Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-Men movie characters.
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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Hell Jumper = Thank you so much for the review ! Great to see you're still around o! I hope you like this next chapter !
Ebony = I just love Yuriko and Stryker's character ! They just didn't give them enough background in the movie. That's why I'm hoping to explore more of who they truly are in this fanfic ! I also like how Logan, Stryker and Yuriko are connected to each other --- and I'll probably explore that "connection" too !
Peets96 = Yuriko is definitely alive in this one !!! Thanks for the review :D!!!! Well, here's what's going to happen next....
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CHAPTER V: The choices that we make
He was nothingness --- just like the clear sky above him. Perhaps that would be the best way to describe him --- nothing. He couldn't justify nor remember his existence, nor his past. His life was a void that he could never fill and understand.
Stryker closed his eyes and felt the cool chill of the wind against his battered body.
"I'm being punished." He whispered weakly. He didn't know why he would think of such a thing. Perhaps he didn't think it. Maybe he felt it. Looking into the eyes of the angry young woman who threatened to kill him a while ago made him feel that.
He remembered how she kept on going on and on about the pain and torture that she went through under him. He remembered the way she looked into his eyes. He remembered each and every word spoken from her lips. She was angry at him....She wanted to kill him.
/"Why?"/ Stryker's hand gently crushed the snow that brushed against his palm.
The young woman knew him.
/"Who is she?"/
He could clearly recall the anger in her voice, the pain in her face, the sorrow in her eyes. Hearing her felt like a long lost memory. But that memory was something he didn't have anymore. Though he knew one person who still did.
/"She called me William......"/
She knew his name, though try as hard as he could, he couldn't remember hers.
He wouldn't ever want to cross paths with her again. To see her would be to stare death in the eyes. But she was the only one who had the key to who he is --- who he was --- or who he could be. So he had to take the risk. He had no other choice. After all, he had nothing to lose. Nothing.
Stryker opened his eyes and struggled to get up, his aching legs making it difficult for him to do so. He stumbled for a few steps before he could completely get into a stable standing position.
The pain riding up the muscles in his left shin made him wince in agony.
/"Must have torn a muscle..."/
He breathed in deeply, filling his lungs with cool air. Even breathing hurt. His body was probably in its worst, but he knew he had to get moving. Lying there in the snow would do him no good.
He brushed some of the snow off his sweater and looked around for any signs of the woman's presence. He couldn't help but blink a couple of times as he surveyed the area around him. Everything looked blurry. He could see the shapes and outlines of the trees, the river, and the snow-covered mountains, but they all looked like one big blur.
He quickly rubbed his eyes in hopes of regaining a perfect vision, but everything still looked blurry.....As if he needed.....
/"Glasses. Eye glasses."/
His hand went up to his face, running over his eyes, where the glasses were supposed to be. He could see his hand perfectly, but everything that was an arm's reach away just faded into a blur.
Stryker felt stupid with his latest discovery. There he was --- a man without a past, without a damn clue who he was, AND he needed glasses to see. How was he going to find her now that he couldn't even see where she was?
Alone. Cold. Battered. Bleeding. Confused. He just couldn't take it anymore.
"ANYONE?!!!" He suddenly shouted out loud at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing in the air.
His eyes looked up at the sky and at the mountainous regions around him. He felt as if he was the only person in the world. That thought bore a pit in his heart, like a void that needed to be filled.
"WHO AM I?!!!" He shouted again, this time, throwing his arms up in the air. "WHERE am I?!!!".
He didn't expect to get any answers. After all, no one was there to answer back, except for the trees, the mountains, the river, and the echo of his own voice.
His arms fell lifelessly on his sides. He'd had enough. If he really did want to find the woman, then he would. Shouting at the sky would bring him nothing but unanswered questions.
A determined look formed on his face as he focused his eyes on the side of the surrounding forest that was nearest to where he was standing. He remembered the young woman heading that way. So if he did want to find her, then that was the direction he was supposed to go.
Stryker pulled the sleeves of his wet sweater over his hands and started trudging towards the forest.
After a few steps, he suddenly heard a familiar voice come from behind him.
"Going that way will lead you deeper into the forest. If you walk deeper within a few days, you'll get lost. If you don't find a way out soon enough, you'll either die of hunger, or get eaten alive by the wolves. Trust me, I know. You left me there with nothing but my undergarments the day after you created me." Yuriko said with a cold look on her face. Her claws were now absent and she seemed calm.
The old man turned around and saw the familiar face that came with the familiar voice. Just a few steps away from him was the only person he had ever seen in what felt like the entirety of his life. At that moment, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to be relieved that she found him, or worried that his life was going to end soon.
"Have you come back to end what you have started?" He asked. He tried to compose himself that time. He didn't want to look weak or scared. He was going to stand up to the woman and get his answers soon enough.
Yuriko looked at him straight in the eyes. "I didn't start it, William. You did."
