Tamazi: Well, he didn't think he would be trapped there. He genuinely believed that once Lorna had gone he would just rip out his claws and slice his way out of the room. However.. he's just discovered he can't.
Oddisee: Yup, I do get what you're trying to say. And here is the update!
Fanfiction Fanatic: Thank you! I have updated!
Runts Gal: You're wondering who has Wolvie? Don't you remember Drayson and Lorna capturing him?
Blix: It's not Rogue who is going to convince everyone Logan is in danger. It's the Wolverine himself. (Hint hint)
Chapter 8Sleep had been fitful. Logan was so exhausted that he had curled up on the hard floor within minutes of lights out. But he kept awakening in cold bursts of sweat to stare fearfully around his new prison. It was as if every time he lay to sleep, his body would remind him to be on sharp alert in this alien environment. Sleep wasn't ideal. His eyes roamed slowly around the bare walls for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Since there were no windows in the small square room, there was absolutely no form of light. But since he had been sat there for numerous hours, his eyes had got used to staring bleakly into the blackness.
It annoyed him highly that there were no windows, for he could not tell if it were nearing morning or not. He couldn't look at his watch either because it was trapped behind his back in his bound wrists, which were, by now, beginning to hurt badly.
Part of him hoped for that woman to return and let him out of this god forsaken hole, whilst part of him feared her return.. where would she take him? What was going to happen? If they released his shackles and cuffs, he would have no worries about fighting his way out. They had already given him plenty of incentive to defend himself.
Several hours later, there was a jangle of keys, and instantly Logan snapped his head up to glare at his door. He saw the light turn on through the small hole in the door, and then suddenly, the light burst alive in his room. After his night of blackness, the white light burned madly at his eyes and he squeezed them shut with a faint snarl. He heard several footsteps, people were coming for him, and he felt particularly vulnerable with his eyes watering and blinded by light. He stumbled to his feet, wobbling weakly on his knees as he tried to lift himself from the floor before anyone else dragged him.
The instant he felt rough hands takes his arms to lead him away, he burst out of his silent reverie with a fierce growl. Even though he couldn't use his limbs, he sharply lifted a leg and sickeningly smashed it into the surrounding humans. He felt two bodies fall; the light still temporarily blinding his eyes. But he saw murky shadows collapse. He spun his head to glare through the light at more oncoming figures and he lashed out at them with the same powerful kick of muscle and adamantium. He could hear somebody shouting in a panicked voice, somebody barking orders. He heard more movement, the scuffle of frantic hands, before a gun shot three times.
Three sharp needles struck him in the thigh. His head whirled blearily, body still exhausted and drained. He tried to take a footstep, the world unhelpfully took a sickening lurch and he tumbled to the floor with a heavy collision of his body to the hard tiles. His eyes peered around him, trying to gain the strength to stand up and defend himself. But as rough hands clamped upon his shoulders, his vision slowly became tainted with darkness.
In the centre of the room lay a rectangular table of metal with four glinting metal cuffs in each corner. A gloomy light spilled over the centre of the roof and washed the centre table in an eerie looking spotlight. Wires from several pieces of equipment trailed along the floor like extended slugs, ends disappearing into dark corners. There was a smell of disinfectant in the air, such a strong stench it was almost putrid. But the smell was most unconvincing, for the floor of this room looked like it needed a good clean. The metal appliances were filthily shaded a dark bronze at the hinges and discarded lab coats were flung over chairs at the edge of the room, stained in a mixture of what looked like grimy oil and also unpleasant stains of what suspiciously looked like a dirty deep crimson.
Drayson strode into the room with a quick pace, the doors banged back at his entry and he glared around the room. It was such a big difference to the earlier underground room of computers, which had actually shown signs of recent cleaning. That very room was only a few feet away from this one, yet it was an entirely different world. The room elapsed into a deadly silence as Drayson stared around the room slowly before his head spun to the double doors behind him, black strands of hair whipping across his forehead. The doors burst open once more and a clump of shadows navigated ungracefully in. As the group passed under one of the bare bulb lights, it could be seen that Logan was being dragged rather awkwardly along the floor with four soldier outfitted men gripping his shoulders. His legs trailed slowly along the murky tiles before ultimately they stopped in front of Drayson and abruptly straightened their poses.
