Sorry for the stupidly long wait. Totally my fault, cuz I'm lazy. Here's chapter 10 :D the fanfic is almost done! I really hope you enjoy and plz review! On with the chapter!
By the way I edited and changed a couple of things in almost all of the previous chapters. It wouldn't hurt to re-read them, especially since it's been sooo long since I updated.
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Chapter 10:
Agatha was the first to notice Wolverine walking away with Beast, and she began to worry as she realized the deadly process was about to begin. She saw Sabretooth there as well and was sure pretty soon it was going to be all over.
"Guys, I think this is it…" she whispered to Kitty and Jubilee.
"Huh?" Jubilee asked turning so that she was no longer looking at the large tanks and instead to Agatha. Kitty did the same.
Agatha pointed over to where Wolverine and Beast were headed and said, "Look."
They did and the angst and worry Agatha had felt only moments before filled them as well. They ran forward towards their mentor, each crashing into him with a hug from a different side; Kitty from his left, Agatha from his right, and Jubilee into his front. Surprised, Logan stopped in his tracks and looked down at them, genuinely smiling. Agatha had never seen him smile like that before and she felt tears spring from her eyes. He put his arms around Agatha and Kitty and pushed them closer together with Jubilee.
"I don't want you to go Wolvie… We're partners…" said Jubilee sadly looking up at him, eyes glimmering with future tears.
"Hey, don't you worry Lee," he said, putting his hand on her head, gently brushing her short black hair. She closed her eyes and clutched him tighter. Kitty also began squeezing tighter, hoping that if she didn't let go he would stay safe, and Agatha snuggled her nose into his side inhaling his familiar scent that she was sure to miss, trying to imprint it in her mind. He could feel the warmth on his shirt from the three girls' tears, and his smile saddened a bit. They're a good bunch, real good. They'll be just fine. He hugged them tighter and then let them go, as they slowly stepped away sniffling.
Sabretooth snorted when he saw them. Poor runt's gone soft. He turned away disgusted by their tears, when suddenly someone grabbed him from behind with gentle arms that could just barely go around his thick torso. He turned his head surprised to see Agatha hugging him from behind, and crying into his back.
"The hell you doin' squirt?" he asked turning so she was now attached to his front.
"I… I don't want you to die either Sabe…! I just found out we're family… I haven't even gotten to know you yet…" she whispered into his chest.
His keen ears picked up the muffled words and his eyes widened in surprise. A strange uncomfortable feeling crept up within him. He didn't know how to react. Part of him told him to pull away, to avoid the contact, but the salty scent of her tears mixed with her soft scent that so keenly resembled his own made him stay. Slowly and cautiously he put an arm around her shoulders patting her softly.
"Ya aint gotta worry 'bout me pup," he muttered ever so softly, hoping no one but the intended recipient would hear it. Though he instantly regretted it remembering that she had hated it when he had called her "Wolf pup" back in the forest. This time she didn't seem to mind, she even seemed to enjoy the small nickname, snuggling closer to him.
Sabretooth almost let a small smile creep up onto his face, but his instinct kicked in when he sensed everyone in the room watching him. His face turned red with embarrassment and he quickly pushed her way.
"Get off o' me kid!" he growled. Jubilee and Kitty frowned at him, upset that he reacted that way to Agatha's compassion, though not really surprised by it. Logan was also frowning, but he, who knew exactly what had been said between the two, was genuinely surprised that Sabretooth had shown even a tiny bit of kindness to her. There was something about Agatha that just seemed to change him, for better or for worse, Logan was entirely sure yet. Agatha stepped back and smiled at him, whipping her tears. She knew she had managed to get through to him, even just a little bit.
"Alright, are we ready to begin?" asked Hank once everything had settled.
"Yeah," grunted Logan. He walked past Agatha, gently squeezing her shoulder in reassurance, and went over to where Sabretooth and Beast were now standing.
"I will need you and Sabretooth to take off your clothes. Just down to your underwear of course," said Hank.
