Jenny: Well, the helicopter is all made up with gadgets and thing, an proper government sort of one. The car is just that, just a form of transport. The helicopter had in all the soldiers and had in all the tracking equipment to find Logan.
Mythers: Goody, I'm glad you do. (:
Blix: Lol icepack. :D And yeah, it was a little short. I just didn't want to add the fighting there, it just wouldn't have worked in my opinion.
Projecteve1: I am continuing it! But I'm really bogged down with my saga story, WOTW and THOH. Just finishing the THOH and then going onto another story, the 3rd of the saga. Don't worry, I am trying my best to update on them all! But it's exam time for me now.. so I'm afraid there might be more waiting. But hey, this is English revision!
Sastrei: Older stories? The one that's old in comparison to all these is WOTW. And I was pretty chuffed with that, although I do certainly believe THOH is better. Check out THOH if you've read WOTW. THOH is undoubtedly the best of them all in my opinion. (Since reupload, that's no longer true. Now on The Lethal Love of the saga)
This chapter has been reuploaded as a signal that I am beginning this story relatively afresh. My writing has improved a lot since this began, and I have improved parts of this and changge some of the happenings. Thank you ODISEE for the kick up the backside that I needed!
Chapter 4An agonized scream roared as many bullets proceeded to rip through Logan's attire. Claws were useless when attackers were at distances. Madly Logan writhed and staggered, trying to avoid the rain of bullets that continued. He could feel blood beginning to slowly trickle from where bullets hit, the additional stench rising to his sensitive nose. Another stagger before Logan threw his head back in a fresh chilling roar. One bloodstained fist of claws erupted forward and he sprinted towards the nearest gun-wielder. Claws ended him instantly.
Logan thrust his fists forth, slashing and slicing through the attackers of the government. He felt more bullets strike him. Blood. Pain. Something he accustomed to by now after his past. So he pursued his murderous course. Oblivious to the bullets that hit him. As he ran, some bullets were beginning to fall free after healing.
With a merge of mad adrenaline and the frenzied run of the beast within, Wolverine continued his trail of destruction. The unbeatable animal. Weapon-X.
Exactly what Drayson wanted.
"Hold fire." Came a sharp voice through the wind.
All firing guns silenced and lowered. All the soldiers looked slowly to Drayson at his command.
Drayson began to walk forward, Lorna now at his side. With narrowed eyes did Logan study this man, trying to figure him out, sniff him out. Drayson's stance remained straight and authoritative. Very collected and calm, "Let me offer you a deal."
Logan's eyes instantly narrowed and clawed fists raised. The sleek pieces of adamantium dripped with red blood, shining in the light. To Drayson, he just uttered a low and threatening growl.
Drayson just smirked at the response, "The deal being.. that if you come with me, I can give you everything you need."
"How the hell do you know me? How do you know what I want?" Snarled Logan, volatile eyes glaring at him in suspicion.
"Wolverine.." Said Drayson heavily, deriding tone within, "Don't question me. I can tell you everything that Stryker couldn't."
Wolverine's claws gently relaxed and drew up into his knuckles slowly, "Maybe I don't wanna know everything."
Drayson's face tightened angrily, his eyes quickly narrowing. That wasn't the response he had been hoping for, "I think you do.. you just don't want to admit it."
I've given up," said Logan lowly, pointing his claws at Drayson, "There is nothing worth knowing, my life now is more important."
"Oh, there is plenty you need to know.." said Drayson in a soft voice before he raised his hand to beckon in one swift movement. Logan gave a puzzled frown for a mere second before he felt something sharply lodge in his back. A gasp was heard before he felt an empowering drowsiness take over him and blackness swirl into his vision to eliminate the faces of Drayson and Lorna. He felt his body lower to his knees, darkening eyes witnessing a blur of footsteps and ears a hum voices as he as surrounded.
But as he felt rough hands grab his neck, the heavy dose took over him and he fell reluctantly into unconsciousness, a mad swipe of hands to try and weakly fight away the soldiers.. but it was too late and drug eventually stillened him into a sleep.
Commands were barked and soldiers ran forth to help their team pull the heavy body of the Wolverine into the helicopter. With a sharp click an adamantium cuff was placed against his chest, locking his fists towards his chest. Bent knuckles pointing to ribcage. The Wolverine's head lolled gently as he was hoisted to his feet poorly, being dragged towards the awaiting helicopter.
As his body disappeared behind the single door. Drayson nodded to the helicopter and turned to return into his car.
The blazing sky of the afternoon held the silhouette of the departing helicopter whilst the road below guided the retreating car as both headed back to New York to their base.. with the captured Wolverine. Alone in the road remained the floored bike of the Wolverine.. engine still running quietly.
Then, sat in his office.. Charles looked up with a jolt.
There, it's only been changed slightly. My next chapters will show just how my writing has got better! And that includes much longer chapters!