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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TOPWITCH, SKETTY24, TP96 and DIVINE GUARDIAN = THANK YOU so much for the reviews ! Topwitch, it's kewl that this fanfic made ya feel better (despite its angsty atmosphere . lol.). I hope this day went great for ya !
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Yuriko's form towered over him as she looked at his unconscious body. He probably couldn't take the fatigue and the pain anymore. Any man who had been through what he he'd been through that day would have also fainted in exhaustion.
"William." She called out to him and gently kicked him on the shoulder.
His body moved from the force of her kick, but that was the only movement it made. He was out cold.
She kneeled beside him and tilted his head to her side. That gave her a clear view of his head injury. Her eyes hovered down to his closed eyes and noticed the calm look on his face. He may not be a threat to her anymore, but she still hated him as much as she hated him before.
"You may claim that you are not the man you once were. But you still are, Stryker. No matter how hard you try you will still be the man I once knew." She said in a whisper.
She stood up and retrieved the medical supplies from the bed. She made her way back to his side and sat right next to him. She wasn't sure if the supplies she had were enough to patch the wound. The cut was wider and deeper than she expected.
Yuriko unpacked some of the bandages and pressed it against his injury. The white bandage slowly turned red as it absorbed the light bleeding that oozed from the cut. She tore wide pieces of medical tape and placed them over the dressing. That would hold the bandage for now.
She realized she should have knocked Stryker out in the first place. Having him unconscious made things so much easier.
She pulled him beside the nearest corner of the bed and placed him in a sitting position. He was still unconscious. His head drooped down as his back leaned against the bed.
She unpacked more bandages and carefully wrapped them around his forehead. She didn't know how long the bandages would stop the bleeding, but it would keep his wound from getting infected later on.
Yuriko moved to his right and noticed trails of blood running down his hand. She slowly rolled up his sleeve and saw more blood streaming down his arm. Her eyes caught sight of three puncture wounds that were located below his shoulder.
Seeing those wounds brought back memories of the man who was just like her.....
"Wolverine....". She whispered under her breath.
She placed her hand on her stomach and remembered when he stabbed him there. She could still feel the pain when his adamantium claws mercilessly tore through her flesh. And yet she didn't hate Wolverine. She admired him and respected him.
She knew she was going to meet him again soon. Tomorrow she will come face to face with the man who had defeated her. And this time, she was going to meet him as an ally --- as a friend --- as an equal.
She took more bandages and firmly wrapped them around Stryker's arm. She gently rolled down his sleeve and looked at his unmoving form. Now that he was asleep, she could finally have time for herself. But she first had to make sure that he wouldn't cause any trouble just in case he regained his consciousness or his memory.
Yuriko pulled the blanket off the bed and tore off a quarter of it with her claws. She kneeled down next to Stryker and moved his hands behind the leg of the bed that he was leaning against.
Using the smaller piece that she tore from the blanket, she tied his hands and lower arms to the leg and made sure that the bind was tight and firm. She couldn't risk having him walk around freely. Because if he regained his memories while she was sleeping, it could possibly mean the end of her newly found freedom.
Soon enough, she could already feel fatigue catching up with her too. For nearly 14 years she had done nothing but follow orders. In those fourteen years she had never slept nor rested. Even when Stryker asked her to go to bed, her mind would still keep on working. She would close her eyes and still see the images of the events that happened in the day that passed. It was one of the drug's side effects.
But now she was finally free from that drug. She was now in control of her life. She could finally sleep after 14 years of torture. Sleep as much as she wanted to. Yuriko exhaustingly crawled on the bed and laid on her stomach. She felt the softness of the bed's cushion press against her body.
She slipped the elastic band off her ponytail and felt some of her hair touch her face. She sighed with contentment as her cheek rubbed against the soft sheets. It was her first time to experience such comfort. Oh how long had she wished for that moment.
Yuriko smiled as she slowly closed her eyes. She embraced the feeling of serenity that came with her sleep.
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Stryker awoke from the glare of the sunlight that shone through the window. He was surprised to see himself sitting beside the bed. He didn't remember falling asleep there. He couldn't even believe that it was already morning. He tried to move his arms, but felt them tied behind his back.
"What the?" He didn't even remember being tied up.
He tried to move them again, but his hands remained bound to the leg of the bed. Whoever tied him there definitely did a good job. He made another attempt to set himself free, but the bind just got tighter around his wrists.
He grunted in frustration. He knew who had put him there.
"Yuriko Oyama!!!" He shouted.
The bathroom door opened and out walked Yuriko.
"I see you're already awake." She said coldly.
His eyes were filled with anger as he looked at her. "I demand that you let me go this instant. This is unnecessary!" He continued to struggle against the bind.
"I wouldn't struggle if I were you. You'll just make it tighter." She enjoyed watching him fight for his freedom. It made her seem sadistic, but she still couldn't forgive him for the fourteen years of pain she had endured. She was going to make him pay, bit by bit.
Stryker knew she wasn't lying. The more he struggled, the tighter it got. He could almost feel the bind cutting the blood circulation in his hands.