Logan grunted and did so. Sabretooth followed. Agatha couldn't help but turn red at the idea. She looked at her friends, hoping she wasn't the only one feeling slightly uncomfortable with the idea. Jubilee, who had nurtured Wolverine back to health after being crucified by Pierce and his Reavers, continued to look on normally. Kitty seemed fine as well; having gone through hell and back with Logan hardly anything like that could surprise her. Agatha couldn't believe she was the only one in the entire room feeling even the slightest bit awkward.
Then her embarrassment tripled as she saw Logan standing there, arms crossed, in nothing but his boxers. She knew he was hairy, but now she realized to what extent, even more so now that when he had stepped out of the danger-room in nothing but shorts and sneakers the day before. His body was covered in hair, not that she minded. She actually quite liked it, perhaps because she was half werewolf. And his hair did nothing to lessen his charm. He had a strong muscular frame, and his body seemed to glisten with a thin layer of sweat that covered his skin.
Her eyes wandered across his body: first his shoulders, the muscles tense and firm; then down his arms and onto his chest, his pectoral muscles already defined clearly when in his costume now even more impressive; lower now, to his abdomen following the trail of hair from his bellybutton all the way down to the top of his boxers. Then she stopped herself, looking away, ashamed and embarrassed that she would look at her mentor and friend that way. She was flustered, but as soon as she turned to look somewhere else, her eyes ran into Sabretooth.
She was shocked to realize that he too was very striking. His hair was blond and as such, less visible, but it was still evident that he had as much, if not more, than Wolverine. He was taller and more muscular, not to mention the claw-like nails he had and fags that stood out in his scowl. Agatha couldn't help but stare. She knew she'd always found Logan handsome, but never in her life did she imagine Sabretooth would make her think the same.
She turned around, her face even redder than before, only to be met by the unforgiving sly smirks of Jubilee and Kitty. Agatha covered her face and turned around one last time and saw Wolverine and Sabretooth both getting onto the table-like slabs of metal at the top of each tank. Jean went to Logan, while Beast went over to Sabretooth.
Jean smiled at Logan, trying to relax him after seeing his tense face. She gave him a quick caress and he smiled at her, holding her hand in his for a short moment. He let go and she went on to put the restraints on his wrists and ankles. Then she took the needle-like contraption, which was attached to a smaller tank with a green liquid in it, and injected it into Logan's left hand, taping it down so his healing factor wouldn't expel it. He didn't even twitch. Finally she put the breathing mask over his face. The procedure was ready to begin.
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When Jean placed the mask over his face he instantly began to panic. He couldn't help himself; it was a natural reaction instilled by his body. He had been able to keep himself calm up to the point where Jean injected the needle into his hand, but the second that mask came over his nose and mouth the sensation of being at Weapon X came and flashes of the deranged bald scientist invaded his mind.
His eyes widened as he felt his surroundings change: dark lights, cold gloved hands, needles and spikes burning his bones. The fear engulfing him was so powerful that he could hardly breath, and he began to let his primal instincts take over, anything to save himself and get away from all the terrors surrounding him. But all of a sudden he felt a subtle warm sensation run through his mind. It was Jean.
He could feel her slowly calming his mind and pushing away the horrific visions, bringing him back to reality. He blinked a couple of times and saw Jean smiling dimly at him. He was sweating and panting.
"You okay?" she whispered telepathically.
"Yeah…" he responded, appreciating that she had kept the conversation between them.
She smiled and then stepped away from the tank so he could no longer see her. Suddenly he was lowered into the tank. Cold fluid began filling the tank, engulfing him as well, and even though he wore the breathing mask, the sharp fear of drowning was beginning to overwhelm him.
Drowning was one of the ways he was sure he could die from, and one of the worst ways of dying he could imagine. It was a slow, tortuous, and painful. Slowly suffocating; long enough to realize that you were going to die, long enough to think of all the things you missed, to judge yourself before you're existence faded.
