Movie Night! (Faith/open)

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The fight had most certainly begun among father and son, though this was not at all on the same level as most. Daken was not crying as his father struck him, trying to fight back as emotional trauma broke out into painful, physical conflict. Oh no, this was far too different from what many families experienced. This was a son trying to murder his father without the older man even knowing who he was. Amidst the chaos, the little girl would leap away and the oldest of the three would fight back, proving that he was as talented and resilient as Daken had been warned of so many times before. Daken's hand was grabbed just before stabbing his father in the chest, his wrist being gripped to prevent the attack. Daken quickly realized that the intended impaling of his fathers chest would not work, but he smirked and even snickered with sadistic amusement as soon as his wrist was grabbed. Even before his arm was pushed against his own chest, Wolverine would be taken by surprise again as Daken's third claw burst out from the underside of his right wrist, piercing straight through the center of Logan's hand, missing the impenetrable bones and going through flesh alone to come out the other side, again held in its place by the metal skeleton that now surrounded it.

Daken now had Wolverine's arms out of commission, though unfortunately, his own arms were useless now as well if he wanted to keep him there. He was then kneed in the thigh, turning slightly so that he would fall down to his knees, tugging his arms to force Wolverine to fall down beside him. With their faces only inches apart, their arms pinned together with claws through flesh, Daken simply smirked, the small hint of light in the theatre gleaming off of his bright teeth and canine fangs. Daken then spoke softly, eerily, nearly whispering to the man that he was temporarily connected to. His words held nothing but truth, a truth that seemed to be wrapped in a blanket sewn from anguish and pain. These were the words of an angry, psychotic man, yet words that would likely hit Wolverine harder than the foolish girl hiding above could ever hope to understand. Within the fury of combat and fighting for their lives, time seemed to stop as a few words lingered hopelessly in the air, so softly that even their super humanly acute senses could only barely pick up. To make it even more strange, the words were spoken in Japanese.

"Savagely trying to hack your own son to death again... Now I know how Itsu felt."

[james]

Logan roared in pain as a sudden surprise third claw peirced his hand from undernieth the man's hand he'd grabbed. That pain was momentarily ignored and lost in the tumble of them falling, this guy using the fall to his advantage. Keeping Logan restrained by the intertwining of their claws embedded into eachothers flesh. All to well an old similar situation this old brute was use to, exspecially with a mutant named Sabertooth. Last good scuffle he'd really had up on miss Liberty.

This man's voice was familiar, his evil smirk was familiar as well. There was a low snarl in the depths of Logan's throat as he kept his resistance against the man. Then he frose with confusion for a few mili-seconds as the words finally reached his ears as they seemed to echo. Hack...Son...to death again....Itsu. Lost in confusion for a spilt second

"..Itsu.."

It was a whisper so quiet it was almost just the movement of his lips as his memory jumped back to her. Then realizing this man was blaming him for something that he never did. With sudden adrenaline rush of rage, Logan gave a roaring yell so load it echoed in the theatre. He forcably pushed Daken away, not caring of the pain taking place as claws tore through muscle and tendon. Forcing space and seperation for the two, he was to his feet and stepping back.

SLNK!!

Claws retracted into his arms, and his arms at his side. Head slightly lowered, brows creased with eyes glued to his attacker. He would not attack again only fight in defence.

"I hacked NO one I loved to Death. Especially Itsu..." Logan's voice firm and ungiving in his words, jaw tensed at her name as memories of her filled his mind. Staying focused on the current situation, but her face still lingered in his mind. It seemed all the memories Logan had started happy and ended in heart destroying pain. So consintrated on this man and words of Itsu, he spaced Faith hiding in the shadows.

[lycan]

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Faith used the shadows to move closer unseen to their attacker, so she can strike just like she was taught. She couldn’t help but notice how this wasn’t much different that the other times she had been to the movies. Except the difference was that she wasn’t the one who was attacking, but she was one of the victims. Her eyesight never once leaving her father and the man who has similar claws to the two of them. In her mind, he was hurting her father and she only had the instinct and thought to stop him before it went too far. Her ears picked up something said from their attacker in Japanese and her mind quickly translated it. He brought up her father’s wife, and suddenly she knew what was going on. She growled a warning before she could stop herself, giving away her position. She automatically and quietly corrected that by moving even closer. By the time her father whispered his wife’s name, she was just behind them in the shadows unobserved by the untrained eye.

