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Note- The story continues from Wolverine: The Fall of H.A.M.M.E.R. Part 5- Last Stand.
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Project X: The Birth of Wolverine, Chapter 71- Sabretooth, Part 1
Location- Germany.
Year- 1939.
Time- Unknown.
It was the beginnin' of the second World War. Victor and I were hidin' from the German troops who have recently captured Jews and later slaughtered them. It wasn't a good sight though. I tried to help them the best way I can. But we were stuck in this world after escapin' nearly about 10 years from the gangster incident back in Vancouver. A city where I found myself, rememberin' nothin'. Not even what happened before. I met Victor Creed durin' the gun shoot-out with the deadly gangsters. I had to join Victor and his bad club, killin' the gangsters and securin' our cashes from them. It used to be a fun time. But this time, it ain't fun anymore. We managed to escape from the bad guys, travel to other places, and came to this country. A long journey, I would say. We kept runnin' and runnin' away like the fastest animals on the planet. We were quite young at that time. But due to our healin' factors, we looked older than anyone would think of.
The city was piled into rubbles and ashes. The Germans were takin' a big step on conquerin' America. Includin' the one famous figure in German history, Adolf Hitler. He was a dangerous man who hates Jews and yet he doesn't care about any innocence inside them. Like a mad dog who would pounce on each victim and bite their skins off. Victor was none other like Hitler. He sure likes to kill but I hope he doesn't fall into the same category as the mad Hitler. We're talkin' about innocent lives here.
We got enlisted in the Armed Infantry Division so that we can work our way up to the top ranks. These days you have to work hard, day and night to fight the German b@$t@rd$. Victor sure likes to kill every single one of them. But I neva wanted to do it since killin' ain't my part of it. Now that we participated in this war, it seems there's no other choice to kill them.
We went to a house where a Jewish family were livin' and hidin' from the German troops. Hitler was plannin' to take over America and control it by usin' his vast resources. But there was a man who was workin' side by side with him. The man who came to be known as Johann Schmidt. He was currently workin' for Hitler, followin' his course of action and how to defeat the Americans. The true fact is that Johann was also a dangerous man. Victor and I used to hear about him while we travellin' to Germany. A man of patience, dignity, and self-righteousness. Who knows what Johann might come up with a darin' plan against the Americans. But we were the only two Canadians who just got bordered into Germany. We had to pretend that we were American soldiers lookin' for a fight. It was the hardest thing to do. There wasn't any choice. We can survive like animals and if anyone like Johann or Hitler would attack us, then we'll have to slit their throats out.
The Jewish family was comprised of a widow and her two kids. One boy and one girl. They were like starvin' for food after the father and husband died durin' the German army raid. We came to their house and offerin' them an exhange for our hides. So we could keep them safe. The widow told us to go down and hide in the attic so that the Germans wouldn't find us. She somehow knew that we weren't Americans because she was a school teacher, teachin' English and History to her students. She had to work hard day and night to feel herself and her children. I always used to think that this was wasn't necessary. But sometimes, you have deal with it.
Victor and I hid inside the attic, which the widow closed the wooden door behind us . The attic room had so many stashes of leftover food so that the widow and her kids can eat them. I felt sorry for them and wanted to do somethin' to help them. But at this kinda situation, we had to escape and find a secured place to live in. Victor seems to be tired of runnin'. He began to say these words out of my expectations.
"Logan. We can't hide like this forever."
"I know what ya mean, bub. But what can we do? Those Germans will...."
"You idiot. We have our d@mn healin' factors. We can show them what we're made of. Takin' them down one by one. You really want to run away like a chicken? Eh?"
I hate to say it but Victor Creed got a good point. We might have to take all of them down. But there were too many soldiers to fight against. Not to mention, they also have tanks that can blow our bodies up. Then how we can come back? Our injuries may heal at the faster rate but our body parts can't regenerate when they are gone. Victor placed his hands on both sides of my shoulder and looked through me.
"Logan. We have to do somethin'. Runnin' away is point....Wait someone's comin'. Don't say a d@mn word."
We stopped talkin' and listened a door knock outside the widow's home. We had to open the wooden door and peek in. So that we could see who the visitor is.
"Be careful, Logan. It's the German soldier," said Victor in his low voice. He was sniffin' around like a dirty rat. I did the same thing and Victor was right about the visitor. It was the f*ckin' German alright.
"D@mn it, Victor. He knew we're here," I said out of anger, wantin' to know if the visitor had come for us.
"It's to early to tell. But we'll have to wait and see. For now, just be f*cking quiet. Will you?"