He panicked but was able to calm himself down. He could make it through this. He had faith in Jean and Hank. He trusted that this would not be the same situation as before. He would not suddenly wake up not knowing who he was or where he came from. His calming thoughts seemed to be working as he slowly began to relax.
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Grunting Sabretooth lay down on the metal table, which was just barely large enough to hold him, waiting for Beast to arrive and begin the procedure. He growled to himself when Hank strapped his wrists and ankles down to the table.There was a small sting as the needle pierced skin and invaded his hand. Hank then went on to tape it down. Then he came around with the breathing mask prepared to place it on Sabretooth's face when Sabretooth suddenly barked, "Wait."
"Something wrong?" asked Hank.
Sabretooth didn't answer as he focused on a scent which had just lingered into his nose. Heh, been a while since I've smelt that, he thought to himself beginning to grin evilly. His eyes flicked over to Wolverine and he was content to see him panicked and stressed after Jean put the mask on his face. It had been ages since he'd had the pleasure of seeing Wolverine with such thick and cold fear dripping off of him. If I'm rememberin right, the last time the runt was that freaked out was when we were forced ta relive me killin Silverfox a couple a years ago. Runt's probably having flashes from his memories. Sabretooth had also had his memories tampered but after their re-encounter with their old Weapon X team and their discovery of the implants he had regained some of his memories and removed some of the implants, unlike Logan who still couldn't differentiate the two in his mind, nor control them. He continued to watch as Logan slipped out of reality, and then when Jean seemed to bring him back. Logan, now calm, began to be lowered into the tank and Sabretooth snorted looking toward the ceiling again.
Hank also looked back from Logan and resumed placing the mask. He stepped away and pushed a button lowering Sabretooth into the tank. Sabretooth waited impatiently at the bottom of the tank, though he didn't have to wait long for it to be filled with a cold liquid. By the scent Sabretooth assumed it was some sort of anesthesia. Soon the tank was full and he couldn't help the sudden bubbling anger that began to grow inside of him. He didn't try and fight it, though he also didn't let himself get taken over by it, even if he really wanted to. He wanted to jump out of the tank, gut Wolverine, and rip the throats out of everyone in the room.
He could just imagine it; red splattered everywhere, his nose burning with the thick stench of blood flooding the air, his claws dipped in a coopery liquid, bodies scattered everywhere, a lump of flesh and clumps of red hair, crystalline blue eyes looking up at him pleadingly.
Sabretooth blinked back to reality and did an attempted sigh, though with the mask on it was a little difficult. Wolfie… She was one of the reasons, if not the most important, that he wasn't out there killing everything in sight, though he still didn't understand why. Who was she to him? No one; She was just a little brat who'd done nothing but cause him problems, especially when it came to fighting Wolverine. She was the student of his most hated foe and she was more troublesome than anything else. So what if they came from the same bloodline? After the long life he'd lead he knew there was bound to be a bunch of people out there with his bloodline. What made her so different? Nothing. She was nothing like him. No… that wasn't entirely true. Sabretooth could see that there was something about her; maybe a look, a reaction, a glance, a scent…that he knew all too well: something natural to his nature and self; something truly his in her. Maybe that's why he felt sympathy for her; why he wanted her to live on. Or maybe it was the opposite.
He growled to himself brushing the idea away. What the fuck am I thinkin? I aint got no use fer a brat like that buggin me! I'm tired o' this shit! He thought right before attempting to pull out of the tank. But the metal restraints that held him down at the wrist and ankles stopped him. He growled. He had forgotten that Hank had put them there, just in case.
Yet another reason as to why he was stuck in that tank, at the tender mercies of everyone out there. He didn't like it.
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The tank was completely filled with the cold anesthetic fluid. It was making Logan's body go numb, but his healing factor was making short work of it. In the cold, his hand twitched and he felt the annoying sting of the needle in his vein. Suddenly, contrasting against the cold surrounding him, a hot burning sensation invaded his body. It was coming from the needle in his hand and he assumed it was the poison.
