The "Dark" Wolverine [Open]

[roflcopterpaul]

It was nearly six in the evening and the sun had only recently vanished behind the horizon of skyscrapers that lined the overpopulated city. The ones that actually lived here were easy to spot, because they were the ones walking everywhere, as only insane tourists that did not know any better would attempt to drive in the jam packed traffic that never let up, even in the late hours of the night. It was still fairly warm out tonight, so despite the darkness, many people, natives and visitors alike were out enjoying the night with all of the sights that the city had to offer. Though, tonight had a sight that nobody had ever seen before, one that not only would stir up the lives of the few directly involved, but cause panic in the eyes of everyone watching, and would likely shake the entire foundation of the Human/Mutant coexistence as it was known, whether you were for or against it.

It was one skyscraper in particular that would be the main target, so those within would be the most directly affected. Though there were hundreds more down on the streets below, and just as many watching from out their windows in the many buildings that surrounded it. Though, despite the hundreds watching what was going on, it was only a fraction of the spectators, as every news crew in the city had been tipped off in advance about what was happening, and apparently the anonymous call was correct. Even the horde of police cars and emergency vehicles approaching would be visible as they did they best to move through the stopped traffic in order to reach the scene before anything bad happened. Unfortunately, they would all be working overtime tonight. The news crew was here, which meant that everything about to take place would be broadcast over radio and live television, so it was time...

Lights.

Camera.

Action.

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░ For those just tuning in, we have a situation down here and Main and Fifth! The famous member of the X-Men is out and about like never before. Everything was completely calm here, no superhuman criminal activity of any kind, and suddenly the Wolverine was seen charging down the street with claws sparking up the road, then climbing up the side of this apartment complex. Look! You can see when we zoom in, all of the holes in the metal, brick and glass from his claws, which he had used to climb with. He busted into that broken window there on the thirty-second floor about two minutes ago. He immediately threw someone out, but we can't get any identity on the unfortunate soul. Parents, this footage is graphic and violent, so please watch with discretion if you have young ones in the room. Luckily, that seems to have been the last of it so far, but- Oh god! Up there! He is standing on the edge of the roof holding two men by the necks. Zoom in, zoom in! He is snarling, as if... As if he is enjoying this! ░

Daken smirked devilishly as he looked at one of the men, then the other, both of them scared for their lives as they were dangled off the edge of the tower, kept from falling only due to the gloves hands of their captor tightly gripping their necks, making it difficult to breathe. Daken had offered to let them both go, but it turned out that they would rather slowly suffocate with a small glimmer of hope for survival, then fall and guaranteed a terrifying death. The streets below were packed with spectators and emergency vehicles, a plethora of multi-colored flashing lights illuminating the downtown intersection like a night club. Helicopters were flying all around him, most of which were from the local news stations, then a few were also police vehicles. Most stuff was impossible to hear over all of the commotion, but sadly, Daken's enhanced hearing ensured that he unintentionally picked up everything going on around him, and it was annoying as hell.

Giving one mans neck a squeeze, then the other, toying with them in the most sadistic of manners, he decided to let them know what was going on. He pulled them closer and leaned his head in so that his mouth was right beside both of their ears, their heads covering his mouth from view of the cameras, so nothing was heard and they would not even see his lips move. Sure, he wanted all of these people to die and look down on his father as the worst monster on the face of the planet just as he did, even if he had to frame the man to get people to believe so. This was just phase one of his plan, and with this much media coverage, what could possibly go wrong?

"I told you not to go home. I told you I would come back for you. Why do you humans have to be so god damned stupid. If natural selection worked, I wouldn't have to do this."

Daken said, finding himself to be quite humorous at the idea that these men would have never even been bored in natural selection worked in humans as it did with most of the animal kingdom. Just as he was about to release the man and let him fall to his doom, a few sniper rounds went through Daken's chest, causing him to stumble backward, keeping the men in his grip as he fell away from the edge of the roof. He was no longer in view of those below, but the helicopters and their cameras still gave a perfect view, and they were updated everyone watching and listening about every detail going on. He remained on his feet, hunched over, blood dripping down, but after a few seconds he stood back up, growling angrily.

"Fuck, that hurt!"

Daken had been annoyed long enough for one evening, and it turned out that he had accidentally broken their necks when he fell back while being shot, so they could no longer amuse him. He walked back to the edge of the roof with them both in his grasp, holding them out over it just as he had before, and that was when the city wide screaming got louder...

░ Oh no. Ladies and gentleman, this is definitely the Wolverine. The outfit, the claws, the fangs, and he has stood up after taking multiple shots directly to his chest! We are all wondering why humanities defenders have taken a turn to the dark side. He still has the men- Jesus Christ! No! Oh god, he has dropped them both off the roof! Parents, please take your children out of the room. This is getting worse by the minute. The Wolverine is heading back into the building through the fire stairs, it seems, and I have just gotten word that police have begun entering the building to subdue the rampaging mutant. ░

Daken was heading down the stair well now of the large building that housed hundreds, and since there was yet to be any explosions or fires, many people were only noticing from seeing their own home on the news, or the chaos going on around them. There were still plenty of people within, and were just beginning to run out one by one as they each heard about the mutant menace killing people in their home. Lamentably for them, Daken had not killed enough people to feel like this was going to make an impact. Best of all, is that since there were no cameras in here do display him to the outside world, he could do as he wished without ruining his "Wolverine" persona. Queue mental music and good humored movie reenactment at the expense of a few dozen human lives.

"Come with me, and you will be, in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you will see, into your imagination~" Daken would take a few steps down, then quickly go one or two backward, repeating this with much amusement. A woman and her child ran out of the room next to the stairs, and were greeted by a swift disemboweling of the mother, causing her to drop the infant, which Daken just watched tumble down the flight of stairs. He looked over the railing and saw that two floors down, there was a group of people trying to leave together, but the crowded gathering would prove their downfall and Daken's amusement.

