me backwards and on the floor again.
"Don't do that again." He snarls at me.
I stare at him with my good eye and watch as he goes around the corner, returning with a large bucket in his hand.
I don't bother trying to get up, whatever he's got, he's probably planning to hit me with it or something and knock me down again.
He swings the bucket back, then tosses it's contents at me.
A wave of pain hits, as scalding hot water hits my skin. I howl out in pain, twisting on the floor from the agonizong sting.
Boxy laughs, then suddenly shuts his mouth as someone enters behind him.
I'm too wrapped up in my own pain to see who it is. Then I hear the voice of the man called McKenna, talking to Boxy.
"Stop playing with him! Get him back in the cell now!" He scolds.
Boxy's voice sound's like a scared child, nothing like the big guy who's been bothering me all this time. "Y-Yes Sir, right away."
I groan, still lying motionless now, on the floor in the puddle of water.
I can hear Boxy coming closer to me now. He reaches down to where I am and grabs my arm, then starts dragging me toward the cell. He's grumbling complaints about me and McKenna, but my mind is too clouded at the moment to care. I was so tempted to just release my claws and cut into his hand, but I didn't have the strength.
He tosses me into the cell and as he leaves I can hear the familiar beep and electric hum of the force field starting up again. My whole body feels numb and I can't even think. The burns on my side and chest sting, and I welcome the loss of consciousness that is overtaking me.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I wake up, not remembering where I am at first. Then it comes to me when I feel my body start to sting again and my left eye is still pretty much swolen shut. Guess McKenna didn't feel like fixin' me up this time. I wonder how the others're doin'. I don't even really know if they're even here.
Before I get a chance to sit back and think fer a minute, more soldiers come in again. McKenna's with 'em this time, and Boxy ain't around..bet he got introuble from before. Good. I look at McKenna as he realeases the force field and enters my cell. "How..long've I been out?" I grunt.
McKenna smirks at me and motions for the soldiers to come in the cell.
The barge in, like robots, comin' behind me and puttin' on restraints. They clamp somethin' on my hands as they pull my arms behind my back. My hands are stuck in a funny way so I can't release my claws. Hmph, bet they did that on purpose.
Now the soldiers are pushin' me from behind and they drag me ta my feet. I jus' realize it now, but my legs are achin' so bad that I fall back down.
McKenna chuckles. "What's the matter Logan? That nice long run this morning didn't serve you well?"
I growl, and stumble as the soldiers shove me back on my feet. So, that was mornin' then. Atleast I got some sorta sense of time. Although, I got no idea how long I've been unconscious so it could be night by now.
The soldiers wrap me up in a few more restraints, with a shackle and chain around my neck like a frigign' animal. One o' the guys yanks on the chain and I almost loose my balance, falling forward. One foot infront o' the other, that's all I gotta do. It hurts like hell ta move, but I keep followin' the guy holding the chain.
The other guys move up behind me with their guns and now they got a few tazers with 'em. We keep walkin' down some long, dark hallways without windows. I still can't tell if it's dark outside or not. I look at my feet as I keep goin'. They're all caked with blood and dirt from before. It don't really bother me though, the burns along my chest and side hurt a helluva lot worse.
We finally stop infront of a big metal door with no doornobs and some kind of computer thing mounted on the wall next to it. The guy that's holdin' onto my chain walks up to the computer and places his thumb on the screen. It's a security thing I find out. A clanking noise sounds and the door slides open. He turns to me, yanking on the chain again and I step into the room.
I look all around outta my one good eye. The room is small, well it seems small at first. There's a glass on the wall, A two-way mirror I'm guessing, 'coz I can see somethin' on the other side. There's also a door next to the glass. The soldier leads me over to the door, as the others back off and they take off my restraints, b'sides the ones on my hands.
The lead soldier stares at me. "You're going to walk through this room until you get to another door. When you get there, walk in the door, there'll be a jeep waiting in the hanger." He pauses to make sure I'm listenin'. "There will be a map in the glove compartment of the jeep. Follow the path clearly marked in red, until you get to the building marked with an 'X'."
