Alive And Well
"You!" Logan cried.
Deathstrike laughed, as she stretched her arms.
"Yes...That's right." She smiled.
"That's impossible!" Logan pointed his claws at her. "I killed you!"
"Exactly, you'd never thought I'd come back to haunt you, right Wolverine? How could you even think that!?"
Deathstrike jumped, trying to land on Logan, he stopped her and pushed her to his right.
"I don't understand!" Logan blocked another one of her attacks.
"The story of your life!" Deathstrike taunted.
She stabbed her fingernails into his side. He twitched his eye in pain, not even screaming, he knew this pain well. He stabbed her in the shoulder, and she flipped out of his claws, kicking him in the chin. He stepped back, while she kicked him again, and stabbed him again.
"Logan..." The girl with no name whispered.
Deathstrike ran her adamantium claws down his arms, cutting the clothing, revealing the blood. Then the bleeding stopped. Logan slashed towards Deathstrike, but she only dodged, stabbing him again and again.
She was stronger than before.
Deathstrike stabbed all her claws into Logan's sides, and held him there. Even he had to scream in pain.
"How..?" He whispered.
Deathstrike smiled.
"I had to come back for you, Wolverine. You killed me, and left me there, sinking in that lake..."
She started pushing her claws in deeper.
"But you couldn't do it. You couldn't kill me fully. My body is gone Logan. I'm all that's left. I had to kill you. I had to."
"Why..?" He asked.
"Why!?" She screamed in anger. "You killed everything I had, you destroyed my life!"
"They took it from you! Weapon X took it from you!" Logan tried to explain.
"Lies! Weapon X saved me!"
"What?"
She spread her nails inside his wounds.
"They found me, and gave me a greater power than before. You see me, this isn't me. They gave me a new body...I'm cyborg now, Wolverine, and somehow I knew it would be enough to kill you..."
She pushed him to the ground, and he grabbed his side.
"They brainwashed you! They made you try to kill me!" Logan cried.
Deathstrike kicked him.
"More lies! You did that! You took my life away and they gave it back. You took my memories, and they gave them back!" She screamed.
They lied to her. The remaining Weapon X project found her in the broken damn of Alkali lake, and found that she was too valuable to just cast away. They fixed her, made her something greater, and lied to her for her cooperation.
"My revenge has come..." Deathstike said slowly.
She bent down, and put her claws to the side of his head.
And she smiled.
"No!" The one with no name scremed.
She jumped on Deathstrike and pushed her aside. She was going to protect Logan. She panted as Deathstrike got up.
"You! You're alive! Weapon X has told me much about you." Deathstrike said.
The one with no name said nothing. She simple spread her wings apart, and flapped, hitting Deathstrike. She kicked Deathstrike, and scratched her with her own claws. Deathstrike tried stabbing her, but her body went black, and she became a Shadow on the floor, appearing behind Deathstrike, and kicking her.
Deathstrike flipped, and stabbed at her again, but she only became a Shadow on the trees. She appeared grabbing Deathstrike with her wings, but Deathstrike stabbed at them, getting herself out of her grasp. Deathstrike looked back to see the damaged she caused. But the wings that shedded blood, were healing.
"You still have his blood in you." Deathstrike accused.
The mutant with no name, only smiled at Deathstrik, taunting her.
Yes it did hurt. She had no name, and no one had ever come after her. She had never battled before, she was an experimented that was never tested. She didn't know how to fight, she didn't know the pain of getting stabbed. She couldn't take it like Logan. It was the worst pain she'd ever felt, besides those days in the lab, her thin, fine wings stabbed with holes. But she felt it heal, and know she wouldn't die here. So she hid the pain, and smiled.
Then Deathstrike, the new cyborg Deathstrike, stabbed at her with such speed, the one with no name couldn't see it. Then she saw Deathstrike's claws in her stomach, and the blood dripping. She stared at it, waiting for the pain to come.
Then she screamed from it.
Her body became darkness, a shadow melting away from Deathstrike's claws, and she fell to the ground, waiting for the wound to heal.
Snikt
Wolverine, Logan, jumped stabbing Deathstrike in the shoulder, and back. He pushed her to the ground, and watched as the girl with no name slowly got up. Before Deathstrike stood, Logan put his claws to her face.
He would've killed her, take her out of her misery again.
But a light began to shine from the sky, and a helicopter came into place. Logan looked up, and heard guns fired at him.
Weapon X personal.