"Then let me go!" He shouted again. He didn't like how she was toying with him. He wasn't a toy for her to play with.
Yuriko suddenly kneeled beside Stryker and grabbed him by the neck. She felt him tense up as her fingers wrapped around him tightly. She was now the one in control.
"I'll let you go.....But first you'll have to listen to me." She squeezed his neck tighter and felt him struggling to breathe. She wanted him to feel what it was like to be strangled, suffocated and forced.
"From now on you'll do what I tell to do and you'll comply with everything that I say. You're an unforgivable sinner, William Stryker. It's about time that you paid your debt. " Her voice was firm and commanding. She would never let him control her again.
Yuriko stared into Stryker's blue eyes and saw fear in them. She savored the sight. "Do you understand?" She drove her adamantium nails against his skin, causing him to wince in pain.
Stryker slightly nodded his head. He could barely move with her hand wrapped tightly around his neck. "Because if you get on my nerves ---" She brought her free hand to his face and extended the adamantium claws towards his eyes. "I'll make sure you won't see another sunrise. I guarantee that."
Her claws suddenly sliced through the bind on his hands and she let him go from her grip.
Stryker fell on his side, coughing and gasping for air. His eyes opened wide as he forced more oxygen into his lungs. He quickly placed his hand on his neck as he writhed on the floor, pounding on it with the side of his foot.
"Pathetic." Yuriko said as she stood up. She couldn't believe that was the same man who had tortured her for so long. She saw him transform from a merciless, ruthless, manipulative bastard into a weak, pathetic, helpless bastard. Oh, how the tables have turned indeed.
He still laid on the floor, gasping for air. His stocky form moved up and down as he breathed. He remembered her talk about her living hell. Now he knew he had just entered his.
Why couldn't she forgive him? Did he really cause her so much pain? So much pain that forgiveness was not an option?
Yuriko suddenly heard someone knocking on the front door.
/"Who could that be now?"/ She asked herself. Aside from Stryker, she was the only one who went up to the suite.
She looked down at him. "Stay there."
"Where else would I go?" He asked weakly as he looked up at her.
She scoffed at him and exited the bedroom.
She quickly made her way to the front door and opened it. It was one of the hotel's attendants. He didn't look familiar to her, so he was probably a new employee.
"Miss Oyama?" He asked politely.
She smiled at him and answered back. "Yes, that's me."
"May I please speak with Mr. Stryker?"
"Um..." Yuriko wasn't really sure what to say. "I'm sorry but he's taking a bath right now. I'm afraid he can't be disturbed at the moment. Why?"
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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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TOPWITCH, SKETTY24, TP96 and DIVINE GUARDIAN = THANK YOU so much for the reviews ! Topwitch, it's kewl that this fanfic made ya feel better (despite its angsty atmosphere . lol.). I hope this day went great for ya !
= = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter XII: Unforgivable Sinner
Yuriko's form towered over him as she looked at his unconscious body. He probably couldn't take the fatigue and the pain anymore. Any man who had been through what he he'd been through that day would have also fainted in exhaustion.
"William." She called out to him and gently kicked him on the shoulder.
His body moved from the force of her kick, but that was the only movement it made. He was out cold.
She kneeled beside him and tilted his head to her side. That gave her a clear view of his head injury. Her eyes hovered down to his closed eyes and noticed the calm look on his face. He may not be a threat to her anymore, but she still hated him as much as she hated him before.
"You may claim that you are not the man you once were. But you still are, Stryker. No matter how hard you try you will still be the man I once knew." She said in a whisper.
She stood up and retrieved the medical supplies from the bed. She made her way back to his side and sat right next to him. She wasn't sure if the supplies she had were enough to patch the wound. The cut was wider and deeper than she expected.
Yuriko unpacked some of the bandages and pressed it against his injury. The white bandage slowly turned red as it absorbed the light bleeding that oozed from the cut. She tore wide pieces of medical tape and placed them over the dressing. That would hold the bandage for now.
She realized she should have knocked Stryker out in the first place. Having him unconscious made things so much easier.
She pulled him beside the nearest corner of the bed and placed him in a sitting position. He was still unconscious. His head drooped down as his back leaned against the bed.
She unpacked more bandages and carefully wrapped them around his forehead. She didn't know how long the bandages would stop the bleeding, but it would keep his wound from getting infected later on.
Yuriko moved to his right and noticed trails of blood running down his hand. She slowly rolled up his sleeve and saw more blood streaming down his arm. Her eyes caught sight of three puncture wounds that were located below his shoulder.
Seeing those wounds brought back memories of the man who was just like her.....
"Wolverine....". She whispered under her breath.
She placed her hand on her stomach and remembered when he stabbed him there. She could still feel the pain when his adamantium claws mercilessly tore through her flesh. And yet she didn't hate Wolverine. She admired him and respected him.
She knew she was going to meet him again soon. Tomorrow she will come face to face with the man who had defeated her. And this time, she was going to meet him as an ally --- as a friend --- as an equal.
