Chaos: Lol. That was a rather entertaining review. And you're right, I meant Weapon X. What the hell was I thinking? Any, we'll see what awaits her soon enough!
Blix: No, no, no, it's ok to be nick-picky. That way I can correct mistakes. And you're right I did mean Weapon X.
Cassandra: Yes. I'm trying to kill you. Is it working? Lol. Anyway, I checked out the "L&MDH" site. I'm confused. How do you get feedback? They didn't have a review section. And I read a couple stories and wished to give the author feedback, but wasn't sure how.
Rhiannon: It's definitely an AU (alternate universe). That's why in the first chapter Marie was working for the police and then – later – Stryker. Sorry you got confused.
Ellexis: Thanks for the review! I hope you continue to enjoy it.
Veronica: I can't really answer your questions without ruining the story, but I'm thrilled to know that you're interested enough to ask. Thanks for the compliments!
Benji: I can't tell you my plans for Rogue because it would ruin the story for everyone else. Sorry. Yet, I must warn you, if you don't like the X-men dying then, never read The Clash of Two Worlds. A number of the main characters die.
Hip-Ban: A hopeless romantic who has her occasional moments of slipping into bitch mode. Lol. That's the only way I can explain The Clash of Two Worlds and what might possibly happen in this story.
Pine: I am working my way up to being the queen of cliffhangers. It's my ultimate goal in life. Lol.
Wapps: Will she be or won't she be? That is the question. Lol. Thanks for the review!
Sax: laughs insanely
TKPiper: Ye ask and ye shall receive (for now. Lol.). Thanks for the review!
**NOTE TO EVERYONE**: I made a terrible error in the previous chapter. I meant 'Weapon X' NOT 'Mutant X'. Sorry for the confusion.
Chapter Fifteen
Prediction of Truth
Water trickled down the sides of the concrete walls of the musty smelling tunnel as Logan sprinted down the corridor. He'd seen Rogue disappear into the building and had fought his way after her, taking detours in order to fend off various attackers. Once inside, though, he had been met with silence. He'd followed her scent, stepping lightly and keeping his ears perked. And then he'd heard it: a gunshot that sent him racing.
Where the hell could she be? He skidded around a corner and his heart skipped a beat. Cautiously, trapped in a mesmerizing haze, he crossed the threshold of a medical bay, sweat breaking out over his brow at the sight of a tiled tub of water. It felt familiar. It felt haunted.
He ran his fingers over well-known claw marks on one of the stone pillars, a panged expression grazing over his tragic eyes. Years ago, he'd learned of Stryker and the experiment. Yet, he'd never seen the hellish chamber where he'd gone from man to animal. It made it more real than the cruel metal under his skin.
Logan's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, his mouth forming a snarl. He turned his head like a wolf searching for its prey. His large hands tightened into fists, he marched further into the room, bursting through the swinging doors beyond the freezer drawers. He'd found Stryker. And he'd kill him. Slowly. Painfully.
As swiftly and gracefully as a wild cat, Logan stalked the hallways, hunting. He knew people were nearby. He could smell the faint reminders of them in the air. And there was a more pungent scent: one that was bitter and rich…blood. Logan froze. Whose blood? One of theirs? Or…"Rogue," he breathed fearfully. I swear if they've hurt her…
He sprinted frantically from room to room, darting around corners and leaping through doorways. He was tempted to just shout her name, but restrained the tingling in his throat. Getting ambushed wouldn't help Rogue.
He came to a jolting halt. He sniffed the stale air, relieved to have finally found them. Logan felt his anger welling inside him. He unsheathed his claws and burst into the room, growling with his eyes laced with cold hatred.
"Ahh, Logan, so nice of you to join us," Stryker commented casually, superiorly.
Logan scanned the room. If he weren't so worried about Rogue, he'd have already sliced into the evil man standing a few yards away. "Where's the girl," Logan hissed harshly.
"Who? Oh, you mean Rogue? She's been dealt with."
Logan lunged, shoving the shorter man against the wall, digging the three razors on his left hand into Stryker's abdomen. "Don't make me ask you twice."
"Wolverine, Wolverine, you don't honestly think I was going to let her live did you?"
"You better have," Logan growled, inches from his face.
"Come on, Wolverine. There's nothing left for you with the X-men. You and I could…"
"Where is she," Logan raged, slamming Stryker's head into the wall.
"Dead," Stryker screamed. "She's dead, Wolverine! Just like the dozens of people you killed!"
Logan roared, tearing his claws into Stryker's flesh. "Damn you to hell," he shrieked, carving downward with a twist. "You get one more chance. Where is she!"
Stryker gurgled on the blood pooling from his mouth. "Dead," he snickered. "Dead."
End Chapter Fifteen
Or is she? Mwahaha…Chapter 16: Prophecy, coming (hopefully) soon followed by three or four more after that. So hold on, folks, there's only a few more chapters left.