"We will begin with a spin, traveling in the world of my creation!" He sung gleefully as he leaped over the railing to fall the two stories, landing on one mans shoulders, crushing him beneath his feet like an accordion, the sound of his spine snapping multiple times being louder than Daken's landing itself. He then spun around, decapitating the six people in a few seconds. Gentle kicks like a kid with a beach ball would send the heads in different directions, two of them tumbling down stairs to warn the poor soles below what they were to expect. "What we will see defy explanation!" Daken shouted out, becoming more sadistic in his words now, but still enjoying every second of his own little musical. He didn't feel right charging people for attending what he enjoyed doing, so this show was free of charge and rated for all audiences, as men and woman, adults and children were all invited.

Daken then quickly pranced down several more flights of stairs before he encountered his first batch of police offers, who began shooting their standard firearms at him, causing him to flinch backward for a moment, but he was far too into the murderous blood lust now for the pain to stop him. Lunging forward, he stabbed two of the officers in the stomachs and threw them down over the edge of the stairs before he hopped over to follow, using the two officers as a landed mat to put him on a floor with even more armed police units. There was so much gunfire that it sounded as if an all out war was taking place, and though Daken had certainly been hit, none of it was too bad, as a lot of them wound up killing each other from frantic firing in crowded, close quarters. Daken looked around at all of the bodies, each one wearing a badge, and spun around slowly, his entire body and outfit already covered in blood at this point. "If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it! Anything you want, do it! Want to change the world? There's nothing to it!"

He sang still, quickly making his way down the stairs as he violently murdered each individual that was unfortunate enough to be in the hall of the stairs at the time of his descent. Some children even made the mistake of wandering out of the safety of their home when they heard the song from their favorite movie being sung quite loudly. A young brother and sister no older than five had stepped out to see where it was coming from, so Daken knelt down in front of them with a wide smile. "There is no life I know, to compare with true imagination." He said to them, picking them up carefully on each arm, manipulating his own senses to force the children to trust him. He then went down to the third floor, where a shotgun from a SWAT member went off at him, only to find that the two children had made poor quality human shields. The officer froze in fear when he realized what he had done, and Daken took the opportunity to grab the man around the neck with his arm, singing softly into his ear. "Living there, you will be free, if... You truly wish to be." He said quietly before snapping his neck, sending him where he would be free from now on, if he believed in that sort of thing.

Then, just as randomly and unexpected as it had started, it would cease completely. The joy and humor of the situation, having fun mutilating so many innocent humans, the song and dance and movie reenactment... It was all over. He had now walked calmly to the second floor, and one more below would mean that he would be outside where the cameras were. His fun time was over, and serious framing time had to continue. Rather then going down, Daken detoured to enter each of the living spaces on that floor, turning on the gas stoves in all of them. After a minute or two, he grabbed the shotgun that was lying on the stairs, firing it into the apartment, the bullets causing sparks which ignited a devastating explosion that would have instantly killed all of the police officers that were on the first floor and waiting just outside, as well as anyone on the streets who was too close to the building.

░ Just moments after that explosion ripped through the bottom levels of the complex, we can see now that the Wolverine is walking out of the inferno and appears to be completely unharmed! Oh god in heaven, please help us! If anyone is out there, watching this, hearing this, please... If the rest of the X-Men still have their sanity intact... Please help those poor people... ░[/color][/blockquote]

[lycan]

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Faith was walking the streets of the city, she had a meeting with her father. He wanted to meet her at a restaurant, take her out to eat. She was still a bit on the feral side, but after what she had done to that kid in front of the mansion she was having a bit of trouble being back to her old self. The teenage girl that everyone outside of Weapon X knew, instead she was the girl that was raised and groomed inside the secret government project. She could tell that it wouldn’t take much for her to be pushed back over the edge again, and kill someone else before everyone involved would know what had happened. She walked past a display of televisions that was airing a live news broadcast, and she paused to pay attention to it.

She heard the explosion just as it was shown on the screen. Her mind quickly processed the location of the news report, and she sighed knowing what she has to do. Her eyes caught the figure as it emerged from the flames, and her eyes widen a bit. Was he wearing yellow spandex? Such a cliché! If someone who didn’t know better might mistake him for her father, but the most important thing was to stop him. She hoped her father wouldn’t get the wrong idea when she didn’t show up, and raced off toward the scene. She of course had to be careful to stay off camera or she would have more trouble than just the imposter to worry about. As she traveled the few blocks, her tactical mind was coming up with a plan. Remembering the movie theater, she had to get some other kind of weapon besides her claws.

When Faith got there, she paused briefly at the tape to keep the public back and scanned the area. Her eyes landed on the mobile armory truck that they had brought in to stop who they thought was her father. She waited for someone to cause a distraction, which wasn’t long, and then snuck into the area heading straight for the truck. She easily broke lock on the back and climbed inside. She stood for a brief moment and took in the inventory, before pulling items off the shelves and walls. She was decked out like Rambo by the time she emerged from the vehicle, save for the tank shirt and the headband. But she had enough firepower strapped to her to hold off a small army for a few hours. She rushed her way to the crowd of cops and the screams of horror, where she knew she would find the person responsible fore this.

She soon knew that there was no way to avoid the cameras now. The were zeroed in upon the guy who had attacked her and her father in the theater. Thankfully right then all the viewers would see was a small framed girl loaded with enough firearms to arm a small army. She swiftly approached him, and began firing nonstop knowing that it wouldn’t kill him. Her hope was that it would end up slowing him down so that she could think of what else she could do. ”Hey, Bub! What in the hell is your problem?! First you attack me and my father in the theater, and now you murder innocent humans! And the worst part is that you are imitating my father. I THINK NOT!!!!!!” She yelled at him over the rapid firing of the guns in her hands. Of course it would have been loud enough to be picked up by the closest news microphone.

