Tamazi: Also, Lorna may be his only hope. But even she is still a little nervous of him. Only time will tell! Drayson is yet to remove his memories completely, will he manage it?

Fanfiction Fanatic: Yup, Lorna has a heart. She's finding out about mutants, therefore she no longer fears what she doesn't understand.

Blix: It's all resting on Lorna now. She is the key to his future; will he remain Weapon x forever?

Chapter 13

For the next week, the mutants of Xavier's mansion resided in the lower levels. The underground hideout was practically impenetrable unless the code to the lifts was known, and Scott had promptly changed them since Wolverine's bloody rampage. The majority of the students were still in the infirmary, several of them were still unconscious and some were teetering on the edge of death. Those that were able to walk spent their time helping the X-Men look after the injured. Charles kept in tune with the happenings outside his mansion by keeping a mental watch-out for as long as he could. With his mind still weak, there was still no way he could visit Cerebro. Charles did not doubt the Wolverine's return. His previous visit had been ghastly successful – the humans behind the attack would be quick to send Weapon X back to Westchester.

It was Thursday evening when Scott walked into the infirmary to be greeted by a pessimistic looking Storm. Scott had been sleeping further down the corridor; he was now to swap shifts with Storm so she too could catch up on her sleep. The weather outside gave a volatile bellow above them, the raging storm shaking the mansion in a vicious anger. It was clear that Storm's mood was reflected by the outside happenings, for rain fell in diagonal sheets, pattering heavily on the manicured lawns, gushing sludge through the flowerbeds.

Storm gave Scott a stiff nod before the woman swept beside him. She was just about to press the button to activate the sliding door before it opened without her control, and a solemn looking Charles entered. Whilst his expression was grave, there was a burn of fear and anger swirling in his powerful eyes. It was this appearance that caused Scott and Storm to regard with fearful apprehension.

"Professor..?" said Scott cautiously.

Charles looked slowly to Scott, nodding his head once in a sombre motion, uttering the only words that everyone dreaded to hear, "He's back."

The reaction was as expected, Storm made a gasp, her hands flinging to her mouth whilst Scott closed his eyes and looked pained. Nightcrawler ran into the infirmary with a panicked breath, accidentally teleporting himself to the other side of the room in his frantic motions. He scrambled back over to the small group of X-Men, "Vhat?" he breathed, startled eyes wide. He disappeared again, blue smoke swarming around where he once was, before he reappeared a few inches from his disappearing point, "Da Wolverine has smashed through the hall vindows!" he exclaimed.

"Let's go," came a new voice, and heads turned to see Rogue stood in the doorway behind the Professor's wheelchair, zipping her black leather uniform up her front, closing it between her breasts as she watched the group with a serious expression. Her fingers flexed to get comfortable in her leather gloves.

"We can't go up there! He'll kill us all!" cried Kurt, looking taken aback at the woman's order.

But Storm was fastening the front of her brown suede jacket, making sure nothing hung that could get in the way. "We need to subdue him," she said softly, her head lifting slowly to glare over the group, "Whilst he does not know the code for the lift, I do not see him hesitating to rip the entire thing out instead and leaping down the shaft."

Nightcrawler gulped.

With no time for the others to change into their uniforms, the four X-men ran down the metallic corridor with only Rogue in her black leather. The remaining three wore their day clothes, which were admittedly impractical for the mission. Scott jerked his jacket off his arms as he ran, and threw it to one side of the corridor in passing. The group filed into the lift, which quickly carried them to the upper floor where the doors opened to reveal the previous scene of destruction. Scott was the first out, stepping cautiously as he scanned the seemingly deserted corridors. The weather outside continued to roar, vehemently shaking the windowpanes. The hiss of slashing rain echoed ethereally through the air, as the bellowing wind growled and thudded against the surrounding walls.

Soft sounds of footsteps echoed as the rest of the X-Men slowly exited the doors of the lift, which whirred shut quietly behind them. Scott signalled for them to take a left and head deeper into the mansion. The group followed him apprehensively.

"Vhat are ve to do exactly vhen ve meet him?"

Scott didn't seem to like that question, "Er.. well. We'll just try to talk to him."

"He won't listen," said Rogue resolutely, "Just make sure he recognises you and you'll be alright."

"And how are ve supposed to do – "

"Ssh!" hissed Scott abruptly, stopping in his walk and throwing his arms out either side of him so none of the other X-Men would pass him. A shadow lurked ahead. Something was walking down the corridor in front of them, about to pass by theirs. Scott could feel his arms shaking as his eyes stared at the shadow, before the being itself appeared into view. Nightcrawler issued a faint sort of whimper whilst Storm tensed.