I sigh, wonderin' what the hell's goin' on, but I keep listenin' anyway.
"You are to carefully infiltrate the building, killing anyone in your way. Once inside there will be a hallway with black metallic walls that leads to a vault. You must enter the vault, grab the black metal box inside and get out. Once out of the building, get back in the jeep and come back to the hanger. I will have men waiting for you." He stops and glares at me. "Don't try anything either, we will be monitoring you carefully."
I look back up at him, my upper lip curling into a snarl. "What about weapons? Won't these guys have guns with 'em?"
He nodds. "Yes, they will have guns. You don't get to use any weapons, we can't risk it. However, if you happen to obtain any weapons from soldiers you've downed, I can't stop you. Although you will be...dealed with, if you don't dispose of the weapons before entering the hanger." He glares at me. "Alright, turn around."
I turn my back to him and he starts taking off my hand restraints. I can hear the sounds of the soldier's behind me cocking their guns so I don't try anything.
Once my hands are free, the soldier pushes me through the door and yells, "Get going!"
I make my way down the long hallway, not going too fast. My feet are still bare, they haven't bothered to give me any boots or anythin' while going on this so called 'mission'. I get to the other door and open it, to find the jeep in a hanger, just as he said. The entrance to the hanger is open and I can see that it's night out. I hop in the jeep, turning the keys and starting it up. I reach over into the glove compartment and pull out the map that's in there. After looking it over quick, I get the idea of where ta go. I put the map back and pull the jeep out of the hanger, turning on the headlights so I can see through the darkness.
There's a few dirt roads, but from checkin' out the map, I know where I gotta go. There's no doors or roof on the jeep, it's just like an old army thing. The wind seems colder than before and really stings my burns. I'm still havin' trouble seein' outta my left eye, but if I just keep it closed all the way, it ain't so bad.
I keep on drivin', it seems like hours, but I know it's only been about 15 minutes. I'm so tired from everything else that I can't barely focus. I finally see some lights and a gate up ahead. That's the place alright. I kill the engine on the jeep and coast it over to the other side of a ditch.
I stumble as I get out, putting my hand to my head as I'm hit with a wave of dizziness. I groan and carefully make my way to the gates.
After carefully checking around for any guards, which there don't seem to be....that ain't right.., I sneak into the building through a window. I immediatly notice the black metal-like walls, just like soldier-boy said. I start ta pick up the pace, moving quickly down the corridor 'till I reach the vault. It's locked, obviously. There's some kinda high security entrance thing on the door. I shrug, releasing my claws, and start slicin' inta the door. It's pretty easy ta get into. Once I'm in I see the metal box, grab it, and head out.
This is way too easy, I'm thinkin' ta myself. As soon as I'm back outside, a bunch o' alarms start goin' off.
"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!" The alarm sounds.
I can barely see, but I keep runnin' towards the gates. I gotta get out and back to the jeep. I sneak over to some bushes near the gates so I can just about squeeze my way through without being seen.
Just as I get off the grounds, I hear clicking noises behind me. Shit. I turn around to see about 5 guards pointin' rifles right in my face.
"DON'T MOVE AN INCH OR I'LL BLOW YOUR FREAKIN' HEAD OFF!!" One of the guards yells nervously, the fear wavering his voice.
Dammit. Jus' what I need right now. A nervous guy with a gun.
Author's Note: Like it? Hate it? Should I continue or go bury myself in a hole?? PLEASE REVIEW!!! i didn't get any reviews last chap. :( boo hoo. If not for me, do it for Wolvie. :-) *BAMF*
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
chp.2
"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"
~*Logan's P.O.V.*~
When I come to, I can feel the bitter cold wind whipping across my face as I lay on the stiff ground. I realize I'm outside. I c'n hear muffled voices around me but I don't make a move ta get up. I hear footsteps coming closer. One of the soldiers kicks me in the ribs. I growl and roll over, getting to my knees. I guess that device on the back o' my neck is still on, 'coz I ain't healin'.
"I think he's up now." The guy laughs.