He clenched his jaw against the pain. It felt like acid being poured into his veins, his cells melting and burning. He could clearly feel it sluggishly swimming up his arm, into his shoulder, his chest… and when he felt it enter his heart the burning increased tenfold. He let out a pained roar that was left unheard though the mask and fluid. The strong pumping red muscle became filled with the torturous fluid.
Logan gasped when he felt his heart suddenly slow as the paralyzing poison filled it. His body began to tremble. His healing factor was being slowed by the numbing fluid around him and if it didn't hurry he was going to die. His vision began to blur and darken as his brain began to lack more and more oxygen.
He felt colder as his blood flow began to stop. He tried to breathe, to struggle, but he could barely move. Panic took over as the sensation of drowning retuned. Slow. Pain. Claustrophobia. Endless.
He tried to break free again, but couldn't. He felt stiff. Heavy: like a stone sinking. He couldn't do anything. He felt himself loosing. As fear, dread, and anxiety all began to overwhelm him he struggled more, but to no avail.
His throat began to constrict and his head pound, and he knew that it was all happening so slowly because his healing factor was fighting it every step of the way, losing ground with every attempt. A wave of pain and shudders ran through him and he roared in agony pulling against his restraints one last time.
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Sabretooth's hand began to sting and itch. It had begun. The tingling sensation crawled up his arm to his chest slowly, and then with a sudden burst it spread throughout the rest of his body. He roared. It was fire under his skin, lava swimming through his veins trying to be absorbed into his body.
Whose fuckin' idea was this damn poison! Sabretooth thought. If I get outta this I'm gonna rip his guts out!
Wave after wave of unavoidable pain wracked his body. He clenched his teeth, wishing the pain away, knowing it was of no use. The prolonged agony continued seemingly without end. He had been known to be extremely pain tolerant; someone like him had to be. But the pain of every cell in your body exploding and disintegrating was something far from tolerable.
Pulling as hard as he could against his restraints his muscles tore under the strain, and his claws scratched against the metal breaking and snapping. One final roar escaped him.
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From the moment the tanks were filled with a strange smelling liquid Agatha was in a dulled haze. She had watched both Sabretooth and Wolverine lie on the slabs above the tanks. She saw Jean and Hank prepare them for the painful trail to come. She observed from a distance as panic overtook her mentor and as the redheaded telepath helped calm his mind. But nothing could have prepared her for the moment when the slabs had been lowered into their tanks and the liquid rose to the top.
She never could have imagined the effect of seeing someone as strong and secure as Wolverine, looking so scared and vulnerable could have had on her. All hope seemed lost. If he, who never gave up, had lost faith in himself, how could she not fear for his life? It finally set in that he really wasn't going to make it. This was not some sort of fairytale where everything would end up alright.
She walked a little closer to the tanks to get a better look at her dear friend. That's when she saw something flash across Logan's face. It was brief before he took control over himself but still she had seen it. What had it been? Panic? Fear maybe? She grew worried and looked over to Sabretooth to see how he was holding up. He had a different looks on his face; rage, anger, hatred. She didn't blame him. Then she saw him pull against his bonds, and for an instant she hoped he could get free, because if he could get free then so could Logan. If he was safe then Logan would be as well. But Sabretooth soon gave up and she sighed.
Then Beast said, "We're ready to begin Charles."
"Thank you Henry. Whenever you're ready."
Agatha quickly turned to look at him and saw Beast flick a switch. There was a loud whirr sound and she could see a green liquid going into the tube and being injected into the hands of the feral mutants. Every part of her being pushed her to scream "STOP!" and run to save her beloved Wolverine, but she knew she shouldn't. Even if she tried she couldn't. But still, it took all of her will power to stay put and quiet. She was forced to stand there watching over her friend, watching him suffer.
Suddenly both Sabretooth and Wolverine let out a roar. No one could hear it, but Agatha could see them. She could see their pain. The way their necks strained to force out the pain induced howl. She couldn't hold back any longer.
"STOP IT! You're hurting them!" she yelled, running to the tanks.