It took a while for the widow to open the door. When she unlocked the door, she saw the German standin' in posture like a true gentleman. He took his hat off and bowed down before the widow as if though she was important and special. He put his hat back on his head and said he wanted to come in. The widow allowed him to come inside. Whereas her two kids were standin' there, tremblin' with fear. The German soldier smiled at them and said he wouldn't do anythin' to hurt them. But that ain't the d@mn truth. Because the Germans hated the Jews. The German soldier looked at the widow, starin' at her beautiful face. She had the red lips where ya wanna smell a rose from. Sweet and tender like true blood. The German looked around her house and began to speak.
"I came here to look for two men. One of my informants got an early report saying that these two men have come to this place. Have you seen them?"
There was silence in the room and the widow didn't even utter a single word. We could have told her to be quiet but I don't think she would tell. Because we can tell by the looks from her. I doubt she would want to just save herself and the kids though.
"Answer my question! Have you seen two men coming by here?"
"No....sir," the widow finally replied. "Please, don't hurt us. My husband is dead. I only have my two children to take care of."
The soldier was wanderin' around the house, with both of his hands, wrapped around his back. Then he gave a quick glance at her, askin' more questions.
"Have you heard of their names, Logan and Victor?"
"No sir. I don't know."
"Do not lie to me. The informant had seen them. I know that they must be here. There is no mistake about it."
"Please....sir. I'm telling you the truth."
"Then, I'll have to take care of you. Right? Since your husband is not here anymore....."
He took out a gun from his belt and pointed it against her. The kids started to cry and told him not to shoot. The widow was shaken a bit, wonderin' if the soldier was gonna shoot her. I closed the wooden door and told Victor what we have to do in this kinda stiuation.
"Victor, we have to help them."
Victor didn't say anythin' at first. Although, he may not care about such innocent lives but he sure likes to kill all the time. He pushed me aside, went up the stairs towards the entrance of the attic. I began to wonder what he was gonna do right now. I wanted to save them first because I can't say for sure if Victor is goin' to save them. He finally opened the woodern door and revealed himself to the German soldier. I followed him and the soldier was stunned to see that we were hidin' under the old attic.
"You! You must be Logan and Victor. I knew it! You f*cking lied to me, b!tch!"
The widow and the kids were holdin' each other as they saw us standin' in front of the soldier. We had no choice but to get out and deal with the harsh situation. It was a good thing that Victor decided to come out from that old dusty attic. He was givin' a quick grin on his face, towards the soldier.
"Yeah. That's who we are. And what are you gonna do about it? Eh? Kill us?"
The German soldier was still holdin' his gun, pointin' towards us. He seemed to be afraid of the fact that Victor Creed is a dangerous person. An animal who likes to kill for fun. Durin' our travels, I tried tellin' him that killin' ain't the part of our lives. That we needed to become better people. Leadin' peaceful lives like everyone who doesn't involve themselves in these harsh times of war. He pulled me back aside again, wantin' to take care of the soldier himself.
"Come on. Just shoot me. I bet you don't know anything about my true f*cking nature. Heh! Heh! Heh!"
"I will shoot you! I swear!"
Victor came walkin' towards him while he was holdin' the gun. The soldier then took several shots on Victor's body. He cried out in pain and fell back on the floor like a dead duck. The kids screamed and the widow closed their ears tightly, not wantin' to hear any more shots. A few seconds later, Victor got up and the soldier's eyes were wide open as if he had seen a person comin' back to life.
"What?....How?....You're alive?"
"Heh! Heh! Heh!" the wild blond animal laughed. "You see? This is my true nature."
All of a sudden, Victor came pouncin' on him like a wild dog and the soldier fell back on the floor. Victor took his gun away and slashed his skin off with his right arm. Tons of blood came splashin' over the walls. The cries of pain was affectin' the widow and her two kids. The blond b@$t@rd kept slashin' the soldier over and over again. I told Victor to stop but he didn't. His eyes were like a roarin' lion, tearin' the flesh of other animals.
"Victor! That's enough! He's already dead!" I cried out.
Victor stopped slashin' the dead soldier. He got up from his feet, lickin' the last soldier's blood on his tongue. The scary look on his face was bein' brought down upon the Jewish family. Yet, it was a horrible experience for them. Victor came towards me and told me in his harsh words.
"Don't you ever tell me what to do. You got it?"
"Can't you see the widow and her kids here? They don't wanna see this kinda $h!t!"
"We're in a war, Logan. They have the right to see. They can't just hide in this rotten place forever. Can't they? She's the one who's protectin' them. She has to take some wild steps in order to survive this $h!thole."