That bastard. I would've gutted him right then an' there if I didn't hafta worry about those guys hurtin' Kitty, or Jean or 'Ro. Even if it was any of the others, even Cyke.
"Get up!" The same guys yells.
I open my eyes, the bitter cold wind making me blink rapidly for a few seconds. I grunt and get to my feet. I just notice that I got bare feet, and I'm wearin' a pair of raggedy old sweats and no shirt. It's friggin' freezin' out here dammit! I look at the guy who's been yellin' at me. He's a pretty big guy too, about Pete's size. I glare at him, wonderin' what the hell we're gonna do out here in the blisterin' cold.
He then answers the question I never asked with one word. "RUN!" The boxy guy yells at me.
I grunt, spitting at the ground near his feet.
The other soldiers stare at me wide-eyed. I'm guessin' Boxy here is their leader or somethin'.
"MOVE IT!!" He yells again. I don't move and Boxy takes out his sidearm and smacks me across the face with it.
My head snaps sideways with the impact. I wipe the blood from my cheek with my bare arm and snarl at him.
He grins, taking something out of his pocket. It's the remote for the device on my neck like the other guy had. Oh shit. Boxy shoves it right in my face and whispers, "McKenna ain't the only one who can shock the shit outta you boy. GET MOVING!!"
So, that guy's name was McKenna huh? I shrug and stand in place, staring down at my cold bare feet.
He points his gun at my chest, and I roll my eyes at him. Then the bastard shoots his gun at the ground.
The bullet nicks the side of my foot and I grunt in pain. I watch the warm blood trickle down to the stiff, frozen ground. I glare at him and start jogging. He motions for the other soldiers to follow me and then takes off back to the compound type building.
While I'm running, my feet are gettin' numb and the cold air makes the cuts on my face and foot sting like hell. I keep goin' anyway. Every time I slow down the soldiers jab me in the ribs with the butt of their guns. I growl at them, sometimes they back off a bit, but mostly they just keep goin'. What is with these guys anyway? Are they on steroids or somethin'?! It seems like they ain't even gettin' tired. I shrug, then look around me as I head off to nowhere. The scenery looks like a desert, 'cept it's cold and there's not sand. It seems ta go on forever and I wonder where the hell we're goin'.
About an hour later, I'm still runnin' and the soldiers are still keepin' up. My feet are so cold, I can't even really feel 'em anymore. My hands are numb too, but there's nothin' I can do about that either. Suddenly I hear some kinda motor behind us. I turn to look an' see what it is, but one o' the soldiers smacks me in the face with his gun. He didn't hit me so hard but it stung like hell from the cold. Why can't I even turn around? What the hell don't they want me ta see?!
Just then I hear the familiar voice of that boxy guy. He pulls to the side o' me in a camo-colored golf-cart. "Keep it movin' boy!" He smirks, and motion's for the soldiers on the ground to hop in. They do as told, then the whole lot of 'em are followin' along the side of me in the golf-cart.
I growl at him and keep goin'. It's gettin' harder to breathe, with all the cold air an' everything, and I start to wheez a little. I look down at my feet as I keep pushin' myself to go further. They're blisterin' from the cold and bleedin' too. Seems like the soldier boys don't care if I freeze ta death or get frostbite.
Another few hours goes by and I can't believe that my legs are still movin'. It seems almost automatic now, after all this time.
"STOP!" Boxy yells out, after hours of silence.
The golf-cart comes to a stop and so do I. My legs feel weak and after all the running my legs have been doin', now that they've stopped, I think I'm gonna fall over. I glare at Boxy and he glares right back at me.
"Now turn around and run back." He says sternly.
I let out a deep breath, rolling my eyes.
"You jus' roll your eyes at me boy?!!" Boxy yells.
I laugh. "Maybe...I did." My voice is raspy from the cold and not having any water.
He gets out of the cart and stands infront of me, looking down to meet my eyes. He sticks out his jaw, then smirks and punches me in the face.
I'm so worn out from running, I fall to the cold ground.
Boxy glares at me and yells for me to get to my feet.
I breathe out heavily, then start to get up. My eye's already swolen shut and I can barely see.
"NOW RUN BACK!" He screams, then holds up his little remote.