She took more bandages and firmly wrapped them around Stryker's arm. She gently rolled down his sleeve and looked at his unmoving form. Now that he was asleep, she could finally have time for herself. But she first had to make sure that he wouldn't cause any trouble just in case he regained his consciousness or his memory.
Yuriko pulled the blanket off the bed and tore off a quarter of it with her claws. She kneeled down next to Stryker and moved his hands behind the leg of the bed that he was leaning against.
Using the smaller piece that she tore from the blanket, she tied his hands and lower arms to the leg and made sure that the bind was tight and firm. She couldn't risk having him walk around freely. Because if he regained his memories while she was sleeping, it could possibly mean the end of her newly found freedom.
Soon enough, she could already feel fatigue catching up with her too. For nearly 14 years she had done nothing but follow orders. In those fourteen years she had never slept nor rested. Even when Stryker asked her to go to bed, her mind would still keep on working. She would close her eyes and still see the images of the events that happened in the day that passed. It was one of the drug's side effects.
But now she was finally free from that drug. She was now in control of her life. She could finally sleep after 14 years of torture. Sleep as much as she wanted to. Yuriko exhaustingly crawled on the bed and laid on her stomach. She felt the softness of the bed's cushion press against her body.
She slipped the elastic band off her ponytail and felt some of her hair touch her face. She sighed with contentment as her cheek rubbed against the soft sheets. It was her first time to experience such comfort. Oh how long had she wished for that moment.
Yuriko smiled as she slowly closed her eyes. She embraced the feeling of serenity that came with her sleep.
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Stryker awoke from the glare of the sunlight that shone through the window. He was surprised to see himself sitting beside the bed. He didn't remember falling asleep there. He couldn't even believe that it was already morning. He tried to move his arms, but felt them tied behind his back.
"What the?" He didn't even remember being tied up.
He tried to move them again, but his hands remained bound to the leg of the bed. Whoever tied him there definitely did a good job. He made another attempt to set himself free, but the bind just got tighter around his wrists.
He grunted in frustration. He knew who had put him there.
"Yuriko Oyama!!!" He shouted.
The bathroom door opened and out walked Yuriko.
"I see you're already awake." She said coldly.
His eyes were filled with anger as he looked at her. "I demand that you let me go this instant. This is unnecessary!" He continued to struggle against the bind.
"I wouldn't struggle if I were you. You'll just make it tighter." She enjoyed watching him fight for his freedom. It made her seem sadistic, but she still couldn't forgive him for the fourteen years of pain she had endured. She was going to make him pay, bit by bit.
Stryker knew she wasn't lying. The more he struggled, the tighter it got. He could almost feel the bind cutting the blood circulation in his hands.
"Then let me go!" He shouted again. He didn't like how she was toying with him. He wasn't a toy for her to play with.
Yuriko suddenly kneeled beside Stryker and grabbed him by the neck. She felt him tense up as her fingers wrapped around him tightly. She was now the one in control.
"I'll let you go.....But first you'll have to listen to me." She squeezed his neck tighter and felt him struggling to breathe. She wanted him to feel what it was like to be strangled, suffocated and forced.
"From now on you'll do what I tell to do and you'll comply with everything that I say. You're an unforgivable sinner, William Stryker. It's about time that you paid your debt. " Her voice was firm and commanding. She would never let him control her again.
Yuriko stared into Stryker's blue eyes and saw fear in them. She savored the sight. "Do you understand?" She drove her adamantium nails against his skin, causing him to wince in pain.
Stryker slightly nodded his head. He could barely move with her hand wrapped tightly around his neck. "Because if you get on my nerves ---" She brought her free hand to his face and extended the adamantium claws towards his eyes. "I'll make sure you won't see another sunrise. I guarantee that."
Her claws suddenly sliced through the bind on his hands and she let him go from her grip.
Stryker fell on his side, coughing and gasping for air. His eyes opened wide as he forced more oxygen into his lungs. He quickly placed his hand on his neck as he writhed on the floor, pounding on it with the side of his foot.
"Pathetic." Yuriko said as she stood up. She couldn't believe that was the same man who had tortured her for so long. She saw him transform from a merciless, ruthless, manipulative bastard into a weak, pathetic, helpless bastard. Oh, how the tables have turned indeed.
He still laid on the floor, gasping for air. His stocky form moved up and down as he breathed. He remembered her talk about her living hell. Now he knew he had just entered his.
Why couldn't she forgive him? Did he really cause her so much pain? So much pain that forgiveness was not an option?
Yuriko suddenly heard someone knocking on the front door.
/"Who could that be now?"/ She asked herself. Aside from Stryker, she was the only one who went up to the suite.
She looked down at him. "Stay there."
"Where else would I go?" He asked weakly as he looked up at her.
She scoffed at him and exited the bedroom.
She quickly made her way to the front door and opened it. It was one of the hotel's attendants. He didn't look familiar to her, so he was probably a new employee.
"Miss Oyama?" He asked politely.
She smiled at him and answered back. "Yes, that's me."
"May I please speak with Mr. Stryker?"
"Um..." Yuriko wasn't really sure what to say. "I'm sorry but he's taking a bath right now. I'm afraid he can't be disturbed at the moment. Why?"
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