Hot Rods & Spitfire Chapter 9 - Up and at 'Em!

Title: Hot Rods and Spitfire
Author: WitchAnteia
Rating: NC-17 for explicit, violent content not palatable for younger viewers but purr-fect for adults!
Spoiler alert: All three X-Men movies, Weapon X, the novel + some parts of the X-Men’s Ultimate Universe comics.
Summary: Logan's mind is a vortex, while the wolverine's will is hard as stone, Eau du Remorse', and then its playtime for goldi-locks!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here. OMG, pleaze for the luv of God don't sue! I'm poor as hell!
Genre: Shipper, Angst, Action, + Smut-ious Glorious! Special Thanks 2: Phil for continuing to make my days shiny! 

Chapter Nine - Up and at 'Em!

Something was happening for the Wolverine. Well, not so much necessarily for him as to him. He floated, suspended in a vat of molten lava.  The scientists sought out the adamantium's malleable twist here.  However this slight twist was as far as they could ever get even after several hours.  It was there the Wolverine's adamantium bones lay, but it was his will alone that pulled his dying form from such a fiery pit.
  
  Wolverine's skeleton pulled out of the fire and sensed more than saw, for his eyes were gone, the scientist who had pursued the Weapon X project all the way to its bitter end.  He had known his name  when the experiments began, but that name was gone to him now, burned away with most of the grey matter that had once been his brain.  Now all he knew was the remnant of a distant thought.  "kill them all."   And he let that murderous rage overtake him until the claws of his skeleton drove their way into the heart of this sadistic doctor.  
  Marie's face appeared before him then, gasping and growing pale.  Logan withdrew the three claws back inside his hands and noticed for the first time that his eyes had grown back.  However those eyes had to look on in terror as Marie's horrible impalement replayed before him.
  "Please!  Please, somebody help!"  Logan screamed just as before.  When he saw Marie's hand reach out to him, his heart fell.  
  "No!"  He screamed inside.  But this time instead of her hand going towards his cheek, it went to his shoulder.  Her body pressed forward and Marie's mouth made its way to his.
  "Angel, you can have me..."  But this time there was no pouring of his life into hers and no big, blue veins to tell of such a transferance.  Instead what Wolverine thought was Marie he was holding turned into a petite Asian woman when he opened his transfixed eyes.  Her tiny mouth twitched with words so quiet only the Wolverine could have heard them.  
  "私を覚えていてください愛!"  "Remember me love!"  He looked down at her with a mixture of both disappointment and pity.  He didn't know how or when he could have ever known Japanese, so he passed it off as something irrelevant or impossible.  He noticed the woman's hand lying upon his shoulder as delicately as hers had and he became angry.  He wanted to tear down the walls of these series of repetative illusions.  He looked up from the dying woman when he heard a snapping sound.  He saw a shape, large and horrible looming in a broken-down, wooden house draped in curtains of red fire.  Logan growled in defiance at the audacity of this beast-man to come into his place.
  "Thought you could just ignore me, runt?"  Sabertooth's rotten voice snarled before dragging him from the woman.  The Wolverine wanted to lash out, but he felt more confused than anything at the situation he found himself in and became paralyzed by some unknown force. 
  Sabertooth kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying into a wall, one that felt harder than wood.  By the time his face hit the floor, he knew where he was, surrounded by a stone room, in a prison outside the one in his mind.
  "I said wake the fuck up!"  Sabertooth roared over Logan.  "You got company!"  He snapped and made his way out of the cage towards what looked like some 80's breakdancer.
  Logan lauged to himself giddily, but was confused as to why his arms and legs dissobeyed him with their unwillingness to move.  He looked up at what was unmistakably that punk Pyro.  He wanted to meet him on his feet or maybe on the ends of his claws, but found himself unable.  Pyro's form, as dilluted as it seemed, wafting from side to side in the Wolverine's mind, squatted down on his heels and took a look over him, but only for a second before looking away.  Logan studied the kid as he put a hand over his mouth and inhaled a scent deeply, almost as a calming gesture.  He tried to catch what the smell was, but was too confused by its powerful nature.  The kid was up by the time Logan was beginning to get a handle on what it was.
  "Well I don't suppose there's any need to interogate you, is there?"
  Oh yeah, that was definitely the same arrogant Pyro, Logan remembered, but what was so remeniscent about the scent?  Now that he was thinking about it...
  "I already know everything you know and maybe now a few things you don't..."
  It was something powerful, yet pure, which was a laughably odd pairing in Logan's mind.
  Pyro took out a cigarrette and lit it through the trigger on his wrist.  
  "...  about Marie I mean."
Later on Logan would be unable to remember the words he snarled at the two then, something to the effect of, "KILL YOU!"
  An eyebrow went up when Sabertooth whispered something to John.  
  "He doesn't know what he's saying."  Pryo spoke, "With all the drugs we're pumping through his spine, I'm shocked he's even awake."  Sabertooth looked unconvinced, but John only glanced over the Wolverine once more before leaving a final instruction: "Don't kill him until I say so."
  He strode away quickly then, while a grinning Sabertooth made his way back into Logan's cage or maybe it was their cage now that it held them both?  Wolverine was now in just such a humor, but if he had been listening  he would have heard his soul cry out in agony.  
  Yet still, the Wolverine smiled like a fool when he met the end of Sabertooth's heavy boot.
  "Be there soon, angel."

 

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