BEFORE THE WOLVERINE
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CHAPTER TWO: Abduct
A loud bang on the door echoed into Logan's room. He growled, and pulled his sheets back over his head.
"Hey! Boy! Open up will ya!" A gruff voice called. In a sleepy daze Logan's voice sounded raspy and distant.
"Fuck off," He yelled. The man's already huge eyes expanded.
"Don't tell me you just told me to Fuck off. I'm gonna tell you to fucking fuck off, and you'll be out on the street!" Logan's puppy hazel eyes opened quickly. His landlord. Dammit! He growled low and got out of bed realizing too late that his bloody shirt from last night was left on.
"Logan you fucking bast- What the hell happened to you?" His grimy fingers reached out to touch the dried blood. Logan pulled away remembering when the guys jumped him last night.
"What do you want?"
"You know. You've been avoiding me all month. I need your payment, now. You're in debt from the last three months as it is." Logan's glance cast down.
"I can't pay you..." He muttered after a while.
"What do you mean you fucking can't pay me! You'll fucking pay me right now!"
"I can't," His eyes looked for some sympathy in the man.
"Don't give me that look boy. That only worked for so long. I want payment."
"Look, I can't pay you! I don't have any money!" He roared, ashamed at his helplessness.
"Then you'll fucking pay me another way," The man grabbed Logan's package. Logan smacked his fat arm away.
"Fuck off bub. I don't play that way."
"Then get out!" Logan grunted, and grabbed his few things. The man watched him all the while. When he was walking out his door, he glared at the lust crazed man.
"I'd never be your slave to stay in this shitty apartment." He spat at the landlord, and walked out. He thought he heard him yell 'fucking' something or other.
Logan found a deserted ally way and pulled his bloody shirt over his head, grabbing a clean muscle shirt, and pulling his leather jacket on after. That sick fuck. Logan shuddered. He refused to live off his looks. He would lose all respect for himself whatsoever. Smoothing his hair down and grabbing a cigar, he walked out on the trashed sidewalk, hookers and hobos watching him.
Someone else was watching him too. A pair of dark blue eyes shielded by a hood trailed him. He noticed the black bag the mutant was caring. Running away? Logan's stride was less confident, less cocky then last night. When he got to him, Logan's confidence would be shattered forever. The man smiled, the mutant was truly eye candy.
Logan stopped. Where was he supposed to go from here? He looked around him and saw a strange black hooded man watching him. He squinted, trying to block out the sun.
"Hey beautiful, we meet again," A voice drawled. Logan's concentration was thrown. He looked for the source of the voice. It was a woman. She was wearing red fishnets with black boots that matched her black eye. Logan guessed one of her customers had gotten a little rough.
"We've met before?" He raised his right eyebrow out of habit, and looked again for the black hooded man, but he was gone.
"Yea, in the bar last night sweetie. You in the mood?"
"Only if you'll pay me." He shook his head.
"I'd do that. I'd pay you just to see your dick. You look big. Are you?" Logan almost smiled. Suddenly a man in a purple coat came out, looking odd with plum lipstick smeared on. His fake eyelashes fluttered.
"What are you doing Danielle? Get back in the hore house, I'm sending out Julia. You, sick fuck, we don't pay you, you pay us. Get lost if you disagree." Logan rolled his eyes and walked away, Danielle blowing a kiss.
"Get in the house bitch!" He heard her pimp yell. What a life. Logan shook his head. Looking back for the black hooded man, was about to shrug it off when he saw a black figure up ahead. Logan cautiously followed. Why would someone be watching him?
The man's eyes widened in fear. The mutant was coming towards him, fast. He must have seen. Flipping a switch on what appeared to be a wrist watch, he spoke rapidly and callously.
"Get me a team of imobizers here stat, tranquilizers, M26s, everything."
"Yes Stryker sir." It would be impossible to get men from their base in Alkali Lake to find to Stryker in time, so he set up a mini base with weapons, and five men.
The operator who took the call turned to the men.
"Stryker is 34.6 feet from here, 38 paces if you run." The men nodded and left, people on the streets seeing their weapons, but not thinking much about it.
Logan turned the corner and saw the man in the black coat. He growled. "You got a bone teh pick with me bub?" Stryker couldn't help it. He smiled. Logan's eyes were ablaze. "Well?" He walked closer to the man. Stryker's smile sustained.
"Yes." Logan grabbed the black collar.
"Yes? What the hell do you want then?" Stryker's breath came short. He was so close to him, so beautiful...
Logan heard the guns load behind him. One man shot a tranquilizer, hitting his left shoulder. Logan let out a sustained cry, grabbing Stryker; he faced them, his defense the pudgy man.
"You wanna shoot me, shoot me!" He threatened.
"Don't shoot!" Stryker yelled. The three men held their guns at the ready, as two men from behind started shooting bullets into Logan's back.
"Is he sure this is the mutant?" One of the men whispered. Logan threw Stryker into the stone wall of the building and advanced towards the men.
"Yup, this is him," He answered.
Logan felt like a cadged animal, being laughed at as the children throw rocks at him. Except these were bullets. An agonizing pain in his leg threw him for a second; he leaned against the wall, and faintly heard men yell, 'Tranquilizers!'. Two needles settled neatly in his abs. Logan growled and reached to pull them out, when two more needles nested in his arm. What did they want?
Logan reared up; whatever it was, he wouldn't let them get it. With an effort, he made his way to the two men, bullets and needles flying everywhere. He saw one of them grab his tranquilizer ready to shoot; so he grabbed his partner next to him, and used him as a shield. The man instantly crumpled in his arms, and Logan grabbed his gun. He shot two of the men, one flying back, dead.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Stryker, a three inch thick needle in his hand. Logan turned quickly but the point of the spike caught his arm. Logan didn't even remember screaming as Stryker pumped the deadly substance into his vein. Logan's eyes watered and his body heaved falling to the ground, trying to get the vile substance out.
"Tranquilizers!" Stryker yelled, and Logan's body begged for mercy. His hands covered his face and head protectively, though nothing would help him now. "Stop!" Stryker commanded. Logan's breath came winded and rapid. It sounded like he just ran twenty miles.
"Good." The man bared his yellow tinted teeth. Logan's body feeling strangely feverish from the foreign needle, he tried to sit up, the men loading their guns and watching him.
"Why?" Was all he could muster. Stryker didn't answer and, stuck a second needle into his battered body. Logan's world went black.