Cyclops stopped her by grabbing her arm.
"Agatha wait!" he called.
"Let go of me!"
"Agatha calm down! You knew this was going to happen!"
She didn't listen, trying to pull free. But Scott didn't let go. She struggled more before she decided to turn into a bear. Doings so forced Scott to let go. She turned back to normal and went to the tanks. This time the Professor intervened.
"Agatha, please calm yourself."
She stopped in her tracks and turned to face them, tears gleaming in her eyes.
"How can you all stand there and do nothing! They're suffering in there and you aren't doing anything bout it!"
"We can't stop the procedure Agatha. I understand how you feel but you have to remember Logan volunteered for this. He was given a choice," Jean said.
"Some choice! Between his life and everyone else's! What did you expect him to say!"
"I expect him to act as an X-man. The same as I expect from you right now," said Charles calmly and sternly. That stopped her. "You aren't the only one who cares about Logan. We all do."
Agatha looked around and for the first time, saw the expression on everyone's face; glum, sad, hurt. Then her eyes wandered over to Jubilee and Kitty. Tear filled eyes, anguish expressed on their faces.
"We're all hurting here Aggs," said Jubilee.
Agatha ran and hugged them. "I'm sorry for being so selfish. I just… don't want to lose them."
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He was sinking; falling in a dark oblivion spinning though nothingness. He felt nothing but the weight of his bones dragging him down. He was surrounded by darkness and shadows. Is this death? Am I… dead…? But the unyielding will to live burning inside of him awoke once more. NO! His eyes shot open, and as his mind awoke, so did his senses. Pain over took him. Damn… He tried to focus through the agonizing sensation of burning from the inside out and the haze that muddled his mind. C'mon Logan… can't give in already… He could feel his body shutting down; senses growing dull again and his healing factor losing to the poison. As his consciousness began to fade his instincts kicked in. In a last ditch effort to free himself, he released his claws and roared.
The claws burst through the skin of his hands and he growled at the sharp pain that shot through his entire forearm, more pain that it should have been. He realized his healing factor was extremely weakened. Guess this is it then… healing factor's all but gone… He could feel his energy slowly leaking out of him and his eyes drooped until he didn't have the strength to keep them open…
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Sabretooth lay in the tank unmoving. His hands and wrists stung and ached from the liquid surrounding him, since it seeped into the new wounds he had unfortunately inflicted on himself. He could tell his wrists were broken, as were his claws, but his healing factor couldn't mend them. What little was left of it was too busy fighting off the poison that still burned inside his body. He looked up through the liquid, trying to make sense of the blurry images.
He couldn't move, and he hated the fact that he was unable to do anything about his condition. His body pulsed in pain, his mind drifted, and he struggled with all his might to stay awake… to stay alive. It was finally setting in that he wasn't going to survive. Never imagined this was the way I was gonna kick the bucket. Never thought I would… Huh… so much fer havin a healing factor, he thought frustrated. Everything was getting darker. He couldn't feel pain anymore. Soon it all became a nothingness that engulfed him.
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Logan's consciousness began to fade, and he no longer felt the pain of his body, only an unending numbness. His thoughts drifted off and he tried to remember the friends he would be leaving behind, saying his final goodbyes. They seemed to appear before him and he smiled wishing each the best. Nightcrawler; I'm gonna miss ya elf… you were one o' the good ones… heh now that I'm thinkin about it, ya never got me that pack of beer ya owe me. Sly fox… Colossus; gonna miss goin out drinkin with ya Russky. You Russians sure know how ta hold yer vodka. I'm hopin the best for ya. Cyclops; you better take good care a Jeannie slim. I find out she aint happy and I'm comin back from the dead and dealin with ya. Storm; Take good care of the team for me 'Ro, 'specially the young ones. I'll miss ya. Psylocke; you do yer best ta stay in line Bets. And try not ta get yerself killed. Beast; Quit eatin' so many Twinkies ya big blue beast. Take care. Rogue; Take good care o' yerself darlin'. And say hi ta Carol fer me. Then came three girls he had come to adore: Jubilee, Kitty, and Agatha. You three better not make a mess of things. Be careful out there and watch each other's backs. Finally Jean; Wish I got the chance ta tell ya how I felt about you darlin, though I'm guessin you probably already knew. Picked Cyke over me anyway, huh? Take care of yerself and be happy. Wouldn't wanna be runnin into ya in the afterlife any time soon.