It was the Wolverine. His familiar attire of leather and denim soaked through from the outside storm. Droplets still ran down his face, dripping out of his hair. Slowly, he turned his head, glaring across the side of his shoulder to the four X-Men that stood watching him, frozen to the floor. Even Storm gasped this time, for his eyes were glinting with feral burning, no recognition, it was just pure blood-driven thirst. Storm took a step back, but Nightcrawler held her arms gently, "Nein.."

"He's gonna run," murmured Rogue faintly, her fists clenching as she glared levelly to Wolverine.

She was right. If it hadn't have been for her warning, the X-Men would have had no clue as to what was going to happen next. The Wolverine had burst out of his silent poise into a fully-fledged run towards them. But everyone noticed the claws that sliced out of his bare knuckles; everyone heard the unearthly bellows from him.

"I don't think he recognises us!" cried Storm, as the team scattered from their tight knit group. A flash of swiping claws fell, but struck air. A blast of red light shot forth from Scott, and Wolverine emitted a furious roar to the retaliation, for he had been thrown forward to the floor. He was up almost instantly, motion driving claws northwards, but they only struck a dispersing cloud of blue smoke. Nightcrawler reappeared further down the corridor, looking horrified. The Wolverine spun round at his second miss, only looking angrier.

"We'll wear down before he does!" shrieked Rogue, jerking back from a swipe of claws that skimmed across the front of her uniform, tearing three diagonal slits across her chest, pale flesh visible beneath, but not wounded. Rogue collapsed against the wall, looking dazed by her near miss. In response to the close attack on a team member, Scott shot forth a second blast of laser, which sent the Wolverine stumbling backwards.

He didn't seem to be falling under the numerous attacks; on the contrary it seemed to be only making him severely pissed off. And a pissed off Wolverine, controlled or not, was not good news.

"Back up, back up," instructed Scott, taking quick steps backwards, his X-Men hurrying to follow. Together they backed away from the Wolverine, who was regaining his balance, ceasing his stumbles. He threw his head up, swiping strands of hair from his forehead. His heated eyes glared to the group that was moving away from him. Suddenly, his eyes moved upon Storm, she was belated in backing away with the others, and with a sharp movement, Wolverine jerked forth, one clawless hand fixing it's solid grip over her slim wrist and pulling her towards him. Her shriek of surprise alerted the X-Men rather than the split-second blur of motion in which she was pulled to Wolverine.

Storm tugged on the strong grip that dug into her wrist relentlessly as his roughened face smirked down to her. The delight for the oncoming actions were sickening to Storm, who only felt worse as he ejected claws from his free hand and lifted them towards her. Her actions intensified, distraught cries screaming from her as she writhed and struggled against the unbreakable hold.

A swarm of blue smoke materialised as Nightcrawler teleported behind Storm, hands clasping her waist as he tried to pull her away. He couldn't teleport, Wolverine was touching Storm, and if Storm teleported, Wolverine would teleport with them.

"Let her go!" cried Rogue to Wolverine, face pale as she watched Nightcrawler and Storm, struggle to get away. "Scott! What do we do!"

But Scott seemed to have run out of ideas. He couldn't blast Wolverine; he could hit Storm or Nightcrawler. Storm seemed to be near sobbing point; something very drastic for her for she was a strong and brave woman, but it seemed the intensity of the situation had frightened her to the bone. Wolverine had paused to watch the events, as if amused by it all. But his instincts took over as he pulled back his hands, ready to puncture his claws through Storm's chest. Storm lost it, "No!" she shrieked, the weather outside giving a deafening rumble, "Logan, stop it!" His grip faltered and Storm and Nightcrawler staggered back, only for Nightcrawler to teleport themselves behind Scott and Rogue.

Logan looked, once more, confused, eyes travelling sharply to take in his surroundings before they drifted upon the four X-Men. It seemed his memories had not yet been removed completely for there was a flash of recognition in his eyes that caused Scott to cautiously say, "Logan?"

Shakily, Logan took a step back. Rogue took a step forward, "Logan?" she said herself, "Do you know who we are?"

Logan's lips moved, as if trying to say his words, but he could only mouth silently. Finally, words did come, but they were not ones Rogue wanted to hear, "I.. I can't s-stay here.." He continued to back away, moving quicker.

"No, Logan, don't go!" cried Rogue, breaking into a run towards him, but he had already turned, sprinting into the remote darkness of the corridor. He was too fast for Rogue's speed, and she could only stare in the distance. Rogue turned dejectedly; watching the X-Men slowly, "Storm, are you alright?"

Storm had duly recovered, and was stood beside Scott with her hands on her hips. She nodded solemnly to Rogue. "We need to find out where he goes back to," she said, back on form, "We need to visit them next time.."

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