She watched as her father yelled with an echo and pushed the man away. Her immediate reaction was to stick out her foot so that it was behind their attacker, her goal was to make him trip backwards and land on his back. Her eyes darted over to her father, to see how much he was upset by this. She would have the same reaction, hell she did have the same reaction when she was told that her father was dead during an exercise. She watched his claws retracted, and she didn’t know what else to do. Her animal and training was telling her to show this man how much he had hurt them, but she didn’t want to show her father just how savage she thought.

”I hacked NO one I loved to Death. Especially Itsu…”

Faith knew this to be true, as she already knew what kind of a man her father was. She knew that the woman’s face was in his mind, and she managed to shove her instinct and training aside. The distinct snikt could be heard as she retracted her own claws, and approached her father. She was careful to stay out of the man’s range as she did. Once she was next to her father, she did something that she had only done twice in her life. And it was the same person who had received it. She wrapped her arms around him, telling him that she was right there and that she didn’t care what happened to them at the hands of this man. ”Forget him, Dad. He is only trying to bait you. I know you are not what he thinks…” She told him, and let him go before looking away. ”But he described me pretty damn well.” She added barely above a whisper, that if they didn’t have heightened senses like they did they would have barely heard her.

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”Speaking…”

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TIME :: Afternoon
TAG :: Logan/Open
WORDS :: 496
NOTES :: She is conflicted at what to do. She wants to attack Daken, but she doesn’t want Logan to see that side of her.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!!

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"..Itsu.."

The word that Wolverine mumbled brought a large, sadistic smirk to Daken's face the very second that it was uttered. It was not that the name of his mother brought the emotion to him, oh no, it was far from that. It was because of how it sounded when it escaped the throat of the older man. The pain... The guilt... The sorrow. Hearing the hurt that was carried in the name and the emotional stress he could hear in the changing of heart rhythm in his supposed father. To make it even greater, as his nose twitched, he could literally smell the emotion pouring off of Logan, the empathy enough to get Daken off at his fathers dismay. His eyes widened suddenly as Wolverine pushed away from him, tearing apart the flesh of his own arms and putting his built-in weapons away, staring at Daken in a way that said he was letting his emotion take over and was done with the fighting.

"I hacked NO one I loved to Death. Especially Itsu..."

Daken took in the words, letting them truly sink in a few seconds before his look of surprise from the self-mutilating escape faded, being taken over by a grin that grew wider and more diabolical with each passing second. His eyes widened more than they were from the shock of the passing moment, though this time it was a devilish stare, like a serial killer staring down a mother and her children cowering for their lives in the corner of their home on Christmas. Of course, this situation at hand wasn't too far from that. Daken would slowly pace toward the defenseless older man and the girl that was hugging him, proving to them both that he was not scared in any way and did not even feel threatened enough to act defensively. He would stick his head into the lions mouth just because he could.

"I never said you did. So clearly, that only means one thing..."

Daken paused to let Wolverine figure out what he was talking about. Wolverine never killed anyone he loved, thus Daken took it to heart that the man was just admitting that he never loved Itsu, or the child with which she was pregnant at the time over her death. He then turned his attention toward the girl whom was holding the man who was clearly in pain, his eyes narrowing dangerously upon her. With every passing moment, he would be one step closer toward them all, and if they remained where they were, he would be in arms reach within just a few more seconds. Though, he was in no rush, and rather enjoyed torturing others through anticipation and anxiety.

”Forget him, Dad. He is only trying to bait you. I know you are not what he thinks…”

Daken's brow arched as if the girl was lying and making stuff up that she had no clue about, which was far more true than she would realize. A mix of anger and carelessness become dominant as he replied to the girl.

"Really? Really? I think he is a horrible excuse and poor disgrace of a father or family man. I think he is a monster which lets its rage take over at every possible opportunity. I think he has killed countless people, many of which were defenseless or innocent, and he did so swiftly and without a second thought. I think he is a untainted killing machine who was trained by the most cruel and heartless men the world has ever spewed out of its wretched ass to forge a man that could slaughter endless people in order to selfishly accomplish his own goals. I think he takes blame for the death of those he pretends to care about, and even though others tell him that it wasn't his fault, deep down, he knows they are dead because of him and him alone. I think right now, he wants to kill me because that is all he knows how to do, but he is not going to do it, because he knows I am right. Tell her that I am wrong; Weapon X. . ."