Behind the entry came the slow sounds of heels to ceramic as Lorna arrived into view through the double doors, which swung idly shut after her entry. She walked slowly around the group of soldiers holding the mutant and came to Drayson's side. She ran her hands down the front of her suit for a moment before folding her arms and speaking quietly to Drayson, "He's had three doses, I suggest another three before you even attempt to touch him. He just attacked several of the men in the cell, with his hands tied. They are unconscious."
Drayson nodded his head curtly at her words before spinning his glare upon the soldier, "You heard what she said, three more doses."
The soldiers let go of the body of the unconscious Logan, which slumped down heavily at the release. One of the soldiers readied their tranquilizer gun before turning back to the body. Then, with one foot pressed upon the ripped shirt back of Logan, he held the gun above his flesh and shot three times. At each shot, the body wracked quickly with sickening jolts as the needles were driven into his neck. The soldier that shot propped the gun up upon his shoulder and roughly grabbed Logan by the shoulder as the four men heaved him up again.
"On the table," ordered Drayson, turning and looking at the silver table in the centre of the room. Slowly he cast the calculating gaze upon Lorna, "You may want to change," he whispered quietly, "...things may get messy."
Lorna swallowed slowly before she quietly nodded and turned with Drayson to collect cleaner looking lab coats from a peg on the wall. She quick fastened it around herself, keeping her eyes averted from Drayson during the process. She heard Drayson leave her side with quick footsteps towards the centre table, and with a reluctant sigh she slowly followed over, eyes peering down across the body of the mutant, which was now being locked to the table by the four cuffs. Whilst Drayson stood to one side of the body, talking quietly to one of the soldiers, Lorna slowly circled the table, stopping as she came back the mutant's head. She stared down gently at his slack face, eyes closed but breaths came steadily through his nose. He looked so human..
"Lorna," snapped a voice, and Lorna quickly span her eyes upon Drayson, "Go and fetch me the tools." Lorna shivered internally before she abruptly turned and walked across the room to fetch a large silver tray of various equipment, each one looking as deadly and as sharp at the next. As she turned to walk back to the centre table she saw Halinn enter, his face looking shadowy and gaunt under the overhead lighting. She didn't see any need for these tools.. and she really did not want to witness any operation processes. Maybe she could to convince Drayson that there needn't be any body modifications. After all, that was not why Weapon X had failed originally.
"Jeremy.." said Lorna quietly as she placed the tray down beside the table. She used his first name in an attempt to reason with him, "Upon looking at the files this process is cost worthy yet completely unnecessary"
Drayson sharply looked at her at the use of his first name, he was rarely referred to as Jeremy by his co-workers, "How do you mean?" he asked, frowning a little.
"The experiment failed originally because Mr. Stryker did not administer enough of his son's mind controlling fluid, he underestimated.. miscalculated. From the report of Stryker's soldier's deaths it proves that this being is adept at what he is built to do. I say we check his regenerative capabilities are still in order and then administer the drugs."
Drayson studied the face of Lorna carefully; watching the half cast of shadow from the above lighting. Lorna was his best scientist. He had no reason to doubt her.. and if it would save money.. it also meant that Weapon X could go ahead a lot quicker, "Alright.." he agreed after a short pause of silence, "We'll test his mutation first – Halinn! Connect the electrodes!"
Halinn quickly obeyed as he dragged his laptop over to the table and hurried to connect a device to his laptop and then extending wires to then stick the circular ends carefully at the mutant's temples and in various other places on his head. He then ungracefully ripped off the remains the mutant's shirt, discarded the material like a rag before planting more electrodes along the hard chest of the muscular torso. To one side of the table, both Lorna and Drayson watched the activities closely, but there was a definite relief in Lorna's eyes.
Suddenly, the screen of the laptop glowed brightly as it was switched on, and it showed a measuring graph and several other charts. Halinn turned from the laptop and nodded silently to Drayson who then strode forward and grabbed the arm of Logan and turned it so the inside faced upwards. Lorna quickly turned away as Drayson extended a grisly looking knife and sliced down the delicate looking skin of his upturned fore arm. In his unconscious slumber, Logan flinched. The blood rose to the surface and bubbled thickly to the open wound before it rolled in several droplets down the arm. Halinn was closely watching the charts in the graph, watching how the line on the graph shot up at the slice. Drayson watched with shining eyes as the wound before it melted back together with new skin, leaving running trails of scarlet blood. The charts dropped as the wound closed.
"In perfect condition," said Halinn slowly with a faint grin on his face, turning to watch Drayson.
A slow and cruel smile came upon Drayson's lips, "Perfect.."
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