Here it is everyone! Chapter 16! Rated T+ to Mature. You will recognize the adamantium procedure, but I tried making it different from the Origins movie. I'm going to try and give this chapter and a couple future chapters a piece of what you readers have sent to me for ideas for what should happen next. I like all the ideas a lot and I hope that everyone will like what I've put together with a couple of my own ideas. Also, I cannot remember Vincent's mum's name, so I am going to make one up for her. I wasn't really in the mood to read the chapters all over again to find out what her name is. I wanted to thank everyone who has stuck with this amazing story I have written and I am sorry I haven't updated in a long time. For some reason, I can't seem to get a lot written during the summer as much as I can during other seasons. It will seem like that Vincent is dying, but readers, he will not die. You all have my word. I hope everyone will like it.
Stryker watched Vincent's heart monitor go up and up and up, going to numbers in the three hundreds. Vincent was thrashing harder and harder, seeing his life flash before his eyes. Vincent's eyes under his eyelids were moving rapidly as he saw his mother as a young woman. . . .
Anna looked at her little baby boy that she was breastfeeding in her private quarters. He was born just two days ago. Anna rubbed her little Vincent's back as she hummed to him, watching him suckle on her left nipple. Vincent's eyes were looking up at her. He was the spitting image of his father, Victor Creed AKA Sabretooth, but he did have her ears and she hoped that some of her personality would be passed down to him. She loved her little half feral with all her heart.
Anna heard her door creak open and she looked to the doorway where William Stryker was standing, watching her and Vincent. He was just watching them and the look he was giving them made her skin crawl. The man could be very eerie when he wanted to be. Stryker walked to them and glanced at Vincent.
"How is the. . . .little one?" he asked her.
"He's doing very well," Anna smiled as she held Vincent and burped him"He's getting stronger and stronger with every passing day."
"Very very good," Stryker had a smirk as he watched the little feral give a mighty belch, one that was a mixture of a belch and a small weak growl. "I think it would be a good idea if Vincent had his shots now instead of in a week."
"You think so?" Anna was a doctor, but she felt uncomfortable when she saw that smirk of his.
"Yes," he nodded. "Bring. . . .Vincent down in a few minutes."
He then left and Anna gave a mighty sigh. She wasn't sure if she trusted Stryker anymore. He seemed so obsessed with Vincent since he found out Anna was pregnant with the baby. She then stood up and got him changed into a clean onsie. She rocked him slightly as she carried him out and to the medical lab. She felt so uneasy about this, but Vincent didn't have his healing factor yet and she didn't want him to get sick at all.
Once in there, she took him to a table and held him on it. A small chill ran up her spine when she saw how big those syringes were. She wouldn't care for them earlier, but the thought of those needles going into her baby's arm made her feel really uneasy. She sighed deeply as she held him, distracting him as Stryker took a syringe with a four inch needle and put it into Vincent's arm, making him cry madly at the pain. Anna tried soothing her baby boy as she looked to Stryker. Stryker drew blood into the syringe.
He had a small smirk as he took the needle out and took it to a table as a nurse came and put a kitty cat band-aid on Vincent's arm. Anna's eyes were on Strkyer as he squirted the blood into a vile. He then put a light blue liquid into the vile of blood and watched it react. His smirk grew bigger as he gave a dark evil chuckle. . . .
Strkyer watched the monitors and watched the levels of the adamantium sinking into the young boy's bones. Then a rapid beeping came from the adamantium levels monitor. "What the hell is going on now?!" he demanded.
A technician typed onto a keyboard and looked to a screen. "It says that the adamantium is failing!" he said, looking to Stryker.
Stryker glared darkly. "What do you mean it's failing?! Is he not going to survive it?!"
"He will live, but because of the way his healing factor is and with how young he is, Vincent's body is not able to handle this kind of procedure."
"Will he die?"
"No, he won't, but we will have to pull him out and possibly give him a large dosage of steroids and train him hours on end to build up his body to a mature level so his body can handle this."
Stryker gave this some thought. "We can tamper with the steroids so his body will not eject them. Get him outta there and into his cell, now!"
Then the monitors suddenly started beeping more rapidly, Vincent's heart rate dropping and dropping. His heart rate was going down and down and down! Stryker's head shot from the tank then right back to the technician who was working on the monitors, Stryker glared darkly at him.
"What the hell happened now?!" Stryker demanded.
"I-I-I don't know!" studdered the technician. "I think the adamantium is having trouble coming out of his body. He is dying!"
"Goddammit, you said he would live, you dumbass! Are you trying to make a fool out of me, son?!"
The technician was shaking as he shook his head. "N-n-no sir!" he said.
Vincent's heart rate dropped more and more. Anna was watching the procedure and her heart was sinking from the sight of her son dying in that tank and those bastards weren't doing a thing about it. She would be right over there and getting him out, but Anna was too frightened from shock to even move an inch. His heart rate dropped even more and then. . . . . . . . . BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
"GODDAMMIT!" Stryker turned away from the monitors and rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Abort the procedure. He isn't worth anything to us dead."
The technician nodded and aborted the procedure by typing a few keys. Soon technicians were getting Vincent out, unhooked, and onto a gurney. Vincent's mother ran over to her child, tears streaming down her face and gripped his arm, trying to get him to wake up, not believing that he was dead! Stryker merely strolled over to the gurney. He just looked at what appeared to be a dead half feral. Stryker put his hand onto Anna's shoulder.
"You knew the risks he was going through and there is nothing we can do now," he told her, sounding like Vincent actually made the choice to go through this horrible procedure as he made her let go then started leading her away.
Anna didn't say a word, just walked with him, but then suddenly there was a animal like howl and Stryker cried out in pain, falling to the floor, Vincent on his back, his claws sunk into his back, Vincent was completely feral now, tearing the shit out of Stryker's back. Anna's eyes were wide in surprise and relief. She didn't bother to help the bastard up, just letting her son rip his back apart. Guards came down from a flight of stairs and pulled Vincent off and shot a dosage of tranqulizers that would take out three elephants. Vincent gave out a last might howl then was slumped in the guards' arms and was put back onto the gurney.
He was completely passed out as he was wheeled out of the procedure room and back to his own cell. Vincent's mother followed the workers, watching her unconscious boy. She helped them get him off and onto the cot that was provided for him. They left, but she stayed behind and watched her boy. She wiped his drenched hair from his face and pulled the thin blanket to Vincent's chin. Anna kissed his forehead and stayed with him for a while longer.
She had really missed her little baby boy and she was so happy that she had left Vincent in the caring hands of Victor. He seemed like he would do a wonderful job of caring for Vincent and by the looks of it, he did a fucking damn well job doing it. Anna was hoping with all her heart that Victor was on his way right now to save Vincent from the evil clutches of William Stryker. She didn't want to see Vincent get hurt by Stryker anymore than he already was. She gave a sigh as she kissed Vincent's forehead a second time while holding his hand, rubbing her thumb against the back of his hand. She then started humming a soft tune to him, hoping that he would wake up again. His body twitched uncomfortably from the excruciating pain he endured.
Meanwhile, Victor, Logan, and Hank were getting closer and closer to the base. Victor couldn't stop thinking the worse about his son, but he hoped to God that Vincent's mother was protecting Vincent from Stryker's evil plans. God only knows what that evil son of a bitch was doing to that poor boy. Victor sighed deeply and shook his head a little to try and get rid of those bad thoughts and try to replace them with positive thoughts of how to get Vincent free from that base. Victor hoped that his son was still in one piece.