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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THANK YOU so much to those who reviewed the previous chapter : SKETTY24, TOPWITCH and TP96! I'm very grateful that you like my story (even if it's a bit odd .) ! Here's the next chap !!!! Hope you like it !
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Chapter IX : Painful realizations
Yuriko quickly stepped out of the elevator, pulling Stryker after her. She was starting to get tired of hauling him around. She knew she didn't even have to take him with her, but he was the only one who knew who she truly was before she became Lady Deathstrike. Well, he used to know, before his memory loss.
The two of them made their way to Stryker's suite. She took the keys from her pocket and opened the door.
Unlike the other suites that occupied the top floor, Stryker's suite was plain and simple. Its walls were barren, and it emanated dullness. It didn't even have the simplest of decorations. Ghostly curtains hung on the windows and on the entrance to the balcony. Other than that, the only things it had were the appliances he needed.
Yuriko felt a chill when the wind blew against the curtains. It made the place seem emptier than it already was.
Stryker never allowed anyone in there, except for her on occasions. Sometimes he would ask her to retrieve some things for him or accompany him whenever he 'brought his work at home'.
They first area they came across was the living. On the left side of the living room were doors to two other rooms --- The master bedroom and his 'work room'. The work room was where he kept all his files and his home computers. Unfortunately, it's door was locked with a password device, and he was the only one who was supposed to know what the password was.
On the far side of the living room was a sliding door that led to the balcony. Stryker never used the balcony. He just didn't seem like the kind of man who would take the time to treasure the view it could offer.
He would rather see a mutant slain, than sea the beautiful terrains that encircled the area.
Yuriko dragged Stryker towards the bedroom. It was spacious and barren. It only had a bed, a desk, a computer, a couch, a mirror, a built-in cabinet and a television set. On its left side was a door to the bathroom. Her eyes wandered to his desk and saw a framed picture of his wife on it.
She sighed and placed him down on the bed. She looked at his half- conscious body.
/"What am I going to do with you now?"/ She thought to herself. She couldn't go out again with him looking like that. Doing so would just draw more attention to them.
She leaned towards him and placed her hands on the bed. "William, get up! We're going to leave tomorrow and I can't take you with me if you look like that." She was now the one in command.
Stryker just placed his hands on his head and groaned. "My head....."
Yuriko stood up beside the bed and sighed in frustration. "Look, I don't have time for this...I'm through keeping up with you!" She'd had enough of him. It was either he was going to follow her, or she was going to do things her way.
She quickly took off her shoes and marched into the bathroom. She saw the bathtub and turned on the cold water faucet at full. She let the bathtub fill itself and went back to the bedroom to fetch Stryker.
"You're coming with me." She said abruptly.
"What?" He asked in a daze.
She grabbed him by his sweater and dragged him to the bathroom with her. By the time they were back in the bathroom, the bathtub was already filled with cold water.
"What're you doing?" He asked.
"Waking you up." She pushed Stryker face first in the bathtub.
As soon as he felt the cold water engulf his body, he immediately emerged, gasping for air and wiping his face. His lips shook from the freezing temperature. The blood from his wounds mixed with the water, giving it a pinkish color.
"What's going on?!!!" He asked with an angry tone in his voice. His hand ran over the cut on his forehead and he winced in pain.
"You were taking up too much of my time." She said coldly. Despite Stryker's pitiful state, she couldn't feel an ounce of sympathy for him. He took control of her, abused her, took away her life, and she could never forgive that.
She took one of the towels from the towel rack and threw it at him. "Dry yourself then meet me back in the bedroom. We have to get you ready for the trip tomorrow."
Stryker was about to ask where they were going, but she had already exited the bathroom.
Yuriko closed the door behind her and breathed in deeply. She wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing. There was a part of her that wished she had killed him when she first saw him by the river, and there's another part of her that was glad that she didn't. She didn't even know if he would regain his memory again. She needed his memory back, and that was why they were going to meet with the professor soon --- meet with the professor, and Logan.
But now was not the time to think of the future. She still had something in her hands. She walked towards the closet and opened it. It was filled with Stryker's business suits and military clothes. It hardly had anything that could be worn in a casual, day-to-day basis.
Yuriko went down on her knees and opened some of the drawers that occupied the lower part of the closet. She remembered him storing some medical supplies there before. One of the drawers had Stryker's medication in it.
