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Title: Unforgivable Sinners
By: Cmdr. Gabe E.
Note: This fanfiction occurs entirely in the X-Men movie-verse . Characters' unspoken thoughts are enclosed in .
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CHAPTER III: Fate's twisted reunion
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Yuriko quickly looked around for the nearest shore. The damages she incurred during her fight with Wolverine and her struggle with the liquid adamantium had made her very weak and exhausted. It looks like not even she, the previously renowned Lady Deathstrike, could come out from such injuries unscathed.
She immediately swam towards the right side of the lake. The shore was still a mile or two away, but the thought of freedom and fresh air lingered in her mind. The sooner she gets to the shore, the sooner she would be free to stand and walk on her own to feet.
But if there was something she needed at the moment, it was rest. Despite the fact that her body was built for the harshest fighting conditions, it still needed rest to ensure the full regeneration of her body's cells and tissues.
Yuriko kicked and paddled against the lake's waves. Frequent smiles appeared on her lips in between her heavy breaths as she got closer and closer to the shore.
After a while, she finally felt her feet touch the snowy earth. She fell on her knees and slowly crawled further onto the land, away from the icy waters. She had never felt that exhausted and weak before.
Then she realized another effect of the drug Stryker used on her. The drug not only made her submissive to Stryker's commands, but it prevented her from feeling fatigue, hunger and other feelings that naturally come from an overworked body.
She remembered the days wherein she would go on a full week without her body feeling tired, though her mind cried in pain and exhaustion. Those thoughts made her shiver.
/"I am free now....No more nightmares..."/ She thought to herself comfortingly.
She looked around the shore for other signs of life, but found none. She wasn't sure if the X-Men escaped, or if Wolverine escaped, but somehow she knew they did. Oh how she wished she could have fought alongside them from the beginning.
But everything had already been said and done. The battle had been won by the X-Men. As for her, she was finally free ... Free, tired and ALONE.
The word 'alone' echoed in her mind as exhaustion took over her body. Her eyes slowly closed and her body fell forward towards the snowy earth.
But before she could fall into a deep slumber....
/"Wait!"/ She suddenly thought to herself. Her eyes opened wide and she got on her knees, brushing off some of the snow as she did. She slowly got on her feet, pushing herself to stand despite the painful aching sensation in her entire body.
Her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of a dark figure lying by the shore a couple of miles from where she was standing. She couldn't tell who it was, but it seemed like a man.
"At least now I have the freedom to do what's right. To do what I want for a change." She muttered to herself proudly. She massaged the back of her neck real quick and then made her way to the unconscious stranger.
Yuriko's pace gradually slowed down as she got closer to the unconscious man. Looking at him made her feel uneasy.... And she didn't like how familiar he looked. There was something about his figure that made her stomach churn. There was something about the unconscious man that made her want to turn away and run.
Then she knew that running wasn't going to be an option anymore. She stopped right next to the unconscious figure, her tall physique towering over the burly man who lay face down on the snow before her. She couldn't see his face, but somehow, she knew who he was.
The man wore a black turtleneck shirt and military pants. He had no shoes on, nor socks. A small pool of blood coming from his body soaked the snow by his right rib and his head.
Yes. She knew him all too well. She didn't even need to see his face to know that it was the man who enslaved her --- The man who took away her past just so that she could endlessly kill for him. He was the man who made her into a puppet. A puppet whose life slowly wilted away as it sinned day by day. He was none other than William Stryker.
Just looking at his limping form made her want to protrude her claws and rip him into tiny, bloody pieces. That was how much she hated him. And if it was up to her, she would send him to hell herself.
She looked at Stryker's form again. She wasn't actually sure if he was still alive. It looked like he had gone through a nasty beating. Wolverine probably caught up with him after their fight. Aside from that, he might have already drowned even before washing up onto the shore. Perhaps she's already looking at a dead man --- A dead man who had died together with the secrets of her past before the Deathstrike project.
"They say curiosity kills a cat. Well, there's only one way to find out of that saying is true." She mumbled in a low voice.
It would pain her to once again look at the face of the man who had enslaved her, but she had to know if he was still alive. Because if he was, then maybe she would know who she was before she became Lady Deathstrike.