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TIME :: Evening
TAG :: Daken/Open
WORDS :: 607
NOTES :: She is so not in the mood… Just one push and she loses it…again.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!!

[viviana]

After completing the minor tasks requested of her, Salem had ventured back to her motel room dwelling. Quickly, she gathered up her painting supplies, a couple sketch books of various sizes, and some of her clothes. Then, she headed out for the place she had hoped to spend the rest of the night.

It had taken some 'special' persuasion from her for the bellman to allow her access to the top floor suit by herself, but it had paid off. About 15 minutes from the dreadful scene of mass destruction, Salem sat peacefully in a chair facing 'The Annoying Wall.' In her lap was the object of her focus, a notebook in which she sketched down her plans. He had told her she could paint that wall, and she fully intended to.

While she drew it all out, she keep an ear on the door, waiting for a knock. She was expecting a pizza to arrive at anytime. She hoped she had ordered enough to share.

Whatever his big, and apparently violent plan was, she was sure he would want to watch it replayed on the news. So, as tempted as she was to watch and see what he was doing, she decided it a better idea to wait and watch it with him when he returned. Depending on how long he was away, it was very possible that she would start her work on the wall itself before he got back.

[sabretooth]

Fear,Anguish,Chaos, they hung heavy in the air. One need only raise their head and take a whiff of the sweet scent of discord that seemed to be amidst this night. The scent of it permeated the area , the air itself hung heavy with the sanguine scent,as Victor watched several men rush by. Taking a brief moment to seek ecstasy in the contorted features of the fear engraved upon their revolting faces, Victor was curious as to the source of the panic. Glancing around, Victor eyed the police forces barricading the end of the intersection, the flickering images coming from a nearby electronics catching his attention if only momentarily. Casually making his way to the glass window, his eyes narrowed towards what he saw on the plasma screen in the front.

A man in a clown suit that strongly resembled the one that his brother had once worn was running through the city, causing the mass riot. A smile formed across Victor's face as he watched the man go on a mass homicidal spree, the massacre of numerous citizens as they unknowingly stood before the monster. It was odd, but Victor could swear he was getting turned on by the carnage, done none the less by Wolverine.
"So, Jimmy, you've finally embraced it....Your true self...."
As he watched the images go by, there were several miscalculations Victor now noticed. The killer's pacing was awkward, not to mention the positioning of the claws were off. Logan had three, but they were all extended through his knuckles, this man possessed a similar set, but the third extended from the meaty interior of his tricep. Of course, Logan was his brother, so he knew him better than anyone else. Of him, of his past, Of their unbreakable bond....
Laughing to himself, Victor's pulled his head away from the screen, glancing towards the blockade of police men. He still needed a closer look, something as good as this was what Creed himself had been striving for all this time. An enraged doppelganger would play well for his own agenda, especially when Logan saw the news. He had always had such a bleeding heart, so this might be the straw that breaks him into his rage.
Not paying any heed to the officers, Victor walked past as though nothing was happening, despite the shouts from the officers to stay back. Flashing them a quick smirk, he halted near the car that blocked the road, a single bullet flew out in front of him. Bringing his finger to his face, he waved it tauntingly at the officers.
"Now, now, let's not be too hasty. I only wish to congratulate the monster for what he is."

In spite of the barrage of bullets now showering against his back, Victor shrugged them off as though they were naught but mosquito bites, his eyes determined as he took the road that would lead him closer to his brother's imposter.

[roflcopterpaul]

░ News thirteen, live here and Main and Fifth, where we have been watching the famous X-Man known the Wolverine kill many people and cause an explosion in the apartment tower here. The police are attempting to stop him, but so far it seems like nothing has worked. Wait... What the...? B-Breaking news! A little girl has a bunch of guns and is firing at Wolverine! What is she thinking?! Someone get her out of there before she gets hurt! She is claiming that this man is imitating her father... Could that girl be... No... Uh, we will try to keep everyone informed of what we find out, but right now th-... Oh god, not another! There is now another man who decided to walk into the action, so the police fired at him and he is just standing there as if nothing is happening! This is madness! ░

Daken turned his head as everyone started yelling for a different reason now, looking around for the object of concern when he spotted a young little girl who wanted to play Rambo just as he was playing Wolverine. He sniffed the air, and although mostly all he could smell was blood since it soaked his entire body, he caught her scent within it and grinned wide, his canine fangs being exposed to onlookers. She had shown up in attempts to stop him where the law enforcement was failing, and apparently had decided to pack more than enough heat to deal with any other threat. Daken just smirked and leapt to the side, rolling a few meters before sprinting behind the blockade of police and the many civilians that crowded the area.

The people near him were obviously screaming and trying to escape, but the foolish and curious bystanders had completely crowded the streets to get the best view of what was going on, which prevented anyone from moving much, let alone escape. People were pressed together, shoulder to shoulder, all throughout the area, which was exactly what Daken had been hoping for. He stabbed two people in front of him straight through the back so that the end of his claws were visible out of their stomachs, but he was careful to miss their spines and any major organs. These people would certainly need medical treatment, but so long as nobody else messed with Daken and his human shields, they would live without any complications, other than mental instability.

"Walk."

Daken growled at the young man and woman who appeared to be lovers. They were screaming more from fear of their lives than the excrutiating pain that they were certainly feeling. Everyone else was shoving and pushing each other out of the way to allow them to walk forward, not wanting to be the cause of innocent lives being taken. The two people hesitantly walked forward, yelling and groaning in pain with each movement, Daken walking slowly behind them, ensuring to keep his knuckles against the backs. If anyone startled or attacked Daken, he would try to evade, which would certainly rip apart their abdomens and cause a guaranteed, but slow death.