Not feeling like getting shocked at the moment, I start moving again.
Boxy gets back in the golf-cart and they follow after me again, guns at the ready.
After another few hours, we finally get back to the compound. My breathing is slow and heavy now, and my throat is dry. Not being able to stand any longer, I collapse onto the cement within the building.
Boxy is standing over me. He grabs my hair from the back of my head and forcefully pulls me to my feet. I growl at him, taking a blind swipe at his face. Missing by mere inches, as far as I can tell, he dodges my fist and kicks me in the stomach, knocking me backwards and on the floor again.
"Don't do that again." He snarls at me.
I stare at him with my good eye and watch as he goes around the corner, returning with a large bucket in his hand.
I don't bother trying to get up, whatever he's got, he's probably planning to hit me with it or something and knock me down again.
He swings the bucket back, then tosses it's contents at me.
A wave of pain hits, as scalding hot water hits my skin. I howl out in pain, twisting on the floor from the agonizong sting.
Boxy laughs, then suddenly shuts his mouth as someone enters behind him.
I'm too wrapped up in my own pain to see who it is. Then I hear the voice of the man called McKenna, talking to Boxy.
"Stop playing with him! Get him back in the cell now!" He scolds.
Boxy's voice sound's like a scared child, nothing like the big guy who's been bothering me all this time. "Y-Yes Sir, right away."
I groan, still lying motionless now, on the floor in the puddle of water.
I can hear Boxy coming closer to me now. He reaches down to where I am and grabs my arm, then starts dragging me toward the cell. He's grumbling complaints about me and McKenna, but my mind is too clouded at the moment to care. I was so tempted to just release my claws and cut into his hand, but I didn't have the strength.
He tosses me into the cell and as he leaves I can hear the familiar beep and electric hum of the force field starting up again. My whole body feels numb and I can't even think. The burns on my side and chest sting, and I welcome the loss of consciousness that is overtaking me.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I wake up, not remembering where I am at first. Then it comes to me when I feel my body start to sting again and my left eye is still pretty much swolen shut. Guess McKenna didn't feel like fixin' me up this time. I wonder how the others're doin'. I don't even really know if they're even here.
Before I get a chance to sit back and think fer a minute, more soldiers come in again. McKenna's with 'em this time, and Boxy ain't around..bet he got introuble from before. Good. I look at McKenna as he realeases the force field and enters my cell. "How..long've I been out?" I grunt.
McKenna smirks at me and motions for the soldiers to come in the cell.
The barge in, like robots, comin' behind me and puttin' on restraints. They clamp somethin' on my hands as they pull my arms behind my back. My hands are stuck in a funny way so I can't release my claws. Hmph, bet they did that on purpose.
Now the soldiers are pushin' me from behind and they drag me ta my feet. I jus' realize it now, but my legs are achin' so bad that I fall back down.
McKenna chuckles. "What's the matter Logan? That nice long run this morning didn't serve you well?"
I growl, and stumble as the soldiers shove me back on my feet. So, that was mornin' then. Atleast I got some sorta sense of time. Although, I got no idea how long I've been unconscious so it could be night by now.
The soldiers wrap me up in a few more restraints, with a shackle and chain around my neck like a frigign' animal. One o' the guys yanks on the chain and I almost loose my balance, falling forward. One foot infront o' the other, that's all I gotta do. It hurts like hell ta move, but I keep followin' the guy holding the chain.
The other guys move up behind me with their guns and now they got a few tazers with 'em. We keep walkin' down some long, dark hallways without windows. I still can't tell if it's dark outside or not. I look at my feet as I keep goin'. They're all caked with blood and dirt from before. It don't really bother me though, the burns along my chest and side hurt a helluva lot worse.
We finally stop infront of a big metal door with no doornobs and some kind of computer thing mounted on the wall next to it. The guy that's holdin' onto my chain walks up to the computer and places his thumb on the screen. It's a security thing I find out. A clanking noise sounds and the door slides open. He turns to me, yanking on the chain again and I step into the room.