He put his claws away, and helped the one with no name get up.
"Come on." He told her.
But she looked down at her stomach, five small holes through her clothing, drying blood on her hands. But the blood was gone. Sure she had healed with Logan's blood from small cuts and scrapes, but never a stab. Never...did... She didn't know what to think, she only stared at the former wound in awe.
"Come on!" He grabbed her, and rushed her to his bike.
Then off into the forest they ran.
Deathstrike didn't follow them, and watched as her prey ran away. She wiped her mouth, and looked up to wait for the helicopter.
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"Drink your coffee." He said.
"Huh?" She looked up innocently.
He pushed the cup of coffee closer to her. She grabbed it gently, careful not to break it with her claws.
Her horns hidden in her hair, and wings in her heavy cloak. He stared at her, studying her.
It was morning now, and they found themselves in a small town just beyond New York, Logan didn't bother to notice its name. She looked out the window, dazed from las night.
"Who was that?" She asked.
"Deathstrike. Another Weapon X experiment." He explained.
"You've met before?"
"Yeah...Back when I killed Stryker...He had her as a brainwashed protector."
"Oh." She looked down, her mind was somewhere else. "Thankyou for the coffee."
She didn't want his life to be like this. She didn't want Weapon X after him, she never wanted that. She didn't want him captured to become an animal again...But she didn't know how she could help.
Logan stared at her. He wondered so much about her. Why fight for him? Why look for him for all these years? Just for a thankyou? Then why didn't she leave now? But he knew he was all she knew. She didn't even have a name, not to be bothered with such things. It was strange. Then Logan wondered why he hadn't made her leave him alone.
"Listen. It's not safe with me. You saw, those people are after me. I could take you to my home, they'll take care of you there." Logan said quickly.
She stared at him surprised.
"But I...I want to be with you." She said softly.
"But, you don't understand..."
"Logan, I want to help you find your past...I want to help you."
"Why? Just cause I saved your life so long ago doesn't mean I can save you again." Logan argued.
"Yes, but..." She couldn't come up with anything. "Please Logan, I can keep you company, I can help you!"
Logan stayed silent.
"What happened at Alkali lake anyway?" She asked.
Logan's hand twitched, almost spilling his coffee, and he thought of Jean.
"Nothing." He said, looking away.
She saw that twitched, and lowered her head, not wanting to talk about it more.
She knew being with him would be dangerous. But she didn't care. All her life revolved about this one man. What choice did she have? She would go with him, search with him, and fight with him. He would have to teach her how to fight.
"Where are we going now?" She asked.
"I don't know...I thought we could go back to Alkali lake."
Logan thought that would be a good place to start.
"Oh." She said again.
She thought about telling him there. Say his name, don't even say it was his, just call him James Howlett. But she looked over at the smoking chef, and waitress, and back at her coffee. She would wait.
But she had to tell him.
"Listen kid, you need a name." Logan said.
"Huh?" She looked up. "Oh, well...I haven't really thougth about a name." She said.
"Well, what names do you like?"
"I don't know...Alex, Sandra...Sonia...Jean..."
Logan's hand twitched again.
"But I don't want those names...Those aren't my names." She explained.
Logan stared at her. Such an innocence. Pale skin, dark hair, brown eyes, and black wings. She never disereved to be a Weapon X experiment. But neither did he.
Then he figured something out.
"How about Amaya?" He asked.
"Huh? Amaya?" She asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
"It means 'night rain' in Japanease." He explained.
"What do you know about Japan?"
"Oh, a couple things."
Amaya, night rain. She liked the rain, she liked flying in it. Every little drop, massaging her wings. Night rain. The stars that shine at night, the sky as dark as her wings.
Amaya.
"Amaya... I like it. I love it."
She smiled at the man who gave her a life, and a name.
Amaya, her name was Amaya. Night rain. Amaya the mutant, Amaya the one saved by James Howlett from Weapon X. Amaya, the mutant gifted with wings. The dark angel. Amaya, teller of names. Her name was Amaya.
"Well, come on Amaya, let's go."
He got up, and gave the money to the watress. Amaya running behind him. She followed him closey out the door to his bike. Then she stood there, and watched him.
"Come on." He said.
She walked over to him, and placed her hands on his shoulders.
"Okay, James." She said.
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Next Chapter: The Story
Just a tip, Logan was a samurai in his life. He loved a woman named Yoko, but she was killed by a near by village, and he set out to avenge her. Memories of that life are gone as well as everything else.