He would walked past the crowd, other bystanders raising the tape for them for they could walk back, all of these people crying as all they could do was watch. Daken slowly forced them to march toward the Rambo girl. Daken no idea if this girl was cruel or insane enough to mow down innocent bystanders, his hostages and the many people behind him, but he would soon find out. He wasn't too worried either way, seeing as he was not worried about dying today. He peered at her between the heads of the people bleeding in front of him, crying, remaining silent in shock of the injury and the entire situation itself. Though Daken then looked to the side as he caught another familiar scent, grinning wide at the sight as if he had just seen his best friend show up to bail him out of jail. Granted, they had only met once for a brief moment and knew nothing about one another, but they had similar personalities, and if this guy was even a fraction as tough as he appeared to act, then nothing would stop that man either.

"Ah, if it isn't Sabretooth. Care for a snack? It's like an all-you-can-eat buffet around here. Most of it is raw, but the ones over there are barbecued to perfection."

Daken said with a sadistic smirk that swept across the bottom half of his visible face, obviously speaking about eating the many humans all around them. As he mentioned the barbecue, he nudged his head toward the burning building and the many corpses which lined the sidewalk around it that had been caught in the explosion. He then turned his attention back toward the girl, staring at her with a look that was obviously challenging her. He wanted her to shoot him, to murder these innocent people just so that she could take him down. He was silently begging her to do it, and hoped that she would comply. Not only did he love watching people kill one another without remorse, but the cameras would eat it up if this girl did anything at all to hurt the people, and it would give mutants even worse of a name then they already had, especially the X-Men, who were supposed to protect them. He knew the challenging stare wasn't going to ensure it, so he decided to have a friendly chat with the girl, taunting her even more, proving how he felt about these people that evolved from monkeys, and trying to convince her to feel the same way.

"Do it. You know you want to. They are just humans. They are worthless, pathetic, inferior. There are billions of them, what is a dozen more going to matter? Especially because you know if you don't end me here, I will kill even more. Hundreds... Thousands... Millions..."

[lycan]

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Faith stood there firing rapidly at the man who is attempting to make her father look bad, she followed her aim when he moved. That was until he dove into the crowd and used some humans as shields from her. She growled a warning and stop squeezing the trigger of the guns she had in her hands. Imagines of her killing that kid still fresh in her mind, just another nightmare for her to deal with later. There was no way she was going to kill innocent good people, so she lowered them to point down at the ground. A semi familiar scent hit her nose, and she sniffed the air. Memories of a lesson in the danger room with her father that was interrupted came to mind. She pivoted herself to face both the attacker, and someone who had easily angered her father with his scent alone. Her eyes were of course focused on the cowardly figure hiding behind two humans that were crying, screaming, and pleading for their lives. Her jaw clenched, and her mind was trying to think of a optimized course of action that would result in the least possible amount of deaths from here on out.

"Do it. You know you want to. They are just humans. They are worthless, pathetic, inferior. There are billions of them, what is a dozen more going to matter? Especially because you know if you don't end me here, I will kill even more. Hundreds... Thousands... Millions..."

The young feral mutant snarled at him, and her eyes looked at his semi hidden face. She pulled back her lips to show off her own set of animalistic teeth. She dropped the two heavy powered handguns to only retrieve a pistol similar to that of what law enforcement normally carried, but with her life long training she was a crack shot with nearly any time of firearm she held in her hand. She lifted the pistol, took aim between the humans’ heads, and stared him down. She slowly approached him, much like an assassin zeroing in for their kill, her training coming to the forefront. However none of her 188 targets slash assignments had the agility of this guy, so she had to think this over even more carefully. She quickly estimated possible outcomes of this situation once she pulls the trigger, and shifted her aim to the highest probability of where he was going to move to evade her shot.

Faith knew that he was taunting her, and she gave a sound that was a cross between a growl and a snarl as she got even closer to him. ”A bullet to the brain may not kill you dead, but if I aim it just right it might erase your memories like it did for my dad. Now should we see how fast you move, verses how well I was trained to kill people for sixteen years? Or are you too much of a coward to come out and do this feral mutant to stupid, idiotic, insane mutant? Or is it because you are too cowardly to admit that I will hand you your ass cut off with my claws?” She taunted back at him, baiting him, and hoping above hope that he would take the bait. Her arm not wavering one bit, steady as a rock as she aimed it at him. She of course had a few tricks up her sleeves, and she smirked at him trying to entice him to give in to come out and fight her hand to hand.

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TIME :: Evening
TAG :: Daken/Open
WORDS :: 594
NOTES :: Stop being a coward and fight her!
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!!

[sabretooth]

Sabretooth had just emerged on the scene to find something that greatly amused him. It was as though he was back in the good old wars of Vietnam, bodies were strewn across the streets in various fashions, some seemed rather peaceful while others were displayed in horrific fashion, spinal columns protruding out, various organs spilling out from other's stomachs which had been cleanly sliced open. To any normal man, such a scene would scar them or make them sick, but Victor was no average man. As he gazed over the mass of bodies, his stomach rumbled, alerting him to a plethora of possible entrees before him. Now was not a time for feasting though, as other ideas swarmed through his thoughts, namely his brother's imposter and a new scent that caught his attention.

The scent was that of Logan's bastard daughter, one who was most likely drawn to the site in an effort to protect her father's pitifully self righteous image. And moreso, Creed knew she could smell him, though he still remained a good distance behind. Even though he knew her thoughts were focused on the false Wolverine, his unique aroma still most likely stirred up a bitter feeling within her, which meant Victor still had the upper hand in this game.