I look all around outta my one good eye. The room is small, well it seems small at first. There's a glass on the wall, A two-way mirror I'm guessing, 'coz I can see somethin' on the other side. There's also a door next to the glass. The soldier leads me over to the door, as the others back off and they take off my restraints, b'sides the ones on my hands.
The lead soldier stares at me. "You're going to walk through this room until you get to another door. When you get there, walk in the door, there'll be a jeep waiting in the hanger." He pauses to make sure I'm listenin'. "There will be a map in the glove compartment of the jeep. Follow the path clearly marked in red, until you get to the building marked with an 'X'."
I sigh, wonderin' what the hell's goin' on, but I keep listenin' anyway.
"You are to carefully infiltrate the building, killing anyone in your way. Once inside there will be a hallway with black metallic walls that leads to a vault. You must enter the vault, grab the black metal box inside and get out. Once out of the building, get back in the jeep and come back to the hanger. I will have men waiting for you." He stops and glares at me. "Don't try anything either, we will be monitoring you carefully."
I look back up at him, my upper lip curling into a snarl. "What about weapons? Won't these guys have guns with 'em?"
He nodds. "Yes, they will have guns. You don't get to use any weapons, we can't risk it. However, if you happen to obtain any weapons from soldiers you've downed, I can't stop you. Although you will be...dealed with, if you don't dispose of the weapons before entering the hanger." He glares at me. "Alright, turn around."
I turn my back to him and he starts taking off my hand restraints. I can hear the sounds of the soldier's behind me cocking their guns so I don't try anything.
Once my hands are free, the soldier pushes me through the door and yells, "Get going!"
I make my way down the long hallway, not going too fast. My feet are still bare, they haven't bothered to give me any boots or anythin' while going on this so called 'mission'. I get to the other door and open it, to find the jeep in a hanger, just as he said. The entrance to the hanger is open and I can see that it's night out. I hop in the jeep, turning the keys and starting it up. I reach over into the glove compartment and pull out the map that's in there. After looking it over quick, I get the idea of where ta go. I put the map back and pull the jeep out of the hanger, turning on the headlights so I can see through the darkness.
There's a few dirt roads, but from checkin' out the map, I know where I gotta go. There's no doors or roof on the jeep, it's just like an old army thing. The wind seems colder than before and really stings my burns. I'm still havin' trouble seein' outta my left eye, but if I just keep it closed all the way, it ain't so bad.
I keep on drivin', it seems like hours, but I know it's only been about 15 minutes. I'm so tired from everything else that I can't barely focus. I finally see some lights and a gate up ahead. That's the place alright. I kill the engine on the jeep and coast it over to the other side of a ditch.
I stumble as I get out, putting my hand to my head as I'm hit with a wave of dizziness. I groan and carefully make my way to the gates.
After carefully checking around for any guards, which there don't seem to be....that ain't right.., I sneak into the building through a window. I immediatly notice the black metal-like walls, just like soldier-boy said. I start ta pick up the pace, moving quickly down the corridor 'till I reach the vault. It's locked, obviously. There's some kinda high security entrance thing on the door. I shrug, releasing my claws, and start slicin' inta the door. It's pretty easy ta get into. Once I'm in I see the metal box, grab it, and head out.
This is way too easy, I'm thinkin' ta myself. As soon as I'm back outside, a bunch o' alarms start goin' off.
"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!" The alarm sounds.
I can barely see, but I keep runnin' towards the gates. I gotta get out and back to the jeep. I sneak over to some bushes near the gates so I can just about squeeze my way through without being seen.
Just as I get off the grounds, I hear clicking noises behind me. Shit. I turn around to see about 5 guards pointin' rifles right in my face.
"DON'T MOVE AN INCH OR I'LL BLOW YOUR FREAKIN' HEAD OFF!!" One of the guards yells nervously, the fear wavering his voice.
Dammit. Jus' what I need right now. A nervous guy with a gun.
Author's Note: Like it? Hate it? Should I continue or go bury myself in a hole?? PLEASE REVIEW!!! i didn't get any reviews last chap. :( boo hoo. If not for me, do it for Wolvie. :-) *BAMF*