Jean faded away and his past loves appeared: his foster daughter Amiko, his close friend and sometime lover Yukio, dear friend, almost family, Heather Hudson, partner and lover Carol Danvers. Then the lost ones: his beloved Mariko Yashida, and his dearest Silverfox. Behind them were many more faces. Some he recognized and some he didn't, though they all were familiar. He looked back to Mariko and Silverfox. They stood over him smiling sweetly. They were two completely different women that he could never stop loving. Their smiles were so different but both so beautiful. He yearned to get closer; to be with them again.
He had felt the loss of Silverfox twice; both times unbearable and agonizing. Her death was the origin of his hatred for Sabretooth. Her first death had come as an unwelcome birthday gift from Victor Creed. He could still remember the thick stench of her blood filling the cabin they had built together. Her broken bloody body littering the floor haunted him at night. The words "Happy Birthday Runt" written on the wall in her blood were etched in his mind. He could never, and would never, forgive Sabretooth for that.
Her second had been even more painful. It was as if she had come back from the dead; the fact that her first death had been a lie to begin with changed nothing because he had still felt the pain of losing her. But instead of being the loving Silverfox he remembered she had come back with a hatred for him that he didn't understand. Not only had he not been able to reach her emotionally, but he had been forced to relive her encounter with Sabretooth, this time watching the whole situation without being able to do anything. And then he had lost her once more to the beast of Sabretooth.
He bubbled with anger both toward Sabretooth and himself. He couldn't save her, and because of his mistakes she had had to die twice, and he could never make up for it. Tears gleamed in his eyes and he shamefully looked away from her. Mariko was beside her.
Mariko. Her death had been the worst. The hardest thing he had ever had to do. Just the memories made his heart sink. He could clearly imagine her frail body in his arms. She looked so weak and pale because of the poison. He had wanted to take her to a hospital, find a cure; anything to save her. But the poison had no cure. He took her to the chapel knowing she would not survive. His heart already ached with the idea but he respectfully followed her wishes. She spoke to him with such loving tenderness and his mind couldn't assimilate the idea of her death. He could barely choke out words in response to her, and when she said she wanted to ask of him one last favor he already feared for the worst, except what she had asked. He remembered her words, the most shocking and terrifying he had ever heard. She begged him to kill her.
"Spare me the final agonies! Release my soul while it still sings with my love for you! Use you CLAWS my beloved-" The phrase rang in his head.
"NO! I CAN'T!" his words spilled out again like they did on that horrid day. Her request, more painful than a thousand knives into his heart, echoed around him. He couldn't, and yet, he must. How could he not fulfill her last wishes? His options were either that or watch her die a slow painful death. He killed her. The sight of his claws through her warm chest disgusted him. He hated himself for it. He hated himself for not being able to save her. He couldn't even look at his hands for days afterward. And he didn't dare pop his claws for fear of seeing her blood slicked over them. He had tried so hard to protect her and keep her safe, dedicated his life to making her happy and loving her. But in the end he was the one who had killed her. They were his claws that pierced her heart.
He turned away from them sadly, the pain of loss and failure pulsing through him. He had failed both of them. Both women had depended on him and because they loved him, and he loved them, they'd been attacked and died. Losing both loves in such a short amount of time had taken its toll on him; changed him, hurt him. It made him fear loving like that.
Two warm hands on his back made him look back sadly. Mariko and Silverfox stood behind him smiling sweetly.
"Logan, please don't be upset," said Silverfox.
"We forgive you my beloved," said Mariko.