Daken stopped, both in speech and in movement. He stood still, only about five feet away from the two of them, and he remained silent for what would likely seem like an hour, though in reality it would only be a few seconds. The words were spit from his own heart, everything he had heard about the infamous Wolverine, all the awful things he had been told. If any of it was true, then the man was just like himself, but he would not admit it so easily. Deciding that they had enough time to let all of the words embed themselves forever in their minds so that it would never be forgotten, he then stared straight at the girl in order to touch onto her last statement. She had said that he had described her pretty well, so he brought his left hand up to tap the tip of one of his claws against his chin as his left hand held his right elbow, looking up toward the roof with a pondering gaze.

"My mother was a pathetically weak whore who got knocked up and couldn't even do a damn thing to protect herself from the drunken induced murderous tendencies of her bastard husband. She was useless, stupid, and had only one purpose in life. She was wiped from face of existence and nobody misses her or remembers who she is. She was a foolish bitch that everyone is better off without." Daken took a deep breath after his rant, then lowered his arms to his sides again and shrugged as he looked straight at Faith, his face unusually blank despite how he had just spoken about his own deceased mother. "I guess you are right, I did describe you perfectly."

[james]

Daken had turned and twisted Logan's words against him, that started to boil his blood again. His hands curlings into loose fists as Faith went to his side trying to sooth him. Calm him down and tell him it wasn't true and not to let it bother him. The tense pheramone levels that Daken had distroted Logan's mind and body with earlier still seemed to be strong within him. Trying his best to supress the negative thoughts he had of himself and his life was becoming harder and harder. His body and arms were stiff and unwilling to return the affection of his daughter. At the moment the only thing keeping Logan from jumping at the man before him was listening to the guy's words and letting every single sylable sink in.

Logan's fits became pale white, his hands, arms and body started shaking, tense and taunt he was using all the strength he had to hold himself back from lunging at the man. It'd only prove this man was right, he had been reprogrammed to be a killing manipulating machine, no mercy, no care. And the worse part was his brother had envited and encouraged him to every step of the way....wait he wasn't like Victor he couldn't be that. Then Daken turned on attacking Faith with his words using Itsu as a comparison. If this man's goal was to stir and release every bit of emotional strife Logan had ever delt with in his life, he was doing it rather well.

Jaw clenched, entire body tense and ready for attack, his arm fully healed from being shredded, Logan's breathing and heart rate had picked up. It was like a vail of red blood had covered his eyes, all that ran through his mind was to shut this man up and call him a liar, kill him for his blasphamic words. Words the cut and destroyed Logan and his life and the people he loved. If he killed this man, he wouldn't feel sorry for it or that was the pheramones in his brain.

"You don't know anything Kid, Get OFF OF ME!!"

Completely directed at Faith he'd grabbed her by the back of her hair and tossed her away from him as he bolted at Daken. The lust and need to kill Daken was visible across Logan's face, Only thing that could maybe stop him is either the death of Daken or to vacate the man's manipulative powers. Claws were out quicker than a blink of an eye as he aimed to stab Daken in the chest as the man was to close to avoid Logan's attack completely.

[lycan]

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Faith listened to their attacker’s rant, and she knew it wasn’t true…now. He might have been that kind of person at one point, but she didn’t see it. What she saw was a man that cared for others, hates the place where she was born and raised, and now that the thought about it had tried his best to protect her as they walked into this room. That was the Logan she knew, that was who she had sought out to know more about. She turned to look at their attacker and snarled, showing her animalistic teeth. ”Oh, you heard the stories about him too? Thing is that I LIVED them, every single day of my life. And you know something, when they sent me to kill people a small part of me enjoyed it. And time after time that part of me kept growing, until it scared what part of me that they had not been able to mold into their image of him. So tell me who had the time to change who they are? I can tell you it isn’t me, and I would be all to happy to cut your miserable head off and use the skull as a cup.” She shot at him as he attempted to describe what had happened to her father, and in the course revealed more about herself than even her father knew. Then when he went to insult her by insulting his mother, she only shook her head. ”Sounds like you knew your mother. It is a pity to hear you speak in such a way of the woman who gave you life. If I knew mine, I wouldn’t have dishonored her memory in such filth.” She responded to his taunt in a conceding way that would only piss off normal people who were trying to get her to lose her temper first.

"You don't know anything Kid, Get OFF OF ME!!"