She knew he had been taking anti-depressant drugs in extremely high dozes after his wife died. Those drugs probably kept him from becoming even more of a madman than he already was.
She closed the drawer and opened another one. Her eyes opened wide as she saw something that refueled her anger towards Stryker. The drawer was filled with the control fluid that he had used on her for years. Yuriko felt her heart beating faster as she looked at the drugs. She wanted to burn it all. Burn it all with his flesh burning alongside them.
She quickly and angrily closed the drawer, creating a loud, banging sound that echoed in the room. Seeing those drugs brought back so many painful memories she wished she could just forget.
Cold sweat trickled down her forehead. She looked at the drawer and reminded herself to never open it again. She wiped the sweat with the back of her hand and licked her lips as she opened another one. She hoped to find something more pleasant this time.
/"Medical supplies."/ She thought to herself. The drawer was filled with medicine, bandages and syringes. She wasn't really sure why Stryker decided to keep them in his suite. It was probably because he disliked going to the hospital. He actually didn't like going out in public altogether. The man had lived as an island for so long.
Yuriko carefully took out the medical supplies from the drawer. She was unsure of how grave his injuries were, but she knew she would have to settle with the supplies she had at the moment.
Stryker's lips shook as he stepped out of the chilly waters of the bathtub. He didn't know if he should be angry with the girl for what she did, or feel sorry for himself. He didn't even know where she had brought him this time. He was still as confused as he was when she first found him by the river.
He dried his hair off with the towel that Yuriko had given him. He was careful not to rub the wound that ran across his right temple. The bleeding from the wound had ceased, but he knew it would start again soon. The cut was too deep, wide, and swollen. He could feel it throbbing on the side of his head.
He lifted the towel from his face and saw an image in the mirror before him.
Yuriko was suddenly startled when she heard someone scream from the bathroom. She dropped the medical supplies and stood up.
/"Stryker?"/ She thought with a confused look on her face. /"What now?"/
She ran towards the bathroom and quickly opened the door.
She saw him looking at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes had a terrified look in them, as if he was shocked by the imagery that stared back at him. He reached out and slowly touched the creases on the face of his mirrored self.
"I'm old." He whispered under his breath. He didn't even notice Yuriko standing by the door.
His hand fell on the sink and slowly slipped away as he walked backwards. The terrified look in his eyes lingered. He wanted to escape from the image that was himself.
"No....That can't be me." He felt his back hit the wall. He felt trapped. He wanted to claw his way out, but his eyes were drawn to the face that lay in front of him.
"This is a mistake." He could feel his heart beating faster. He was on the verge of panicking.
"That is no mistake." Yuriko said as she leaned against the doorway.
"That can't be me....." He looked at her, his voice filled with fear. "That can't be..." His lips shook as he talked. His eyes longed for answers. He was afraid. He was scared --- scared that everything around him was real.
"You are who you are, William." She said coldly. "Accept that fact."
She didn't know if she should feel triumphant now that Stryker was the one who was scared, alone and lost. She remembered herself going through a similar dilemma when she was first brought into the world as Lady Deathstrike. But unlike him, she wasn't given the time to ask questions. She wasn't given the opportunity to ask who she was or what she was.
Because when she first opened her eyes, the first thing she saw, the first thing she felt, was him, forcing her naked body to lay face down on a cold, steel table as he dropped the control fluid on the back of her neck. That was when she knew she had entered hell. The life she lived as Lady Deathstrike wasn't hers from the beginning.
Yuriko's thoughts were suddenly cut short by the sound of his voice.
"What are you saying?! That I'm an old man --- an old man who had lost his entire memory?!" He asked with an angry, confused tone in his voice. His back still lay against the wall, his chest moving up and down as he breathed.
"What about the people I've met?! The things I've done?! My families and friends?! What about the life I lived?! I can't even remember a second of it! I've lost an entire lifetime!!!." He closed his eyes and hit the back of his head against the wall, in hopes that it would bring back some, even a little portion of his past. "I've lost all of it."
"You didn't have much to lose from the beginning" Yuriko said. She looked cold and uncaring. How could she feel pity for a man who had given her so much pain?
====== ==== TO BE CONTINUED Reviews are greatly appreciated :)!
Title: Unforgivable Sinners
By: Cmdr. Gabe E.