I didn't say any further than what I wanted to say. I looked back at the widow, apologizin' for their interference. But she didn't say any word at the moment. Because she was scared. Either she was scared of the German soldier or the blond beast here. Victor came closer to the widow. sayin' some nasty things to her.
"Look lady. If some German soldier comes and harm you and your kids, you better watch your back. You're gonna need this."
It was the gun of the dead German soldier. He placed the gun on the widow's hands and went back to take the soldier's dead body up. He then threw it inside the attic room, scarin' both the widow and the kids.
"You and your kids better move out of this place. Got it? It's gonna stink, you know. Come on, Logan. Let's get out of here."
I followed Victor to the outside world without lookin' back at the widow and her two kids. I wanted to save them as much as possible. It wasn't that kind of way to kill him right in front of their eyes. But I guess I have to ignore the bloody situation here. We passed by the Jewish workers as one young man was starin' at us. I didn't know who the man was. But he seemed to be takin' an interest in both of us. I ignored him and off we went into the deep rubble of the Jewish community.
Present.....
I came back to Germany and figured that Victor could come to this place. We used to drink, chat, and fight all time around like best friends. But that was a long time ago. I used the secret information that the old Nick had given me. The information was encased inside the squared disk just like the one which the late Garrison Kane used to have. A sign was shown at the side of the bar. This was the place where we used to have fun. I don't think this will be the time of fun. Because it means serious business.
I opened the door and went inside the bar. I was lookin' around so many people who were enjoin' their drinks and the food. I noticed a guy was wearin' a woollen jacket. It was leather brown and his boots were black. He also had the old blue jeans, which he neva used to change since then. It was Victor Creed, alright. He was drinkin' his favourite beer which I also used to drink with him in the old days. I came to the aisle and sat down on the stool. Victor began to speak before I had to say anythin'.
"Logan....It's been a while. Isn't it?"
"Yea. Good old times."
"I know why you're here, Logan. But I'm not gonna say anythin' about it."
"I knew it. Stryker did tell ya. Didn't he?"
"So what if he did? I'm only doing my best d@mn job."
"Like what? Killin'?"
"What do you think?"
I looked at him angrily and wanted to say bad things towards him. But there were so many guests in the bar and I didn't want them to watch an upcomin' scene here. I asked Victor straight on his face while he was drinkin' his d@mn beer.
"Listen to me, Victor. He used you and me. Can't you see that?"
Victor kept drinkin' the beer and placed it on the front desk. He swiped the tiny droplets of beer away from his lips and continued answerin' my questions.
"I know, Logan."
"Then why aren't you doin' anythin' about it? Are ya that stupid?"
"If he was here, I would certainly kill him. That's for sure. Now, I don't know where the f*ck he is."
"Listen, Victor. We can do this together. We can track him down and kill him. Whaddya say?"
"Heh! Heh! Heh! Heh! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! HAH! HAH! HAH! HAH!" Victor laughed so loud that the rest of the crowd heard it. They must be thinkin' that Victor here was enjoyin' his time.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"You? Kill? You had the chance to kill that German b@$t@rd."
"That was a long time ago."
"Yea. And you hesitated. Because you don't want to kill right in front of those poor Jewish souls. Let me ask you a question, Logan. If I was a German soldier, would you kill me? Would you?"
I didn't wanna say anythin' about it. It was that time I hadn't felt killin' anyone. Even though I did kill some people whom they were bad enough to been dealt with. Until, one day I got recruited by the C.I.A. and then became part of an Project X experiment. It was the worst moment that I have ever joined. I neva wanted to become a wild animal. Even like the blond b@$t@rd here.
When the busy bartender finally came to ask me for the drink, I said that I wanted the same beer as Victor Creed only with the can. He gave a can of beer to me and I opened it. I looked at Victor's face as he was still enjoyin' his tasty beer.
"Tell me where he is," I asked. But Victor didn't seem to listen a d@mn word I said. He finished the beer in one last gulp and put the glass back on the front table. He looked towards me as I if though he were lookin' for a fight.
"Wanna fight, Logan?"
"I didn't came here to fight you. D@mmit!"
"Oh yeah. If you really want to know where Stryker is. Then I suggest you fight me first. How about it, Logan? Just like old times. Eh?"
To be continued in Project X: The Birth of Wolverine, Chapter 72- Sabretooth, Part 2.
Whoah there! Is Logan going to fight Victor in order to find out where Stryker is? Find out in the next chapter of Wolverine. You betta tell me, Victor or else.....SNIKT!
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