As the two came into his vision, he halted near a onyx car parked alongside the road, his clawed hand now at rest on the hood of the vehicle. Ironically enough, the first to acknowledge him wasn't Logan's daughter, but the man in his brother's old costume. Chuckling to himself, he eyes the uniform, a comical expression coming to his face. He had forgotten how tacky Jimmy had used to dress. As his vision trailed over the tight latex contour of the man's body, it was no wonder he changed his outfit.

"Well, well, it's the puppetmaster..... And a double play too, we have Jimmy's bastard child here too. Today must be my lucky day!!!!"

The puppets he referred to were of course the hostages "Wolverine" was currently using. He didn't exactly agree with his choice of puppets, they were a little too noisy for his tastes. Their persistent whimpering was already irritating him. As the man compared the corpses to a diner, it dawned on Victor who the man actually was. Instead of spoiling his mood, it only made things more enjoyable.

Victor's clawed fingers dug into the metal exterior as his grin grew more demented as Faith was cornered, a "Wolverine" at one end, a starved feral cat on the other. Even the mind games she was now trying to play amused Victor, as his tongue lapped against his canines hungrily. The last part was by far the most amusing though, as she mentioned cutting his ass off.

"So you want to play a little grabass, is that it? I'm ashamed of what my brother's been teaching you, Faith. That he'd use his own daughter for such acts...."

[roflcopterpaul]

A wide grin of a heavily sadistic nature swept across Daken's features at the very second that the gunfire stopped and she pulled out a measly little handgun, proving that she was not willing to kill innocent people in order to take down her target. As was the case with all of the "good guys," this would be her downfall that would prevent her from doing what needed to be done. What he had said earlier was not just a threat, a ploy to make her attack him, no... It was honesty. Because of her passion for protecting humans, she would not be taking him down today, and that would ensure he would kill countless more people later on.

He stared down the barrel of a gun, laughing with unmatched amusement, especially when she mentioned that such a thing made Wolverine lose his memory. Daken had been shot in the head countless times during his life, and never once did it have any ill effect besides a great deal of pain and several minutes of a skull deformity. Especially now that his skeleton was coated in Adamantium, he knew no normal firearms could do a damn thing to him, yet he still wondered how his father could have been so pathetically weak to actually lose memories from something that every cop in the city carried. The entire time that he laughed, and thought, he was slowly walking forward with his screaming hostages, proving that he was not afraid of a bullet and knew that it would not do anything other than hurt for a few seconds. If she shot him, the shock would definitely cause his claws to rip these poor people open as the force would knock him back. Either way, he would be unharmed and they would die, so he was willing to take one for the team if she was willing to murder humans. He would mentally shrug off the question of his fathers pitiful resistance to standard police weaponry and would find out later, but for now, he had a charade to carry on.

"Hm, now her whole personality is beginning to make sense. Almost makes you feel sorry for her. I mean, I sure as hell don't, but still."

He said in Sabretooth's direction as he commented of about her being subjected to lewd acts by Wolverine. However, there was one opportunity that he simply could not pass up. No matter what act he needed to play in, no matter what kind of deception he was currently unfolding, no matter how many lives he still needed to take today, Sabretooth's additional, and extremely hilarious comment about her being molested by her father was too much to pass up. As the smirk grew even wider, he stared straight at Faith and spoke, his tone seemingly honest, sadistic, intrigued...

"Tell us; Faith, is it? Are you so angry because your dad touched you... Or because you liked it?"

Daken said, taking the entire insult so much further than it had been intended to go in the first place. Though it would not stop there. That probably would have been enough to make the girl crazy and attempt to chop him to pieces, but Daken took it a step further. He had already closed the gap that she had been closing herself as she approached him, and now they were only a few feet apart. It was too late for her, she was too close, and Daken would take advantage of that. Manipulating his own pheromones, he would force her to become angry... Very angry. It was a sensation that she would not realize he was forcing her into until it was too late and she was already acting based on those feelings. She would either attack him in a fit of rage and he murder the humans, or attempt to attack him without hurting anyone else, which would only leave her open to more ruthless attack. Sabretooth would only get a hint of the rage that she did since he was much further away, and although Daken wanted to force him into a psychotic, murderous rage also for the sheer enjoyment and amusement of it, he also knew better than to force a man like that to do his bidding. He was on that mans side, and hoped he felt the same way.

[lycan]

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Faith’s mind was going a mild a minute, her attention mostly focused on the man before her hiding behind the two humans. But she did not forget the other man approaching them from behind either. She didn’t let the other man’s taunts of what kind of relationship she was with her father bother her much. She knew she had to back the claws out of those people straight back if they would have any chance of survival. Any other way, they would most certainly die, and she couldn’t live with that. She had enough death’s on her conscious, and she didn’t want to add more to it. She heard the other guy’s comment about her and her father, and what he thought she was being taught. Her only response was a low, warning growl.

She eyed him suspiciously as he walked forward. Her eyes narrowed at him as if she was accusing of something, and she was. He was the reason for the chaos and mayhem around her, of which she wasn’t bothered to much. She grew up causing similar destruction during drills and tests on unsuspecting small towns, of which was eventually covered up by the government. If she wanted two more deaths on her conscious, then she would have no trouble going for his throat. Then he made a snide remark about her personality, and she gave the same growl to him as she did the other man. As soon as she saw his smirk get wider, she knew that he was going to attempt to get under her skin. And she was right.

”Tell us; Faith, is it? Are you so angry because your dad touched you… Or because you liked it?”

Faith’s jaw clenched as she snarled at him, her eyes looking at the two humans between them. Her features softening a bit as she spoke directly to them, something that she hadn’t been able to do before her 188 kills. ”I’m so sorry…” She said and then lowered the pistol in her hand. She knew she was about to get them killed, and she hoped they really did know that she was truly sorry she was. She growled and snarled at him before leaping into the air, doing a back flip in midair before landing behind him and extending her claws with a snikt and going for the same spot he had stabbed her in the theater. She was going to return the favor he had given her, and her foot automatically swung out to sweep him off of his own feet. Her other swung around hoping to pierce him in his heart.

