Racetrack's Goil: Hehe, it was meant to do just that to you! The action is indeed going to intensify. Keep your eyelids peeled open!
Kimenomi: That chapter was longer than my most of my others. The guy is a worker there. And yeah, it's pretty much as Logan said.
Blix: Cliffy answered!
Chapter 50The Sentinel responded without hesitation. The body had once belonged to a tall young man, skin fair and hair blonde. As Logan watched the suited Sentinel stride towards him, he could only imagine the dissected and dismembered bodies in the lab and felt a burn of sick inside him as he realised this was how this fighter before him was created. A mutant captured and torn apart under tools, killing him and reviving him as a monster without morals. A brain that worked for one purpose. Memories, skills, personality all now void from his brain, replaced by one desire to kill mutants. His own kind.
Strides were fast and almost robotically placed as the Sentinel quickly came closer upon Logan, who in response had unleashed his claws and stood ready, glaring to the Sentinel, forcing himself to see it as a fighter and not as an innocent victim. The Sentinel clearly held no sympathy for Logan for the mutant's original power had clearly involved psychical attributes as he made a sudden leap to Logan that would have been impossible for a human to achieve. As the Sentinel's feet smacked down upon Logan, he doubled over and back away from a hitting area. The warm trickle of blood leaked down his face from his temple at the strike.
Logan didn't even had chance to look up before the Sentinel had struck him with a well aimed kick into the gut, the pressure sending Logan flying back and collapsing on the floor at the far end of the corridor. He slid back several feet on his back before he made a quiet grunt, trying to sit up, but the Sentinel had leapt the full thrown distance, causing Logan unexpected pain as he landed upon Logan's chest. In a mere human, their entire ribcage would have crushed into their lungs and heart. With a ferocious roar of pain, Logan threw the Sentinel off him with a mad grab of his hands. The Sentinel collided into the wall of the corridor, stumbling a moment before he regained his stance perfectly.
The wall had been cracked and dinted by the heavy throw, but the Sentinel merely straightened his tie calmly before raising his head and staring through the opaque black glasses back to Logan. In his temporary rest, Logan glanced across to look to the scientist, but he was surprised to see that the man in the white lab-coat had disappeared. Logan pondered over the sharp exit but was quickly alerted as a soft voice washed over his mind.
"Pay attention."
But the warning came too late, he found a punch hit him heavily across the face and he staggered back against the wall with a loud curse. For a moment, he was more shocked than hurt, because his eyes had just appeared to have clouded over by flickering flames. Inside his head he could sense the being that had been guiding him so long was worried and angry. Logan held his head gently, a mixture of pain in his jaw and an ache in his head causing him to collapse against the wall weakly a moment.
It felt like a whirlwind was starting in his head. "I'll help you fight. This Sentinel needs to be beaten Wolverine. Whilst alone you may victorious, you will also be exhausted and you need to help your daughter. Fight, and I'll aid, though I will not be speaking with you for a short while, I shall be too weak. I cannot fight for long, or I will perish. Fight him Logan, do not be alarmed."
Just what it was he would have to be alarmed about became apparently as instant as she spoke. His own body became a blazing inferno. It had started off slowly, a few flickers of fire starting on parts of his body before they steadily grew and covered his entire form. Flames danced along his body, leaving the X-Men uniform underneath to glimmer hazily in the depths of the small flames. It wasn't hurting him, it just felt warm, comfortably so. He looked so slowly through the mist of the fire, seeing the Sentinel looking momentarily surprised before his face set and he moved to attack Logan. But Logan just brandished fire-wielding claws at the Sentinel, additional power throwing off the strike and instead plummeting the burning white-hot claws into the Sentinel's chest. A howl of pain screeched, suit and flesh burning at the puncture. Logan gasped, stepping back and pulling his claws out of the Sentinel's body, staring at the once silver metal glowed white inside the dazzling flames.
"It's working!"
Logan raised a fist, swiping his claws down upon the Sentinel. Three long lines sliced down the Sentinel's chest, digging deep and carving a unbearable hot incision. Although Sentinels could heal, the constant slice and stabs Logan issued were far too quick and deadly for the Sentinel to recover from his growing list of wounds. Breathing heavily now, Logan kicked the Sentinel into the wall before he threw his fist to spear him to the wall through his neck, severing parts of his neck in a bloody mess. The mass of flames from each strike were burning the machines suit, only adding more pain to the bleeding wounds. Slowly, Logan pulled his blazing fist back from the Sentinel neck, stepping back to watch the body slide down the wall slowly and collapse in a heap on the floor, truly finished.
Slowly, the warm comforting flames that engulfed his body dimmed and with what felt like an drench of cold water flushed across his body as the surrounding air came into contact with his skin once more.
Then, with what sounded full of exhaustion and effort, the voice gasped inside his head, "There's no more I can do.."
"Wait a minute.." Logan muttered aloud, turning slowly on the spot to look down the corridor. From around a distant corner turned two Sentinels. Then around closer corners came another pair. Logan gasped as he jerked to look the other way, seeing Sentinels coming from the opposite corridor too. More and more filled, walking in a straight line. Flashes of black and white from their suits glinted at him, the gleaming of their glasses shining the reflection of the above strip lights, "Now what!"
"Go back the way you came! Go! Run!"
