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Project X: The Birth of Wolverine, Chapter 4- The Merc
"YAAAAAAAY! I got the Wolverine! WHOO-HOO!"
"Will you shut up? It's a good thing you came in time."
I know. I know. But...I DID IT! YAAAAAAAAY! Deadpool is in the house!"
"I just don't get it. How can Stryker send a stupid guy like you to work with me?"
"Hey Foxy partner. If I hadn't come, we would have failed catching Wolverine."
"What did you just say?"
"Foxy partner. What? You got a problem with that? Listen up, fan-fic readers. Foxy has a problem."
"SHUT UP!"
"Listen Foxy. I'm a merc with a mouth. Not without it. Get it? HA! HA! HA! HA!"
"You look disgusting. Why don't you put on that mask of yours?"
"I was born this way. Ok?"
"Yeah. Like I care."
"Stryker is going to be impressed with our capture. I wish, I had more money. BOO-HOO! HOO! HOO!"
"You always care about money."
"Yeah, I always do. As a matter of fact, I always have to earn money. That's what a mercenary is all about."
"Are you sure this carbonadium bullet did the trick?"
"Listen, Foxy. These bullets come in handy. They only can slow us down. Since we have our own healing factors."
"Yeah, I know that."
"Are you scared?"
"No, I'm not."
"Scaredy cat! Scaredy cat sitting on a tree! Ummm. Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah Blah!"
"You're certainly strange."
"HEE! HEE! HEE! HEE! HEE!"
"I have never seen such a strong guy like you. You don't seem to give up on everything. Including your kills."
"Well, Foxy. I have to be honest with you. There are times you should stick with things which are happening in this world. No matter what happens. You have to live in it."
"You're strange indeed."
"HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! You're funny. I like you. Can we have a date?"
"Excuse me?"
"Ah, nevermind. I'm sure you woudn't want to go with me. I wish, I was handsome. Maybe, when I go back home. I'll look myself in the mirror."
Sometimes, I neva get this guy. He always have to say things out of his f*ckin' mind. Which really makes me sick. Yea, tell me about it. If you want to know what this strange guy is about, you neva want to mess with him. Even though I was unconsious, I neva thought he could carry me all the way through. I can still feel the pain though after that bullet got shot through my skin. I neva quite felt this pain before. Sometimes, my emotions always get in check. Especially, when I get angry sometimes. Well, I guess ya would say all the time.
I was brought back to the Project X facility. The rest of the eggheads came by and strapped me into a bed. The straps were adamantium based. I guess, these guys always have great minds to play with. I wonder how I'm goin' to get out of this one.
"Wade Wilson, I see you have captured our first test subject."
"Thanks, Mr. Stryker."
"It's sir."
"Ok. SIR!"
"Just get out of my way."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"Silver Fox, will you please escort Wade from here?"
"Yes, sir!"
Thank goodness, he went out for a while. Otherwise, who knows what kind of speeches he might say. I always hated his way of talkin' to people this way. A piece of $h*t.
I was still strapped on to my bed and couldn't move since the red bullet resides in my skin. I also learned that the bullet was made out of carbonadium. This unknown substance was meant to block healin' factors which would mean that we could die from it. But the fact is how long can we stay alive. I always wonder if I'm still dead. Judging the fact that I got hit by a powerful bullet.
One of the scientists plucked the red bullet out from my chest and put it on the silver tray. Stryker was hesitant to see whether I was still alive or not. Because he wanted me alive at this point. He wanted me to do the dirty work for him. If I had the strength to break off these adamantium straps, I would definitely slash Stryker's neck off. I really hated the guy.
"Sir, his wounds are healing," said one of the scientists. Stryker had this good news comin' to him. Maybe, I should've been better off dead. Who knows what I will do next? I just wanted to have a peaceful life. It's the one thing that I have ever wanted. In order to get it, I have to do somethin' to free myself from this kind of $h*t.
"Wolverine, or shall I say Logan?" asked the general. "You caused a quite a lot of trouble for me." "Yea, you know what? You always cause trouble for me. That's for payback. You made me more than an animal. Ya scumbag!" I said angrily. The young general quite laughed at me. He sure never get my words seriously. I wish he could learn a thing or two for not messing with my f*ckin' mind.
"Wolverine, I have something for you. Something that you will never remember for good."
When I heard those words, I felt like laughin' at him. How could he even possibly do that? Well, I'll have to wait and see what will happen to me. Sometimes, my mind ain't playin' right.
"Doctor, it's time to proceed our next experiment."
"Yes, Mr. Stryker."
Great! I'm goin' to experience the next painful chapter in my life. These things will neva end. I just hope that I can get out of here before they poke those needles on me. If they do, I'll slash my way through once again. Maybe or maybe not. I just gotta know when I can. One of the scientists injected a sleepin' drug through my skin and I went fast sleep in cold darkness.
To be continued in Project X: The Birth of Wolverine, Chapter 5- Shattered.
What? What will they do to Logan this time? Is it the virtual experiment? Is it something more different? Well, you may find out in the next chapter of Wolverine. Because things will get ugly if ya know what I mean. SNIKT!
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