She felt like she should get angry, very, very angry. She remembered an experiment where she was exposed to different pheromones just to see how she would react, and the results were a bit surprising to say the least. So instead of giving into the urge of getting extremely pissed off, she was only more determined to take him down. ”Listen here you little piece of shit. You do not know me, so don’t even pretend you do. My father has nothing to do with my personality, and if you even bothered to do your homework like a good little mastermind would, you would know why. So should I beat your ass into next year or are you going to leave and never come back?” She seethed at him, her anger clearly on her face nearly consumed by her determination and feral side.

Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…”

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TIME :: Evening
TAG :: Daken/Open
WORDS :: 581
NOTES :: Nice try, but she has learned not to let those pheromones control her. And don’t insult her by bringing her father into it.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!!

[sabretooth]

Sabretooth's grin grew more sadistic much in the same manner as the false wolverine did. Faith tried to say her personality had nothing to do with her father's, but Victor could see straight through her weak attempt at an explanation. On the contrary, Victor knew Logan better than anyone who was currently in the vicinity. He knew the true killer he was, the men he mercilessly slaughtered ranging in the thousands to the rise of his bleeding heart upon the arrival of that Silverfox broad. While Logan did not remember the latter of it, Victor still cherished the memory like a mother cradling her dying son. It was for this reason Victor could see so much of Logan in the girl.

Her personality was that of her father's before he went completely sentimental,and while Victor noticed her mind making a gradual change, he still wanted to test her, see if he could drive out that primal ferocity he was sure she possessed. The mysterious man was just another tool to unleash it,and as Victor noted, a highly efficient one at that. The proof was in the fact she came to apprehend him who was tainting Logan's pathetic image.
"If only you knew, Faith......"

The slight scent of something caught his nostrils as they flared, old memories of war rushing back into his head, a primal rage building as he embraced it. His eyes narrowed towards Faith, as his lips curled back, his fangs bared. Letting a deep roar escape his lips, he listened as the sound echoed through the area,his war cry resonating impressively. In a low growl, Victor exclaimed, "Let's test if you are your father's kin."

His claws dug into the car hood, as he effortlessly lifted the car, launching it towards Faith, as his frame quickly proceeded to all fours, increasing his speed exponentially as he caught up to the flying car. Making a leap, he landed on top of the car, sending it crashing down on the two with added speed. With a deep growl of satisfaction, his eyes wild and his face contorted in a frenzied but excited look, as he admired his handiwork.

He would test her now in front of the strange man. If she really was her father's kin, she would suffer no less than some barely fatal wounds which would quickly heal over anyway. The "Wolverine" might not be so lucky through. Nonetheless,this was a ruse to see what she had learned since he last saw her. And quite possible if he was lucky, his dear brother would rush in to save his bastard daughter.

[roflcopterpaul]

Daken was eyeing the young girl closely, though the expression that remained upon his face the entire time showed nothing but sadistically insane humor rather than worry of any kind. The fact that Sabretooth, a man with just as violent and murderous tendencies as himself, if not more, was also here to revel in the chaos and harass the girl on a deep emotional level, made it that much better. The world was watching as "Wolverine" murdered hundreds of innocent people, set fire to the base of a building where hundreds more lived, and now the daughter of Wolverine was so angry and violent that she would rather kill some humans herself than try to talk it out. Everything was going perfectly well as far as Daken was convinced.

As she whispered that she was sorry, Daken's eyes narrowed slightly, immediately noticing the change in her emotion. She had given up on the hope of saving the humans, and had decided that sacrificing their lives was something she was going to do in order to take Daken out. Although the expression upon his own face showed surprise and confusion as she leapt through the air, his mind was smirking maniacally as his plan molded together perfectly. She would attack him, causing the humans to die. The world would see a member of the X-Men causing the deaths of innocents, then attempt to stop that person only to kill more innocents in the process. Anti-Mutant government officials and protesters were going to gobble this up.

He growled out in pain as the girl stabbed him in the back, sweeping him to his feet with a swift kick. The action forced him backward in a split second, causing his claws to slice upward, dicing the two hostages in half in a gruesome, blood splattering mess. She then used her other hand to stab him right in the heart.

"Gah!"

The sound jumped out of his throat as he coughed up blood onto Faith's face from the sudden impaling of his second most vital organ. As he hit the ground, either the shock of it or the pain seemed to cause all of his claws to slide back into his arms, no longer being exposed. As incredibly painful as it was to feel three swords piercing through multiple organs simultaneously and completely inhibiting his blood flow, it was not something that would kill him, or would stop him from being able to function properly. Blood leaked out of the corners of his lips as he groaned in pain, but then his lips slowly curled into a frighteningly devilish smirk. The vision of it could be explained as nothing more than a terrorist in an orphanage who, although had been shot by police, was still barely alive enough to press the trigger to activate the bomb strapped to his chest. Pain, defeat, death? It was all worth it to accomplish the goal, and right now, Daken was winning.

"You are just as brash and hasty as him, and just as inconsiderate of human life. But... You forgot... one important thing..." Daken started to say, his arms slowly raising upward, shaking, proof of the injuries that could not heal since her claws were remaining inside of him and she was not releasing him at all. He then gripped the sides of her head as tightly as he possibly could, then the smirk grew a hint larger. "Beware the fury of a patient man."