"You!" Logan cried.
Deathstrike laughed, as she stretched her arms.
"Yes...That's right." She smiled.
"That's impossible!" Logan pointed his claws at her. "I killed you!"
"Exactly, you'd never thought I'd come back to haunt you, right Wolverine? How could you even think that!?"
Deathstrike jumped, trying to land on Logan, he stopped her and pushed her to his right.
"I don't understand!" Logan blocked another one of her attacks.
"The story of your life!" Deathstrike taunted.
She stabbed her fingernails into his side. He twitched his eye in pain, not even screaming, he knew this pain well. He stabbed her in the shoulder, and she flipped out of his claws, kicking him in the chin. He stepped back, while she kicked him again, and stabbed him again.
"Logan..." The girl with no name whispered.
Deathstrike ran her adamantium claws down his arms, cutting the clothing, revealing the blood. Then the bleeding stopped. Logan slashed towards Deathstrike, but she only dodged, stabbing him again and again.
She was stronger than before.
Deathstrike stabbed all her claws into Logan's sides, and held him there. Even he had to scream in pain.
"How..?" He whispered.
Deathstrike smiled.
"I had to come back for you, Wolverine. You killed me, and left me there, sinking in that lake..."
She started pushing her claws in deeper.
"But you couldn't do it. You couldn't kill me fully. My body is gone Logan. I'm all that's left. I had to kill you. I had to."
"Why..?" He asked.
"Why!?" She screamed in anger. "You killed everything I had, you destroyed my life!"
"They took it from you! Weapon X took it from you!" Logan tried to explain.
"Lies! Weapon X saved me!"
"What?"
She spread her nails inside his wounds.
"They found me, and gave me a greater power than before. You see me, this isn't me. They gave me a new body...I'm cyborg now, Wolverine, and somehow I knew it would be enough to kill you..."
She pushed him to the ground, and he grabbed his side.
"They brainwashed you! They made you try to kill me!" Logan cried.
Deathstrike kicked him.
"More lies! You did that! You took my life away and they gave it back. You took my memories, and they gave them back!" She screamed.
They lied to her. The remaining Weapon X project found her in the broken damn of Alkali lake, and found that she was too valuable to just cast away. They fixed her, made her something greater, and lied to her for her cooperation.
"My revenge has come..." Deathstike said slowly.
She bent down, and put her claws to the side of his head.
And she smiled.
"No!" The one with no name scremed.
She jumped on Deathstrike and pushed her aside. She was going to protect Logan. She panted as Deathstrike got up.
"You! You're alive! Weapon X has told me much about you." Deathstrike said.
The one with no name said nothing. She simple spread her wings apart, and flapped, hitting Deathstrike. She kicked Deathstrike, and scratched her with her own claws. Deathstrike tried stabbing her, but her body went black, and she became a Shadow on the floor, appearing behind Deathstrike, and kicking her.
Deathstrike flipped, and stabbed at her again, but she only became a Shadow on the trees. She appeared grabbing Deathstrike with her wings, but Deathstrike stabbed at them, getting herself out of her grasp. Deathstrike looked back to see the damaged she caused. But the wings that shedded blood, were healing.
"You still have his blood in you." Deathstrike accused.
The mutant with no name, only smiled at Deathstrik, taunting her.
Yes it did hurt. She had no name, and no one had ever come after her. She had never battled before, she was an experimented that was never tested. She didn't know how to fight, she didn't know the pain of getting stabbed. She couldn't take it like Logan. It was the worst pain she'd ever felt, besides those days in the lab, her thin, fine wings stabbed with holes. But she felt it heal, and know she wouldn't die here. So she hid the pain, and smiled.
Then Deathstrike, the new cyborg Deathstrike, stabbed at her with such speed, the one with no name couldn't see it. Then she saw Deathstrike's claws in her stomach, and the blood dripping. She stared at it, waiting for the pain to come.
Then she screamed from it.
Her body became darkness, a shadow melting away from Deathstrike's claws, and she fell to the ground, waiting for the wound to heal.
Snikt
Wolverine, Logan, jumped stabbing Deathstrike in the shoulder, and back. He pushed her to the ground, and watched as the girl with no name slowly got up. Before Deathstrike stood, Logan put his claws to her face.
He would've killed her, take her out of her misery again.
But a light began to shine from the sky, and a helicopter came into place. Logan looked up, and heard guns fired at him.
Weapon X personal.
He put his claws away, and helped the one with no name get up.