Her mind was saying 'no', but she had to find out. She must find out who she was. He was the only key to her past, like he was to Wolverine.
Yuriko got onto her knees beside Stryker's battered form. She swallowed nervously and slowly reached out to touch his shoulder. The shirt he was wearing was cold when it came in contact with her skin. But when her hand pressed harder against him, she felt the warmth of his shoulder through his apparel.
She quickly pulled her hand away, as she looked at his unconscious form with fearful eyes.
/"He's alive. No..."/
Mixed emotions lingered within her as she looked at the hand that touched him. A while ago, she wanted him to be alive. That was the only way she would know who she was. And yet, the thought about that monster being alive sent shivers up her spine. For so long she had wanted him dead. And now that he was defenseless, ready to be slaughtered, she started to have her doubts.
/"Run away now, Yuriko. It doesn't matter if the only thing you can remember is your name and your suffering. You have your future ahead of you now. You do not need the past anymore. You have your freedom. You have Logan."/
But her curiosity got the best of her. She quickly grabbed Stryker by the shoulder, and pulled him so that he would be lying on his back. His limp form did nothing but move with the force of her strong pull.
Once again she was looking at the face of the man she abhorred. Seeing his face made her want to cry. He looked as good as dead as he lay in front of her. There was snow scattered all over his face, his hair, his clothes. She knew she could end it now. End his life now with one blow. To see him alive again was just not worth her past.
"I'm sorry, William. But I do not need my past anymore. Unlike you, I want to leave my past behind and move on to the future. Goodbye, old friend." She whispered in a sarcastic tone.
An angered look formed on her face as she extended her adamantium claws. She was finally going to give justice where justice is due.
She raised her armed hand above his neck and breathed in deeply. In one swift motion, she moved her claws towards his neck to strike her final blow.
But before her claws could touch him, his eyes suddenly opened.
Yuriko's claws hovered a centimeter above his neck. His cold, blue eyes looked at her. And she stared back. She couldn't hold back the fear that was showing in her eyes. She feared him so much that she couldn't even kill him now that he was conscious.
/"Kill him, Yuriko! Kill him before he kills you again!"/ She thought to herself.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Title: Unforgivable Sinners
By: Cmdr. Gabe E.
Note: This fanfiction occurs entirely in the X-Men movie-verse . Characters' unspoken thoughts are enclosed in .
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CHAPTER III: Fate's twisted reunion
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Yuriko quickly looked around for the nearest shore. The damages she incurred during her fight with Wolverine and her struggle with the liquid adamantium had made her very weak and exhausted. It looks like not even she, the previously renowned Lady Deathstrike, could come out from such injuries unscathed.
She immediately swam towards the right side of the lake. The shore was still a mile or two away, but the thought of freedom and fresh air lingered in her mind. The sooner she gets to the shore, the sooner she would be free to stand and walk on her own to feet.
But if there was something she needed at the moment, it was rest. Despite the fact that her body was built for the harshest fighting conditions, it still needed rest to ensure the full regeneration of her body's cells and tissues.
Yuriko kicked and paddled against the lake's waves. Frequent smiles appeared on her lips in between her heavy breaths as she got closer and closer to the shore.
After a while, she finally felt her feet touch the snowy earth. She fell on her knees and slowly crawled further onto the land, away from the icy waters. She had never felt that exhausted and weak before.
Then she realized another effect of the drug Stryker used on her. The drug not only made her submissive to Stryker's commands, but it prevented her from feeling fatigue, hunger and other feelings that naturally come from an overworked body.
She remembered the days wherein she would go on a full week without her body feeling tired, though her mind cried in pain and exhaustion. Those thoughts made her shiver.
/"I am free now....No more nightmares..."/ She thought to herself comfortingly.
She looked around the shore for other signs of life, but found none. She wasn't sure if the X-Men escaped, or if Wolverine escaped, but somehow she knew they did. Oh how she wished she could have fought alongside them from the beginning.
But everything had already been said and done. The battle had been won by the X-Men. As for her, she was finally free ... Free, tired and ALONE.
The word 'alone' echoed in her mind as exhaustion took over her body. Her eyes slowly closed and her body fell forward towards the snowy earth.
But before she could fall into a deep slumber....