The words crept out in a soft whisper that only those with superhumanly acute senses would be able to pick up on, yet the meaning behind them, the serious that smothered each syllable was deep, dominant, and nearly overwhelming. Just as he spoke the words, the claws that were unique to himself would pop out of his wrists in a split second, piercing through her eye sockets to impale deep into her brain, stopping only when they hit the back of her adamantium coated skull. The chances that she would have been able to move while keeping him where he was were slim, and the fact that he was holding her head while her own hands were buried in his chest to prevent her from pulling away would make it even less likely.

Although most would consider this a stalemate, both people unable to die even by brutal stabbing such as these, Daken was certain he had the upper hand. After all, although he was in an excruciatingly great deal of pain, he was able to function normally, whereas no matter how good ones healing is, body functions can not continue until the brain heals, which it would be unable to do so long as he kept his claws where they were. To make it even better, Sabretooth would react to the rage that this girl was somehow immune to, a strange and confusing reaction that he would have to study later. Unfortunately, he was too busy getting stabbed to near-almost-slightly-death to hear anything that Sabretooth had to say, but the roar that echoed through the city along with the overcasting shadow of an air born vehicle let him know that the other man was still around. A car was thrown as if it were made of paper mache, then smashed down directly on top of them both. Luckily, Faith would again get the brunt of the attack as she was on top of him. A loud yell of further pain would erupt, though likely not be heard under the sound of the smashing car, as the force of the impact burrowed the girls' claws further into his chest than they already were.

"Fuck!"

[lycan]

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Faith tuned out the screams of the two humans as she forced the imposter backward onto the back. She couldn’t afford to be distracted from her goal, so the sound of blood splattering behind her did not even phase her. She grew up in an environment like this, so all the dead corpses and the chaos as well as mayhem was nothing new to her. If she thought about it long enough, she was feeling rather at home among this mess. And that thought disturbed her more that how much she was enjoying the sensation of her claws embedded into him under her. She shouldn’t have felt so easily comfortable around her surroundings, but rather she wished she was at the mansion were she let herself believe that she was safe from Weapon X, her anger, and her animal side. So when he cried out in surprise and splattered his blood all over her face, she showed no emotion whatsoever and just stared at him with dead, cold, stone like eyes.

She had no feelings toward this man, just like she was going to kill him as if he was just any other target she was sent to eliminate. She looked even more frightful than the man below her, and if one would to look into her eyes for any sort of emotion then their search will be futile. She was just too well trained in hiding her emotions, and as she watched more blood lead out of the corners of his lips, hers curled up into a grin to match her eyes. He might have been trying to intimated a terrorist bomber, she was more psychotic than he was. She seemed to have nothing to live for, and in a sick twisted way she dug her claws around inside of him as soon as his own retracted back into his arms. She wasn’t entirely all there, but it seemed she was getting some sort of twisted sick kick from all this pain and blood around her. It was after all what she was groomed and conditioned to do. Memories of similar events run through her mind, but it was men, women, and children under her with her claws embedded in them. However, she wore the exact same facial expression as she had on now. Their screams for their mercy fell upon her death ears…

”You are just as brash and hasty as him, and just a inconsiderate of human life. But… You forgot… one important thing… Beware the fury of a patient man.”

Faith’s eyes did not leave his face, and as soon as she knew what was going to happen when he attempted to grip her head tightly she tried to jerk it back. But she was just a bit too late on the draw, and roared out in physical pain she hasn’t quite felt since she was forced to have her adamantium added to her skeleton. His unique to him were embedded into her skull through her eye sockets, and into her brain. It took every ounce of training and concentration she had to keep her claws extended and buried into his flesh. ”Then you should be familiar with the phrase, ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’. Just remember that it doesn’t have to apply to love.” She snarled at him. Since her eyesight was out of commission, her other senses immediately picked up the slack. More memories of brutal experiments performed on her came to the front. Most notably those of removing her eyes to see how long it would take them to heal or grow back. She spent the better part of the day walking around blind, and quickly learned to listen to her other senses input the missing information that would usually have been provided by her eyesight.

So she of course heard everything around her, and knew that she had to get his claws out of her head if she was going to survive this in the same pieces that she came into it. She heard the air whistling around the vehicle as the other guy threw it their way, and she quickly acted. She had to fight dirty, and so she did. She positioned her knee on his crouch and let gravity take it’s course putting all of her weight she could onto the one area of a male that no matter how tough they seem to be would hurt like hell. She hoped it was enough to get his claws out of her head, and in time for her next course of action. If she succeed in this, she would be able lay flat out on him with her claws still right where they were while the car landed on top of them. She of course would not be harmed much from the landing, but it would be enough to burrow her claws further into him.

Faith knew she had to get out from under the car, or she wouldn’t be good for much longer. Close quarters combat was never a good thing in her book. She didn’t have a way of retreating when her chances were not stacked for her. Of course she couldn’t help that sick, twisted grin of hers spreading across her face as he exclaimed even more pain from the force of the car landing on them. There was only one thing she could do, and even the chances of her actually succeeding in that was slim to none. She began to breath heavily, preparing her body for the overuse of oxygen she was about to consume with this act. She gritted her teeth, and swiftly with great strength pushed herself up off of him. She used the motion to attempt to damage his heart even further as she threw the car off of her back and into the air. She looked to be a bit unsteady on her feet for a few seconds before her body caught up with her efforts. She growled at the two of them, claws still extended and faced both of them off.

She saw a fight, and she was not going to back down. Not ever. Especially when she knew that she could handle them both for an unlimited amount of time. ”Is that all you two idiots got?! Come on, I’ve killed people who put up a bigger fight!!” She snarled at the two of them, and motioned for them to come at her. Her eyesight was slowly starting to come back, but she actually didn’t need it as her other senses would fill her in…

Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…”

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TIME :: Evening
TAG :: Daken/Open
WORDS :: 1098
NOTES :: She is pissed, and psychotic at the least…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!!