Note: This fanfiction occurs entirely in the X-Men movie-verse . Characters' unspoken thoughts are enclosed in .
==============================
THANK YOU so much to those who reviewed the previous chapter : SKETTY24, TOPWITCH and TP96! I'm very grateful that you like my story (even if it's a bit odd .) ! Here's the next chap !!!! Hope you like it !
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Chapter IX : Painful realizations
Yuriko quickly stepped out of the elevator, pulling Stryker after her. She was starting to get tired of hauling him around. She knew she didn't even have to take him with her, but he was the only one who knew who she truly was before she became Lady Deathstrike. Well, he used to know, before his memory loss.
The two of them made their way to Stryker's suite. She took the keys from her pocket and opened the door.
Unlike the other suites that occupied the top floor, Stryker's suite was plain and simple. Its walls were barren, and it emanated dullness. It didn't even have the simplest of decorations. Ghostly curtains hung on the windows and on the entrance to the balcony. Other than that, the only things it had were the appliances he needed.
Yuriko felt a chill when the wind blew against the curtains. It made the place seem emptier than it already was.
Stryker never allowed anyone in there, except for her on occasions. Sometimes he would ask her to retrieve some things for him or accompany him whenever he 'brought his work at home'.
They first area they came across was the living. On the left side of the living room were doors to two other rooms --- The master bedroom and his 'work room'. The work room was where he kept all his files and his home computers. Unfortunately, it's door was locked with a password device, and he was the only one who was supposed to know what the password was.
On the far side of the living room was a sliding door that led to the balcony. Stryker never used the balcony. He just didn't seem like the kind of man who would take the time to treasure the view it could offer.
He would rather see a mutant slain, than sea the beautiful terrains that encircled the area.
Yuriko dragged Stryker towards the bedroom. It was spacious and barren. It only had a bed, a desk, a computer, a couch, a mirror, a built-in cabinet and a television set. On its left side was a door to the bathroom. Her eyes wandered to his desk and saw a framed picture of his wife on it.
She sighed and placed him down on the bed. She looked at his half- conscious body.
/"What am I going to do with you now?"/ She thought to herself. She couldn't go out again with him looking like that. Doing so would just draw more attention to them.
She leaned towards him and placed her hands on the bed. "William, get up! We're going to leave tomorrow and I can't take you with me if you look like that." She was now the one in command.
Stryker just placed his hands on his head and groaned. "My head....."
Yuriko stood up beside the bed and sighed in frustration. "Look, I don't have time for this...I'm through keeping up with you!" She'd had enough of him. It was either he was going to follow her, or she was going to do things her way.
She quickly took off her shoes and marched into the bathroom. She saw the bathtub and turned on the cold water faucet at full. She let the bathtub fill itself and went back to the bedroom to fetch Stryker.
"You're coming with me." She said abruptly.
"What?" He asked in a daze.
She grabbed him by his sweater and dragged him to the bathroom with her. By the time they were back in the bathroom, the bathtub was already filled with cold water.
"What're you doing?" He asked.
"Waking you up." She pushed Stryker face first in the bathtub.
As soon as he felt the cold water engulf his body, he immediately emerged, gasping for air and wiping his face. His lips shook from the freezing temperature. The blood from his wounds mixed with the water, giving it a pinkish color.
"What's going on?!!!" He asked with an angry tone in his voice. His hand ran over the cut on his forehead and he winced in pain.
"You were taking up too much of my time." She said coldly. Despite Stryker's pitiful state, she couldn't feel an ounce of sympathy for him. He took control of her, abused her, took away her life, and she could never forgive that.
She took one of the towels from the towel rack and threw it at him. "Dry yourself then meet me back in the bedroom. We have to get you ready for the trip tomorrow."
Stryker was about to ask where they were going, but she had already exited the bathroom.
Yuriko closed the door behind her and breathed in deeply. She wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing. There was a part of her that wished she had killed him when she first saw him by the river, and there's another part of her that was glad that she didn't. She didn't even know if he would regain his memory again. She needed his memory back, and that was why they were going to meet with the professor soon --- meet with the professor, and Logan.
But now was not the time to think of the future. She still had something in her hands. She walked towards the closet and opened it. It was filled with Stryker's business suits and military clothes. It hardly had anything that could be worn in a casual, day-to-day basis.