A look of confusion appeared on his face again. "Look... I....I don't even know what I started. I don't even know you. I don't even know how I got here. I don't know why you're angry at me. I don't even know who I am!!! But you know, right? You know!!!" He said, pointing at Yuriko.
"I know all too well. And sometimes I wish I'd just wake up and just forget all of it. Or wake up and realize that my life with you was just a bad dream." She said in a rather sad tone.
The sound of her voice suddenly gave him a rush of feelings he couldn't understand. Then he looked at her again. He noticed how young she was. And how delicate she looked, now that she was calm and at peace. Did he really hurt her? Did he really do terrible things to her that she claimed he did?
"What did I do to you?" He asked slowly, as if he was unsure if he should have asked the question or not.
But Yuriko just looked at him. The look on her face was that of sadness and anger. She still couldn't believe that she was having such a conversation with a man who had never talked to her like a human being before.
She remembered those days in which he would say a word or two to her, but those were usually the times when he ordered her to kill someone, or do some of his bidding. Either way, all of those orders asked her to do something against her will.
He looked back at her, expecting an answer. But none came. She just stood there looking at him.
Without saying anything, she turned around and started walking away.
"Despite the fact that I despise every ounce of your humanity, I can't deny that I need you for now, William." She said as she walked away.
For him it was a sign that he was allowed to follow. And so he did. He trudged through the snow after her, falling back a few paces away. Even if she was the only person he knew, he still felt uncomfortable being near her.
He kept his eye on Yuriko as he followed her from behind. Without her claws, she didn't seem that threatening to him anymore. She just looked like an ordinary young woman. He also noticed her delicate and svelte physical structure. When standing, he would almost tower over her like a tall, massive structure.
His eyes traveled down to her hands. He remembered how her claws extended from the tips of her fingers, and how she was able to retract them at will, as if they were an extension of her body.
"Stop looking at me." Said Yuriko in an emotionless tone.
Not only did Stryker's project increase her strength, agility, speed and healing factor, but it also heightened her senses to the point that she could almost feel and smell everyone's actions. She knew Wolverine had the same ability. During her fight with him, it was as if he could predict what she was going to do next. But she had the better hand, for her abilities were far more superior. She was created to be the perfect weapon and now she was living life as one.
"You were looking at my hands." She said again. She looked at him from the corner of her eye and extended her claws towards his direction. "You were the one who did this to me, Stryker.".
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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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Hell Jumper = Thank you so much for the review ! Great to see you're still around o! I hope you like this next chapter !
Ebony = I just love Yuriko and Stryker's character ! They just didn't give them enough background in the movie. That's why I'm hoping to explore more of who they truly are in this fanfic ! I also like how Logan, Stryker and Yuriko are connected to each other --- and I'll probably explore that "connection" too !
Peets96 = Yuriko is definitely alive in this one !!! Thanks for the review :D!!!! Well, here's what's going to happen next....
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CHAPTER V: The choices that we make
He was nothingness --- just like the clear sky above him. Perhaps that would be the best way to describe him --- nothing. He couldn't justify nor remember his existence, nor his past. His life was a void that he could never fill and understand.
Stryker closed his eyes and felt the cool chill of the wind against his battered body.
"I'm being punished." He whispered weakly. He didn't know why he would think of such a thing. Perhaps he didn't think it. Maybe he felt it. Looking into the eyes of the angry young woman who threatened to kill him a while ago made him feel that.
He remembered how she kept on going on and on about the pain and torture that she went through under him. He remembered the way she looked into his eyes. He remembered each and every word spoken from her lips. She was angry at him....She wanted to kill him.
/"Why?"/ Stryker's hand gently crushed the snow that brushed against his palm.
The young woman knew him.
/"Who is she?"/
He could clearly recall the anger in her voice, the pain in her face, the sorrow in her eyes. Hearing her felt like a long lost memory. But that memory was something he didn't have anymore. Though he knew one person who still did.
/"She called me William......"/
She knew his name, though try as hard as he could, he couldn't remember hers.
He wouldn't ever want to cross paths with her again. To see her would be to stare death in the eyes. But she was the only one who had the key to who he is --- who he was --- or who he could be. So he had to take the risk. He had no other choice. After all, he had nothing to lose. Nothing.
Stryker opened his eyes and struggled to get up, his aching legs making it difficult for him to do so. He stumbled for a few steps before he could completely get into a stable standing position.
The pain riding up the muscles in his left shin made him wince in agony.
/"Must have torn a muscle..."/
He breathed in deeply, filling his lungs with cool air. Even breathing hurt. His body was probably in its worst, but he knew he had to get moving. Lying there in the snow would do him no good.
He brushed some of the snow off his sweater and looked around for any signs of the woman's presence. He couldn't help but blink a couple of times as he surveyed the area around him. Everything looked blurry. He could see the shapes and outlines of the trees, the river, and the snow-covered mountains, but they all looked like one big blur.