[sabretooth]

Victor leaped off from the car that was tossed aside, all fours hitting the cold concrete, his coat fluttering off his person, as ripples could clearly be seen across the muscles of his torso, tightening in anticipation. Victor's smile grew as his mouth opened another brief roar resonating around the buildings. His claws were fully extended from his hands,and now dug into the gravel underneath his cuticles. His breaths were rapid as too was his heartbeat, adrenaline having run it's course, although the reason to his rage remained unknown to him.

Kicking off the ground, Victor let another snarl escape his lips, with soon evolved into a primal and deep laughter. If Victor still had a thread of sanity intact, he didn't show it, his body now completely under the control of his berserker half. His limbs propelled him through the air at an astonishing speed, his entire weight crashing into the girl's smaller frame, his claws frantically gouging into the girl's flesh.He was merely expressing himself in the most barbaric way imaginable as he remained on top of the feral child. It all felt good to Victor, he hadn't been able to get such a release in a long time. The blood flowed through him, igniting it as he now growled in pure ecstasy.

Even though his body was in a rampaging state, his mind still knew where he was. He had chosen his target of his rage as the girl, for one specific reason. She was the daughter of Logan, and her despair would herald the appearance of her father, where then Victor would really have fun. He had yet to see his brother since he had returned and was overdue for a proper greeting. Creed's face neared faith's own as he sadistically muttered some select words.
"Let out a pretty little scream for me, okay?"

[x2]

Ace had to admit that he had been looking for Logan for a long time but the fact that there had been a lot of smells that smelt like Logan in one area was something that he could admit was something that he didn’t know what to do but the fact that Logan had a particular scent it was something that he could work out was something that he would want to investigate with the fact that they could all be someone that Logan knew or cared for which meant that he could get to Logan through the people that smelt like him because of the fact that it was something that Ace could use to his advantage and he knew it.

When he got closer to the group he could make out the shape of Faith, he had met her when he was in weapon x with her, he had made sure that she had been trained enough but he hadn’t been able to deal with Kimura because of the fact that Kimura was someone that you couldn’t stop from doing something that she didn’t want to and the fact that she had caused problems for Faith and others was something that Ace hadn’t been able to stop it. Sure he had wanted to harm Logan but the young woman was a clone like himself in some aspects and he wouldn’t allow harm to befall her. Walking towards them he allowed his claws to fall.

“Is there a problem here?” he said calmly.

[roflcopterpaul]

Daken had hoped that this fight would be over as soon as he impaled the girl straight through her brain, his claws remaining embedded in the vital organ to prevent it from healing. In any normal situation, the missing chunk of brain cells would have greatly inhibited her brain function. Loss of movement or cognitive thought, seizures, blacking out, any of it would have made sense. However, this girl still thought the exact same, able to react quickly and strategically, her body still moving with just as much agility and power. Daken had no idea how she was able to do it, what made her so much special than himself, but he did not have time to look into the complex and confusing situation right now. He would seduce some scientist later to look into the answers for him. For now, he was too busy having his gonads crushed beneath her knee, causing him to yell out in pain from the slow destruction of them, but being a master in various martial arts and whom had had every bit of his body destroyed time after time after the years, it was nothing that would stop him any more efficiently than a sledgehammer to his skull.

The girl had thrown a car off of herself and into the air, causing Daken's eyes to widen for a second. This freaky little girl had superhuman strength too?! What the hell... Daken was mentally growling at the thought that this girl was not only so much like himself and his father, yet was countless times stronger. However, no sense of emotion regarding his annoyance with the situation would be displayed across his features. He was not only the most talented man in the world when it came to manipulation and coercing others into doing exactly as he wanted, but he was also a perfectionist at hiding all emotion, or displaying the only emotion he wanted people to think he was feeling. The lack of all emotion would change as soon as Sabretooth gave into the rage that was being forced onto them, something that, again, Faith was unusually resistant to for reasons that he could not understand. She had no need for a brain in order to function, and had become immune to chemical reactions within her own body... Damn, Weapon X had certainly picked up its game.

She had stood up, using her superhuman strength to push the car away and begin standing up, and without so much as even forcing his hands off of him, she had slipped out of his grip that he was using all of his strength to prevent her from doing. Did she have another mutant power that made her as slippery as a butter covered eel so that nothing could hold her down!? Daken glared at the girl with a plethora of unexplained powers as she stood tall, confidently yelling at both men. Soon enough, however, Sabretooth had tackled her and began to violently maul her. At least he was affected by natural side effects of the body, apparently not having the genetic and chemical physiology of his body altered as much as this girl had. As she was pinned down, Daken walked over and crouched down beside her, ensuring to stay out of reach of any part of her body.

"Scream for him. It will make it easier on yourself."

Daken said as if giving a good friend some helpful advice as to how to get through a tough situation in life. He then stood up and stepped back a few feet, knowing that Sabretooth would likely kill anyone just for kicks right now, looking at him with an amused smirk.

"Sorry to bail when things are getting good. But I have some business to attend to and this bitch has made me run late. I'll catch up with you soon."

He said to the large man mutilating his sister. As much as Daken wanted to kill her, he already knew first hand that this girl had more powers than any mutant he had ever encountered, so such things would not be that easy. Smirking again at Sabretooth, then even more so at the girl beneath him that he was supposed to care for, the sadistic nature of himself was shown, obvious that he was enjoying watching her getting torn apart. Then, Daken simply turned around and sprinted off. It was only after he was a few yards away from them that the forced anger would fade, but for any whom it had actually affected, they would have to get over the rage on their own accord. Rushing off just as quickly as anyone else in the area could run, it would doubtful that he would be caught, and his scent had now vanished completely, preventing him from being followed by a nose. In addition, his running away from the action and crossing through some buildings ensured that even the news cameras would lose him quickly and return back to the scene of carnage and fighting.

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