/"Wait!"/ She suddenly thought to herself. Her eyes opened wide and she got on her knees, brushing off some of the snow as she did. She slowly got on her feet, pushing herself to stand despite the painful aching sensation in her entire body.
Her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of a dark figure lying by the shore a couple of miles from where she was standing. She couldn't tell who it was, but it seemed like a man.
"At least now I have the freedom to do what's right. To do what I want for a change." She muttered to herself proudly. She massaged the back of her neck real quick and then made her way to the unconscious stranger.
Yuriko's pace gradually slowed down as she got closer to the unconscious man. Looking at him made her feel uneasy.... And she didn't like how familiar he looked. There was something about his figure that made her stomach churn. There was something about the unconscious man that made her want to turn away and run.
Then she knew that running wasn't going to be an option anymore. She stopped right next to the unconscious figure, her tall physique towering over the burly man who lay face down on the snow before her. She couldn't see his face, but somehow, she knew who he was.
The man wore a black turtleneck shirt and military pants. He had no shoes on, nor socks. A small pool of blood coming from his body soaked the snow by his right rib and his head.
Yes. She knew him all too well. She didn't even need to see his face to know that it was the man who enslaved her --- The man who took away her past just so that she could endlessly kill for him. He was the man who made her into a puppet. A puppet whose life slowly wilted away as it sinned day by day. He was none other than William Stryker.
Just looking at his limping form made her want to protrude her claws and rip him into tiny, bloody pieces. That was how much she hated him. And if it was up to her, she would send him to hell herself.
She looked at Stryker's form again. She wasn't actually sure if he was still alive. It looked like he had gone through a nasty beating. Wolverine probably caught up with him after their fight. Aside from that, he might have already drowned even before washing up onto the shore. Perhaps she's already looking at a dead man --- A dead man who had died together with the secrets of her past before the Deathstrike project.
"They say curiosity kills a cat. Well, there's only one way to find out of that saying is true." She mumbled in a low voice.
It would pain her to once again look at the face of the man who had enslaved her, but she had to know if he was still alive. Because if he was, then maybe she would know who she was before she became Lady Deathstrike.
Her mind was saying 'no', but she had to find out. She must find out who she was. He was the only key to her past, like he was to Wolverine.
Yuriko got onto her knees beside Stryker's battered form. She swallowed nervously and slowly reached out to touch his shoulder. The shirt he was wearing was cold when it came in contact with her skin. But when her hand pressed harder against him, she felt the warmth of his shoulder through his apparel.
She quickly pulled her hand away, as she looked at his unconscious form with fearful eyes.
/"He's alive. No..."/
Mixed emotions lingered within her as she looked at the hand that touched him. A while ago, she wanted him to be alive. That was the only way she would know who she was. And yet, the thought about that monster being alive sent shivers up her spine. For so long she had wanted him dead. And now that he was defenseless, ready to be slaughtered, she started to have her doubts.
/"Run away now, Yuriko. It doesn't matter if the only thing you can remember is your name and your suffering. You have your future ahead of you now. You do not need the past anymore. You have your freedom. You have Logan."/
But her curiosity got the best of her. She quickly grabbed Stryker by the shoulder, and pulled him so that he would be lying on his back. His limp form did nothing but move with the force of her strong pull.
Once again she was looking at the face of the man she abhorred. Seeing his face made her want to cry. He looked as good as dead as he lay in front of her. There was snow scattered all over his face, his hair, his clothes. She knew she could end it now. End his life now with one blow. To see him alive again was just not worth her past.
"I'm sorry, William. But I do not need my past anymore. Unlike you, I want to leave my past behind and move on to the future. Goodbye, old friend." She whispered in a sarcastic tone.
An angered look formed on her face as she extended her adamantium claws. She was finally going to give justice where justice is due.
She raised her armed hand above his neck and breathed in deeply. In one swift motion, she moved her claws towards his neck to strike her final blow.
But before her claws could touch him, his eyes suddenly opened.
Yuriko's claws hovered a centimeter above his neck. His cold, blue eyes looked at her. And she stared back. She couldn't hold back the fear that was showing in her eyes. She feared him so much that she couldn't even kill him now that he was conscious.
/"Kill him, Yuriko! Kill him before he kills you again!"/ She thought to herself.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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