Yuriko went down on her knees and opened some of the drawers that occupied the lower part of the closet. She remembered him storing some medical supplies there before. One of the drawers had Stryker's medication in it.
She knew he had been taking anti-depressant drugs in extremely high dozes after his wife died. Those drugs probably kept him from becoming even more of a madman than he already was.
She closed the drawer and opened another one. Her eyes opened wide as she saw something that refueled her anger towards Stryker. The drawer was filled with the control fluid that he had used on her for years. Yuriko felt her heart beating faster as she looked at the drugs. She wanted to burn it all. Burn it all with his flesh burning alongside them.
She quickly and angrily closed the drawer, creating a loud, banging sound that echoed in the room. Seeing those drugs brought back so many painful memories she wished she could just forget.
Cold sweat trickled down her forehead. She looked at the drawer and reminded herself to never open it again. She wiped the sweat with the back of her hand and licked her lips as she opened another one. She hoped to find something more pleasant this time.
/"Medical supplies."/ She thought to herself. The drawer was filled with medicine, bandages and syringes. She wasn't really sure why Stryker decided to keep them in his suite. It was probably because he disliked going to the hospital. He actually didn't like going out in public altogether. The man had lived as an island for so long.
Yuriko carefully took out the medical supplies from the drawer. She was unsure of how grave his injuries were, but she knew she would have to settle with the supplies she had at the moment.
Stryker's lips shook as he stepped out of the chilly waters of the bathtub. He didn't know if he should be angry with the girl for what she did, or feel sorry for himself. He didn't even know where she had brought him this time. He was still as confused as he was when she first found him by the river.
He dried his hair off with the towel that Yuriko had given him. He was careful not to rub the wound that ran across his right temple. The bleeding from the wound had ceased, but he knew it would start again soon. The cut was too deep, wide, and swollen. He could feel it throbbing on the side of his head.
He lifted the towel from his face and saw an image in the mirror before him.
Yuriko was suddenly startled when she heard someone scream from the bathroom. She dropped the medical supplies and stood up.
/"Stryker?"/ She thought with a confused look on her face. /"What now?"/
She ran towards the bathroom and quickly opened the door.
She saw him looking at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes had a terrified look in them, as if he was shocked by the imagery that stared back at him. He reached out and slowly touched the creases on the face of his mirrored self.
"I'm old." He whispered under his breath. He didn't even notice Yuriko standing by the door.
His hand fell on the sink and slowly slipped away as he walked backwards. The terrified look in his eyes lingered. He wanted to escape from the image that was himself.
"No....That can't be me." He felt his back hit the wall. He felt trapped. He wanted to claw his way out, but his eyes were drawn to the face that lay in front of him.
"This is a mistake." He could feel his heart beating faster. He was on the verge of panicking.
"That is no mistake." Yuriko said as she leaned against the doorway.
"That can't be me....." He looked at her, his voice filled with fear. "That can't be..." His lips shook as he talked. His eyes longed for answers. He was afraid. He was scared --- scared that everything around him was real.
"You are who you are, William." She said coldly. "Accept that fact."
She didn't know if she should feel triumphant now that Stryker was the one who was scared, alone and lost. She remembered herself going through a similar dilemma when she was first brought into the world as Lady Deathstrike. But unlike him, she wasn't given the time to ask questions. She wasn't given the opportunity to ask who she was or what she was.
Because when she first opened her eyes, the first thing she saw, the first thing she felt, was him, forcing her naked body to lay face down on a cold, steel table as he dropped the control fluid on the back of her neck. That was when she knew she had entered hell. The life she lived as Lady Deathstrike wasn't hers from the beginning.
Yuriko's thoughts were suddenly cut short by the sound of his voice.
"What are you saying?! That I'm an old man --- an old man who had lost his entire memory?!" He asked with an angry, confused tone in his voice. His back still lay against the wall, his chest moving up and down as he breathed.
"What about the people I've met?! The things I've done?! My families and friends?! What about the life I lived?! I can't even remember a second of it! I've lost an entire lifetime!!!." He closed his eyes and hit the back of his head against the wall, in hopes that it would bring back some, even a little portion of his past. "I've lost all of it."
"You didn't have much to lose from the beginning" Yuriko said. She looked cold and uncaring. How could she feel pity for a man who had given her so much pain?
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