Logan knew that he could beat one, but not the hundreds that were closing in upon him. Abruptly, he spun to run back down the corridor he came on, ripping back the door to clamber out onto the metal staircase of the lab. He whirled round, slamming the door shut. With a sudden idea, he ejected the three claws of his right fist and sliced down on the metal railing besides him twice. A long smooth metal bar now dropped into his palm, cut from the railing. At the door, he slid the bar under the door handle, bending it securely in place and effectively jamming it. Through a small square glass window at the top of the door, Logan could see shadows mulling as Sentinels piled around the door. Suddenly the door gave a bang as the door handle was tried. Fists thumped at the door in angry response, the door constantly rattling in its frame, as the group behind it demanded entry with their fists.
Warily, Logan backed away, staring at the handle as it furiously shook up and down at it was persistently tried. The shadows were now completely clumped around the glass door. The Sentinels beyond continued to try and break down the door, thumping and rattling it violently. Suddenly, the glass at the top was smashed as a fist sailed through the pane, which shattered into a thousand pieces under the heavy strike.
"Holy shit!"
Logan shot back from the door, staring at it throughhis arms as they flew up to shield his face from the flying glass. He backed up against the railings as several black-sleeved arms reached out of the small square hole now in place. Hands clawed at Logan's side of the door desperately, searching the air, grabbing nothing. The door rattled all the angrier. The wood splintered slowly at the edges of the doorframe.
Logan turned from the top of the metal staircase, clanging down the small metal steps as he returned into the dark grisly lab of the mutilated bodies. His instincts told him to try the door against the wall of the lab that was on ground level. That door seemed to be his only hope. He ran across the lab, whirling through the rows of sheet-covered tables. As he reached the door, he barged through it, stumbling out into another lit corridor. Upon arriving, he realised this entry was closer to the room he needed than before. A short-cut! At least something was going right.
The skies rumbled and growled displeasingly as the X-Men hurried on through the thick leafy jungle. As Logan had expected earlier, the rain had come spectacularly. It fell from the grey smoky heavens in a raging torrential downpour. Aurora led the X-Men around the trees quickly and quietly. She had previously warned then that the Sentinel activity was high, and everyone was being extremely diligent. A few steps behind her, Siren was walking holding a small portable monitor that from which a short black aerial was extended. This device was linked to the cameras that had been recently set up to survey the area around the Government facility. The rain pattered down unmercifully upon the walking mutants, hitting the screen as Siren stared down at the footage of the raining jungle that surrounding the base of Area 42.
"Wait!" she said suddenly to the other X-Men, stopping in her walk, causing Scott to bump into her as she abruptly halted. At her words, the group crowded around the device she held. A black-gloved finger pointed at the screen, wiping around falling droplets before she pointed again, "Look!" In the distance of the green foliage on-screen, a Sentinel could be seen walking by the building. It was only a small black figure, but it was unmistakably a Sentinel.
"Dat's not good," murmured Gambit softly, running a hand through his saturated hair.
"Is there any more?" asked Storm, looking from Gambit to Siren.
"I don't know," murmured Siren under her breath, leaning in towards the screen a little, squinting her eyes. Then suddenly, she released a terrified scream as a Sentinel suddenly rose up in front of the camera. The hand-held monitor was shakily thrown from Siren's hands as she jumped back from the equipment. Her cry startled the mutants, who instantly whipped their heads downwards to stare at the screen that lay on the jungle floor. Through the falling droplets of rain on the screen, they could see the face of a male Sentinel, who was so close to the camera that his face fitted into the screen. Rain splashed down his dark skinned face, running down the shining black glasses. He stared directly at the camera for a moment, as though he could see the mutants on the other side when there was a flash of light and with an additional crackle, the screen turned black.
Aurora bent slowly to pick up the device from the grass, staring at the black screen as a resounding beeping came from the piece as the words, "SIGNAL LOST," flashed upon the screen. She raised her eyes slowly to watch the X-Men, "I think we better get there sharpish."
Within Area 42, in a small room were a group of gathered scientists. In the centre of the room was a small stainless steel table which on top of it was sat a brown briefcase laid open. A man with a shaved brown hair, dressed in a black suit walked towards this briefcase holding a tied stack of papers in his hands. The piles of papers were placed inside the briefcase before he pulled back the lid and snapped it shut.
"If they get the case, will they crack the code?" asked another man who was sat against the wall of the room smoking a cigarette. He looked rather strained, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up whilst this tie was loosened and neck unbuttoned. He gave a quick puff on the small cigarette.
"Don't be stupid," growled the man at the briefcase, "There's no question about it. They are mutants don't forget. They'll rip the thing apart."
"The last thing we need is those documents at the hand of mutants.." murmured the man to himself as he sat smoking, running a hand agitatedly through his hair,
The code was locked on the briefcase, and the man in the suit sighed and turned to face a blonde haired woman in a grey suit who stood against the opposite wall besides a small wooden table, upon which a matching brown briefcase was sat. He watched her carefully, "Good luck."
"I'm not the only one who needs it," she replied quietly, folding her arms as she watched him solemnly.
The man picked up the briefcase off the table, nodding to her once, "You know what to do."
The female against the wall sighed and picked up her own briefcase, walking a few steps towards the man at the centre of the room. She glanced around at the small group of co-workers there before she settled her eyes on the man. A shaky breath was sighed, "Run like hell when he finds me."
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