He turned and they stepped back. A third presence took over the space and appeared between his two loves. A beautiful red head with bright green eyes call out to him, an angelic light behind her, and a sweet serene voice beckoning him.
"James…" he heard her whisper.
"Jeannie?" he muttered. "No… someone else…" I know her. Why can't I remember? He tried to get closer and reaching out for her. He couldn't recognize her face only those large charming and beautiful green eyes and her lengthy red hair. He stood up and ran at her, trying desperately to reach her. He could feel himself getting closer and closer. She led him into the light behind her. As he got closer he couldn't help but feel as if he was leaving something behind, but it was too late to turn back now. He was almost there. Closer and closer.
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Agatha turned around, not wanting to see the agonizing faces of Sabretooth and Wolverine. She couldn't bear to watch any longer. She had accepted this as their fate, and with a small glimmer of hope she begged for their survival. If they were extremely lucky maybe, just maybe, her close friend would live.
The rest of the X-Men watched both anxious and nervous for the results. They could see Wolverine and Sabretooth twisting and turning in their tanks, their wrists and ankles red and rose from the pressing and pulling on the restraints, but they were getting visibly weaker and their struggle for freedom came to a slow close.
Suddenly, it seemed like their pain increased tenfold and their bodies arched in pain. Sabretooth pulled harder, scratching his claws at anything he could reach. The team saw them snap and break followed by his wrists.
Wolverine released his claws. They burst from the backs of his hands followed by a large stream of blood clouding the water with red.
"Oh no!" gasped Jean accidentally.
Agatha quickly turned around and her eyes widened when she saw the crimson filled tank.
"Wolvie!" she cried.
There was a sudden beeping heard from the monitors as Logan's heart raced to keep up with the blood loss, only making it worse.
"Why is he bleeding so much!" asked Jubilee.
"His healing factor is working on the poison and the anesthetic fluid, its being overwhelmed, or already gone," said Hank rushing to the tank.
The beeping slowed and both Logan and Sabretooth stilled. The team heard a long drawn out beep and it was over. Silence. A state of shock consumed several of the X-Men, especially the three young girls.
The image of Wolverine lying in a tank filled with his own blood would haunt them for years to come.
"Jean, help me extract the antibodies." Hank's deep grizzly voice interrupted the silence.
She nodded, visibly shaken. She walked over to Sabretooth with Hank. They drained the fluid and unstrapped him. Jean lifted him with her powers and placed him on a nearby operation table. Beast then took several samples of blood. It was surprisingly easy to do so, and Hank remembered that their healing factor had practically been nullified.
They finished and moved on to Wolverine. This one was much more difficult.
Jean stood frozen looking down into the tank as Henry drained the red liquid. He began to slowly remove the restraints and noticed jean wasn't following.
"Jean?" he muttered.
"Huh…?" She came out of her daze. "Oh, sorry…" she proceeded to help him finish the task.
Logan's black hair was dyed with red and it stood out shockingly matted against his pale skin. When she began removing the restraints on his wrists she could see the raw reddened skin and she looked on to see his gleaming claws, the open wounds they had left still dripping blood.
They finished freeing him and did the same thing that they had done with Sabretooth. Then Hank took the vials of blood to his bag, putting them away safely.
"Everything is ready Charles. I'll take these back to the Lab and then we'll have the cure…" he said, though it was obvious that he wasn't much in the mood for work.
"Well then let's clean up here and get going," said Magneto.
"Erik please…" said Xavier.
Agatha and Jubilee ran over to Wolverine's body.
"Wolvie!" yelled Agatha grabbing onto his arm and hiding her face in it. Jubilee placed her head on his chest, also crying. Kitty came over slowly, grabbing his clawed hand, tears coming down her face.
"We have just lost a precious member of the family."
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DON'T KILL ME! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! But before you find me and torture me to death please read the next chapter! It's the last one and then you can do whatever u want! It's already uploaded so don't be all mad and stuff! And you don't have to wait! Hurry right over. R&R