He quickly rubbed his eyes in hopes of regaining a perfect vision, but everything still looked blurry.....As if he needed.....
/"Glasses. Eye glasses."/
His hand went up to his face, running over his eyes, where the glasses were supposed to be. He could see his hand perfectly, but everything that was an arm's reach away just faded into a blur.
Stryker felt stupid with his latest discovery. There he was --- a man without a past, without a damn clue who he was, AND he needed glasses to see. How was he going to find her now that he couldn't even see where she was?
Alone. Cold. Battered. Bleeding. Confused. He just couldn't take it anymore.
"ANYONE?!!!" He suddenly shouted out loud at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing in the air.
His eyes looked up at the sky and at the mountainous regions around him. He felt as if he was the only person in the world. That thought bore a pit in his heart, like a void that needed to be filled.
"WHO AM I?!!!" He shouted again, this time, throwing his arms up in the air. "WHERE am I?!!!".
He didn't expect to get any answers. After all, no one was there to answer back, except for the trees, the mountains, the river, and the echo of his own voice.
His arms fell lifelessly on his sides. He'd had enough. If he really did want to find the woman, then he would. Shouting at the sky would bring him nothing but unanswered questions.
A determined look formed on his face as he focused his eyes on the side of the surrounding forest that was nearest to where he was standing. He remembered the young woman heading that way. So if he did want to find her, then that was the direction he was supposed to go.
Stryker pulled the sleeves of his wet sweater over his hands and started trudging towards the forest.
After a few steps, he suddenly heard a familiar voice come from behind him.
"Going that way will lead you deeper into the forest. If you walk deeper within a few days, you'll get lost. If you don't find a way out soon enough, you'll either die of hunger, or get eaten alive by the wolves. Trust me, I know. You left me there with nothing but my undergarments the day after you created me." Yuriko said with a cold look on her face. Her claws were now absent and she seemed calm.
The old man turned around and saw the familiar face that came with the familiar voice. Just a few steps away from him was the only person he had ever seen in what felt like the entirety of his life. At that moment, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to be relieved that she found him, or worried that his life was going to end soon.
"Have you come back to end what you have started?" He asked. He tried to compose himself that time. He didn't want to look weak or scared. He was going to stand up to the woman and get his answers soon enough.
Yuriko looked at him straight in the eyes. "I didn't start it, William. You did."
A look of confusion appeared on his face again. "Look... I....I don't even know what I started. I don't even know you. I don't even know how I got here. I don't know why you're angry at me. I don't even know who I am!!! But you know, right? You know!!!" He said, pointing at Yuriko.
"I know all too well. And sometimes I wish I'd just wake up and just forget all of it. Or wake up and realize that my life with you was just a bad dream." She said in a rather sad tone.
The sound of her voice suddenly gave him a rush of feelings he couldn't understand. Then he looked at her again. He noticed how young she was. And how delicate she looked, now that she was calm and at peace. Did he really hurt her? Did he really do terrible things to her that she claimed he did?
"What did I do to you?" He asked slowly, as if he was unsure if he should have asked the question or not.
But Yuriko just looked at him. The look on her face was that of sadness and anger. She still couldn't believe that she was having such a conversation with a man who had never talked to her like a human being before.
She remembered those days in which he would say a word or two to her, but those were usually the times when he ordered her to kill someone, or do some of his bidding. Either way, all of those orders asked her to do something against her will.
He looked back at her, expecting an answer. But none came. She just stood there looking at him.
Without saying anything, she turned around and started walking away.
"Despite the fact that I despise every ounce of your humanity, I can't deny that I need you for now, William." She said as she walked away.
For him it was a sign that he was allowed to follow. And so he did. He trudged through the snow after her, falling back a few paces away. Even if she was the only person he knew, he still felt uncomfortable being near her.
He kept his eye on Yuriko as he followed her from behind. Without her claws, she didn't seem that threatening to him anymore. She just looked like an ordinary young woman. He also noticed her delicate and svelte physical structure. When standing, he would almost tower over her like a tall, massive structure.
His eyes traveled down to her hands. He remembered how her claws extended from the tips of her fingers, and how she was able to retract them at will, as if they were an extension of her body.
"Stop looking at me." Said Yuriko in an emotionless tone.
Not only did Stryker's project increase her strength, agility, speed and healing factor, but it also heightened her senses to the point that she could almost feel and smell everyone's actions. She knew Wolverine had the same ability. During her fight with him, it was as if he could predict what she was going to do next. But she had the better hand, for her abilities were far more superior. She was created to be the perfect weapon and now she was living life as one.
"You were looking at my hands." She said again. She looked at him from the corner of her eye and extended her claws towards his direction. "You were the one who did this to me, Stryker.".
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TO BE CONTINUED =)
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