She had just enough time to notice her father’s body language, and right before he grabbed her hair and tossed her away. Her mind was still processing what he had shouted at her, and he was right. And wrong. She only knew one thing, and that was a life at Weapon X. The door she had tried to keep locked to hold all her childhood memories suddenly seemed flimsy at best, and she couldn’t be too sure if there was also an outside force on this or not. She flew through the air, heading for the wall and crashed into it leaving one hell of a sized dent into it. Upon impact, said memory door busted wide open and memories upon horrible, terrifying memories flooded to the forefront of her mind. When she opened her eyes from the throw her father gave her, she no longer saw the movie theater around her. What she saw was the Weapon X facility where she was kept, and the two figures fighting before her were not her father or their attacker but two employees that where charging her.

Seeing red, and feeling the sensation of being corner, scared, and need to fight for her life washing over her, Faith stood up from her spot. Her breathing heavy (a sign she was not doing very well), and extended her claws with a snikt. She gave her battle cry yell that overtook any other noise in the place and echoed from the soundproofing, and then charged both figures. ”I DO NOT WANT TO GO BACK UP AGAINST HIM!!!” She shouted at both of them, meaning she was not wanting to go into a battle simulator that had her father’s berserker rage programmed into it. It was now clear that she was not herself at this point, as she closed the distance between herself and the two figures before her.

At she very last possible moment, she jumped into the air and mid flipped to land behind their attacker to quickly sent a jab his way. She quickly ducked any hand that would perhaps retaliate and side stepped any kick to end up on their side, which she would then send an upper jab with her claws towards the other’s own side and repeated the process. She made a little dance out of this, not even seeing who these two before her really were. She only saw Weapon X and its employees, not the attacker or her father. She had been doing her little dance of jabbing, ducking and stepping for what seemed like forever, when she suddenly changed tatic and ended up behind their attacker’s back. She raised her foot and attempted to plant it in his back to send him and her father into each other and away from her.

Faith waited to see the result of this before she turned and began to fight of other attackers that she thought were more Weapon X employees that were sent for backup, but in reality they were just innocent humans looking for a safe way out… Unless she was snapped out of it very quickly, there was about to be one hell of a blood bath on their hands, and she was going to be the center of it.

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TIME :: Afternoon
TAG :: Logan/Open
WORDS :: 866
NOTES :: She has lost it, and thinks she is back as a child inside Weapon X…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!!

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Daken watched as daughter tried to comfort father, but it was not the display of affection that caught his interest. Rather, it was the emotion building up in the elder man that he was most pleased with, smelling it, watching so many emotions tear the man up on the inside. Daken knew that pain, and even if he could not sense emotion by the natural pheromones that Logan's body was giving off, he would likely recognize it as one that he had felt far too many times before. Soon, Wolverine would yell at his daughter before violently throwing her away like garbage, rushing at Daken. He knew he could not completely dodge the sudden attack, so he brought his arms up to cross over one another in front of his chest, his hands catching the same hands of his fathers'. His fingers slipped into the spaces between Wolverine's claws, and although it sliced the skin of his hands and caused blood to drip out at a steady pace, the metal laced bones kept his fingers intact.

He struggled to keep the man at bay, pushing with all of his strength to prevent the man from advancing any further with the claws ready to dice him up. It would seem like the two were once again at a stalemate where Daken had given up his offense in exchange for defense, though it appeared as though a psychotically enraged little girl would come to save the day. She leaped through the air in attempts to get behind Daken, and a whiff of the air let him know exactly how she felt. Anger, so much of it that one could feel as if it was a solid vapor in the room that would strangle anyone with a weak heart. Just before she landed behind him, Daken would use every ounce of strength he had to pull Wolverine toward him in their tug of war. Immediately after pulling his father closer, he slid his hands away from Logan's and ducked down, rolling off to the side and behind Wolverine.

The quick act would leave him several feet behind his elder, whom would not be standing face to face with the rampaging munchkin unless he had also moved away. As much as Daken would have loved to watch the girl tear apart her own father in a blind rage, he did not care how it turned out from this point on. He had gotten what he needed and his mission was complete. He had issued a warning to Wolverine that his son was alive, and that he was going to murder him for being the worst damn father on the planet. In addition, there was another very important purpose to this first meeting between family. Standing up from his roll, he faced the two, claws retracting into his arms as he brought his hand up to tap his nose a few times, a devilish smirk crossing his face to show his amusement and dark level of seriousness.

"Know that from now on, everyone who has your putrid stench on them is going to die."

