AN – Finals are done, I have a week off before I go back to classes. Thank you for the reviews, and I hope everyone likes this chapter.

Disclaimer - Wolverine belongs to Marvel

Sleep never comes easy for me

Every creak in the floorboards

The slightest hint of wind outside

Snoring from other people

The occasional car outside

Water going through pipes

The hiss from a heater

Just a few…night time annoyances

I might as well have a radio be playing right next to my ears

Those are only some of the sounds in the mansion

It's so much worse in a 'fifteen bucks a day' motel room

Musty rooms

No ventilation

Smell of piss and mold coming from bathroom

Only one per floor

I can hear the cockroaches and rats skitter across the floor

Like a stampede of elephants

I can hear that old man coughing two rooms down from mine

I say he has maybe a week left

Something I'll never tell the guys

I love fancy, expensive hotels

They have clean

Quiet

Big open rooms

Doesn't mater though

This room will do

Not like I could get sleep

At least not in this place

I glance at my watch

It's only 11:13 AM

It's going to be a long wait

I get up and rummage through my jacket

Hank made me some pills

Sleeping pills

Strong enough to knock me out for a few hours

I pop the pills into my mouth

Force myself to ignore the way they smell

The way they taste

I swallow them

Feels like someone dragging a nail down my throat

You would think texture wouldn't matter on a pill

Have to talk to Hank

Get him to make these things more…smooth or something

I can feel my senses start to dull

Good

The pills are already taking affect

I'll wake up soon

Then I'll get busy

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I woke up a few hours ago

Found a public shower

I was starting to smell

Thankfully there was not anyone else there

Don't think I could handle the smells for long

I am back on my bike

On my way back to the junkyard

I got about thirteen minutes till they close

Making good time

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I pull into the parking lot

Only one car is in the lot

A GTO

A rusty one

This might be it

I stop by the car and sniff

Beer…bad body odor…grease from fast foods…gunpowder…

Some blood…

The girl's blood

I let a growl escape from my throat as I walk into the office

Sure enough, some kid is there

Couldn't be more then nineteen

Looking down at the desk

Reading something

Smells of grease and lack of a shower

He tells me the 'yard is closed

"Actually, I was interested in that car. That's a '67 GTO right?"

Kid doesn't even look up and says 'ya'

I know it is his, but I need to be completely sure about this

"Good year, how long have you had it?"

Kid turns a page on the magazine and mumbles that he has had it for about 2 years

"I see."

I make a fist and in one quick motion I raise it in the air and bring it down

Hard

On his head

The punk just collapses on the counter

Thing about my bones

Being laced with adamantium and all

Me hitting something or someone is like hitting them with a sledge hammer

I grab him by his neck and drag him outside

I open the door to his car and toss him in the back

Right before I shut the door I catch a faint smell of gun oil

I trace it to a bag on the floor of the car

I take it out, and open it up

There they are

Two MAC-10's

Silencers

Only question now

Where is the other murderer?

I toss the bag onto the front seat

I get into the car and start it

Drive into the back

Through the entrance to the 'yard

The dumb kid hasn't even locked it up yet

I drive towards the back of the yard

There we go

A car crusher

A nice one that crusher downwards

All one needs to do is drive the car onto the platform and pull a lever

I drive right up onto the platform

Position it just right

I get out of the car and drag the kid out

Then sit him in the driver's seat

I yank out some wires from the stereo

I tie his wrists to the steering wheel

I fish through his jacket pocket and find the operator keys

I take the bag from the car and take the gun out

I walk over to the control panel

Slip the key in and turn

He is starting to wake up

Good timing

He comes to and begins to look around

Seeing his situation he panics and yells

I pull the lever

The crusher begins to lower

The thick metal sheet getting close to the roof of the car

He screams louder

I throw the level back

"Listen."

Kid stops screaming

But he is afraid

Very afraid

Breathing heavily

I take hold up one of the guns

"Last night you murdered a girl."

Kid starts saying he doesn't know what I am talking about

I pull the lever again

The crusher starts up again

Kid starts to freak out again

Frantically tells me he'll talk

I throw the lever back

"I'm listening."

He starts talking fast

Some shit about him and some friends

A gang they formed

Seems the girl used to date his friend

"You're friend, was he the other one who shot her?"

Kids tell me yes

Said his name was Brian

He was holding onto both their guns

His was the one with a green symbol

His friend's had the red one

I look at the symbol on both guns

It's the symbol for a woman

'Cept the symbol is drawn, broken in half

"What does the symbol mean?"

He tells me it's the gang's symbol

They all have something in common

They all been dumped by their girlfriends

He says they track down their exes and…

"Kill them?"

Kid is starting to cry now

These jack-offs kill their ex-girlfriends…

I am starting to see red

"How many of you assholes are in this gang?"

Kids sobbing now

The pressure is getting to him

I pull the lever

"TALK OR YOU'LL DIE YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

Kid blubbers out that there are about thirteen of them

I stop the machine again

"Where do you guys meet? Gangs have meeting places."

An old bottling factory

Abandoned

Near the end of town

Think I know which one

Kid is crying more

He is really scared

He tells me he'll confess everything to the police

"Police? We won't be involving the police."

Kid looks at me

I can see that he lost all hope

I pull the lever

The crusher begins to lower again

Like a giant jaw

The kid begins to jerk and tug at the restraints

He thinks he can escape

The opposing platform begins to push down on the hood of the car

I can hear the metal creak as it bends

The windshield cracks

I can hear plastics snap

The car shrinks a few inches

The windshield shatters

Some of the glass cuts into the kids face

I can smell his blood

I can smell the saltines of his tears

The axel breaks under pressure

The kid begins to slouch as far back as he can

Trying to buy himself a few minutes

Seconds

Only delaying the inevitable

A tire pops

The metal is bending more

Kid is screaming and sobbing that he is sorry

The car is getting smaller

The plastics on the dashboard crack

I can see the kid is out of room

Out of time

The force of the platform and hood begin to push against his body

I can hear his bones creak a little

Then they snap

Strong scent of blood in the air

Kids screaming like crazy now

I can hear his collar bone

Shoulder blades

Thigh

Then finally his neck

All snap

His bones break and fill my ears with sounds

Like a xylophone

Playing a song

It's relaxing me

In a twisted way

The jaws of the crusher just keep on going

Till finally it automatically shuts off

I can't hear the kid's heart

I look at the wreckage

Twisted metal

Broken glass

Shatter plastics

Crushed bones

All covered in blood

It's dripping from the platform

I toss his gun onto the ground

I keep his friends'

I walk back to my bike

Smell of blood still in my nose

His screams still in my mind

I walk back to the front of the 'yard

Toss the other gun into the saddlebags

Mount my bike

Kick her to life

And drive off

Next stop

An abandoned bottling factory