First of all, I certainly dont own X-Men. If I did, Rogue and Logan would have had hot, sweaty sex a long time ago. And for writers out there: never do what I'm doing right now. Never publish a story without making sure that you have a large enough supply of chapters already written so that if you get a writer's block, you can still publish and make sure your readers don't suffer. But no worries, everyone! I'll make sure I update once a week if you review!
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The lab was so similar to the one in his memories. He had to shake himself not to let his mind be taken in a whirl of nightmares from another time. Semi-lit corridor after semi-lit corridor, he sneaked further in the underground lab, using all his instincts to remain unseen and unheard. His form blended in the shadows easily, the predator in him purring at the hunt, wanting blood.
He stilled abruptly. The smell of blood and chemicals was stronger. Much stronger. Crouching, he looked through the open arch at the room below. And refrained from gasping and rushing in. he closed his eyes for but a moment, shuddering in disgust and blood lust. The Wolverine was clawing at his restraints, urging him to kill everybody and bathe in their blood. Through the grilled footbridge, he observed the scientists, analyzing just in what order he would kill them, fuck Chuck and his "get in, get out, don't be seen." This was bigger than what they had anticipated. It was supposed to be only a small, independent lab that worked on genetics. Apparently, that involved a mutant lab rat. As far as he was concerned, reconnaissance was done. Now came the time for action.
"Do you think the experiment will go well?" assaulted his sensitive ears.
"It continues to resist, but it gets feebler every time. I've no doubt we shall soon reap the benefits of our work. What a great weapon it will be!"
It? That was a human being, not an object! Rage filled his being, fuelled by the scientists' offhanded remarks.
Unsheathing his claws, he jumped on top of the gigantic tube in the center of the circular room.
On the floor, the scientists looked up at the roar that shook the place, taking in the sight of the crouching man with extended claws in the shadows, coming up with visions of werewolves howling at the moon. The man jumped down in front of them and clawed at them, sending blood spraying around in showers of crimson.
Chaos erupted in the lab. Wolverine sent the men and women flying, most of them crashing against costly machines, their broken bodies hanging on them like ragged dolls. Cries erupted from behind him, followed by gun shots. So the cavalry had arrived at last. The bullets tore at him, sending flares of pain in his muscles; they didn't manage to slow him down as he jumped at them, relishing in their yells of terror.
"Shit, was that his chick or something?" cried out a man as he shot at him frenetically, sweating heavily. Blood gurgled from his mouth, eyes becoming glazed, as the mutant plunged his claws in his gut.
Wolverine twirled around, eyes flashing, growling ferally, body tensed, ready for a fight. Silence greeted him, punctuated only by the low whirring of machine. As he whirled toward the tube filled with greenish liquid, his eyes met the ones of the young girl suspended in it. They were half-lidded, but in spite of her heavily drugged state, behind them shone a spark of recognition. So her spirit had not been completely broken yet.
"Don't move, girl, I'm gonna get ya outta that thing," he growled.
With a slice of his adamantium claws, the glass of the gigantic tube fell to the floor, spilling the strange liquid. He jumped away, landing on a stainless steel table to avoid being splashed, but soon jumped again, this time in the tube, to catch the girl in his strong arms. He crouched on the bottom of the tube, his black boots splashing the remains of the green substance as he crouched with the girl in his arms. Quickly and efficiently, but carefully, he took out the tubes planted in her body in diverse places, gently tugging them out of her veins. Blood welled on her skin, but nursing her wounds would have to wait until an appropriate time, preferably far away, too. He divested a dead scientist of his smock, fortunately mostly dry, and wrapped the girl in it to cover her utter nakedness. With that done, he gathered the bundle in his arms and plunged his claws in a group of processors. A spark flew and caught a fluid on the floor, igniting it.
"Time to get outta here, girl, the house is burnin' down," he told her as he ran for the exit, knowing that the building would blow up soon enough. "Sleep, baby girl, you're safe with me."
The half-lidded eyes that were scrutinizing his face closed, her head rested on his chest, where she could hear his strong heartbeat, and her body went lax.
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