"Come on." He told her.
But she looked down at her stomach, five small holes through her clothing, drying blood on her hands. But the blood was gone. Sure she had healed with Logan's blood from small cuts and scrapes, but never a stab. Never...did... She didn't know what to think, she only stared at the former wound in awe.
"Come on!" He grabbed her, and rushed her to his bike.
Then off into the forest they ran.
Deathstrike didn't follow them, and watched as her prey ran away. She wiped her mouth, and looked up to wait for the helicopter.
~~~~~~~~~
"Drink your coffee." He said.
"Huh?" She looked up innocently.
He pushed the cup of coffee closer to her. She grabbed it gently, careful not to break it with her claws.
Her horns hidden in her hair, and wings in her heavy cloak. He stared at her, studying her.
It was morning now, and they found themselves in a small town just beyond New York, Logan didn't bother to notice its name. She looked out the window, dazed from las night.
"Who was that?" She asked.
"Deathstrike. Another Weapon X experiment." He explained.
"You've met before?"
"Yeah...Back when I killed Stryker...He had her as a brainwashed protector."
"Oh." She looked down, her mind was somewhere else. "Thankyou for the coffee."
She didn't want his life to be like this. She didn't want Weapon X after him, she never wanted that. She didn't want him captured to become an animal again...But she didn't know how she could help.
Logan stared at her. He wondered so much about her. Why fight for him? Why look for him for all these years? Just for a thankyou? Then why didn't she leave now? But he knew he was all she knew. She didn't even have a name, not to be bothered with such things. It was strange. Then Logan wondered why he hadn't made her leave him alone.
"Listen. It's not safe with me. You saw, those people are after me. I could take you to my home, they'll take care of you there." Logan said quickly.
She stared at him surprised.
"But I...I want to be with you." She said softly.
"But, you don't understand..."
"Logan, I want to help you find your past...I want to help you."
"Why? Just cause I saved your life so long ago doesn't mean I can save you again." Logan argued.
"Yes, but..." She couldn't come up with anything. "Please Logan, I can keep you company, I can help you!"
Logan stayed silent.
"What happened at Alkali lake anyway?" She asked.
Logan's hand twitched, almost spilling his coffee, and he thought of Jean.
"Nothing." He said, looking away.
She saw that twitched, and lowered her head, not wanting to talk about it more.
She knew being with him would be dangerous. But she didn't care. All her life revolved about this one man. What choice did she have? She would go with him, search with him, and fight with him. He would have to teach her how to fight.
"Where are we going now?" She asked.
"I don't know...I thought we could go back to Alkali lake."
Logan thought that would be a good place to start.
"Oh." She said again.
She thought about telling him there. Say his name, don't even say it was his, just call him James Howlett. But she looked over at the smoking chef, and waitress, and back at her coffee. She would wait.
But she had to tell him.
"Listen kid, you need a name." Logan said.
"Huh?" She looked up. "Oh, well...I haven't really thougth about a name." She said.
"Well, what names do you like?"
"I don't know...Alex, Sandra...Sonia...Jean..."
Logan's hand twitched again.
"But I don't want those names...Those aren't my names." She explained.
Logan stared at her. Such an innocence. Pale skin, dark hair, brown eyes, and black wings. She never disereved to be a Weapon X experiment. But neither did he.
Then he figured something out.
"How about Amaya?" He asked.
"Huh? Amaya?" She asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
"It means 'night rain' in Japanease." He explained.
"What do you know about Japan?"
"Oh, a couple things."
Amaya, night rain. She liked the rain, she liked flying in it. Every little drop, massaging her wings. Night rain. The stars that shine at night, the sky as dark as her wings.
Amaya.
"Amaya... I like it. I love it."
She smiled at the man who gave her a life, and a name.
Amaya, her name was Amaya. Night rain. Amaya the mutant, Amaya the one saved by James Howlett from Weapon X. Amaya, the mutant gifted with wings. The dark angel. Amaya, teller of names. Her name was Amaya.
"Well, come on Amaya, let's go."
He got up, and gave the money to the watress. Amaya running behind him. She followed him closey out the door to his bike. Then she stood there, and watched him.
"Come on." He said.
She walked over to him, and placed her hands on his shoulders.
"Okay, James." She said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Next Chapter: The Story
Just a tip, Logan was a samurai in his life. He loved a woman named Yoko, but she was killed by a near by village, and he set out to avenge her. Memories of that life are gone as well as everything else.