Daken said before he threw the hood up over his head to hide his face again, his scent vanishing completely as he suppressed it entirely so that even their noses would not be able to identify or locate him. The increased anger would fade as well, but they were both already furious by themselves, and the girl was far deeper than Daken could have forced her to on his own, so the effects would not be easily forgotten. He then turned and sprinted off as quickly as possible toward the opposite end of the theater, where he would throw himself through the stage door and make his way out the back of the building. Unless his family members were able to escape their own troubles with one another and catch up to him in time, he would be lost in the crowded city streets outside, changing to a casual walk, knowing he could not be tracked by their normal means.

The message he had issued to his father would be one that, while brief and simple, along with not too informative, would be easily understood. Daken would be able to track his scent, follow him where he went, and find whoever he has been around. If he spent time with unsuspecting friends, family, companions of any kind... They were now on Daken's hit list.


[Exit thread, unless he is legitimately stopped before he can run out of the theater]

[james]

Logan had taken no knowledge or thought of what Faith was doing at all as he wrestled strength for strength to sink his claws into Daken's body. Weather it killed him or not he wanted blood out of the boy. His hit had been stopped by the boy grabbing and barely able to hold him back as he forced his claws to cut deeper and deep into Daken's hands. Before he realized it the opposing male struggled to force Logan to move around in the struggle. Then his intended prey forcefully left the grapple hold and Logan let out a grunting yell feeling his daughters feet collide with his shoulder and side. Enough to push Logan off his feet he landed from the kick on the ground hearing Daken's words.

"Then rid my life of YOU!!" Logan snarled in pure red blind rage in a responce. As the man got farther away Logan's rage level became more controllable. Dodging Faith next attempted attack his attention was pulled to her and away from Daken leaving. He'd find the punk later, but for now he needed to get Faith out of here. Though he really thought that exactly by now the sounds of sirens were reaching his ears. Seeing Faith go after the civilians pissed him off a bit as he'd learn to protect them after being with Xmen for so long.

Logan got up and bolted after Faith with his claws out as he ran at her. He didn't care what it'd take at this point he'd stop the freaking female from harming innocent people. Just before she was close enough to actually hurt the pour human in the way of her claws. Logan tackled her from the side right into the wall, any human it would have crushed all their ribs in their body. Not really watching where one hand was while tackling, his claws had sunk all the way into her gut.

"Snap out of IT!" He yelled at her keeping her pinned with his weight and strength.

(Sorry if I'm god moding only way I could think right now to take her down quickly.)

[lycan]

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Faith didn’t registar what their attacker did, but that did not mean that she did not hear or see. It just meant that it was filed away in her mind for later use, and to be recalled when needed later. So their attacker slipping away meant nothing to her at that time, only that her mind was trapped in her memory. She only wanted to escape, not really remembering where she was or who she was with. Her hand was poised for a swipe down toward what she thought was a Weapon X employ, and then she was tackled from the side. She hit the wall with a loud thud, the structure giving away under her body. She let out a roar as she felt three knife like objects sink into her stomach, and she looked up at her attacker. Her eyes had finally but slowly focused on the face towering over her, and he would have known that she was back from wherever she was trapped in.

"Snap out of IT!"

Her claws retracted back into her arms with a snikt, and her body was shaking pretty badly as she held back the scared eight year old’s tears from spilling down her cheeks. Her ears picked up the faint sounds of sirens, and being trapped under her father’s weight and strength she wasn’t going to push him off of her as if he was someone else. ”Please get off of me.” She responded, just standing there. She was totally ashamed of what she had done, but more importantly what she would have done if he didn’t stop her. She was a liability now. To him, to the public, to the school. She knew that. She waited for him to back away first, and then she took off in the opposite direction of where the sirens were coming from.

Faith had no idea where she was going, but she just knew she had to escape the sirens. It was her basic fight or flight response and training kicking in, but she didn’t even care anymore. She thought she had blew it with Logan, and who knew what else he thought of her. She wouldn’t blame him if he just left her and went back to the school, but she knew she would eventually go back there. Even if it was just to gather her things and hit the road again. She was unstable now, and no telling what the long term effects of this outburst was. She just wanted to go back to the way things were now, before she lost her sanity and attacked anyone that was in her reach. She had no idea on if it were to happen again…

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”Speaking…”

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TIME :: Afternoon
TAG :: Logan/Open
WORDS :: 452
NOTES :: She is ashamed that she had snapped… And is running from the authorities knowing she is wanted by them.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!!