Disclaimer: I don't own Wolverine/Weapon X, obviously Marvel owns it. The rest of characters I have made up.

Author's Note: This takes place right after X-Men Origins: Wolverine when Logan's memories have been erased and some other random agency captures him and uses him as Weapon X. They have been using him for five years now…I hope it makes sense? I totally just made this up, ha-ha. Don't like it…then don't read it! And I know my spelling and grammar sucks just love it? lkjsd;afkls

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"How long have you had Weapon X?" General Tudor asked as he handed back the papers about Weapon X to Dr. Cory.

The doctor stopped walking in the long gray hallway which matched his hair color and smiled. He was a short man with a boyish face but had a cruel look to him like when he was kid he enjoyed torturing animals.

"About five years now." He seemed really happy about that.

He continued walking with several guards following closely behind them.

"He is one tough son of bitch," Dr. Corry went on. "It took over four years for him to break. Most subjects break in six months or less…"

The General gave an impressed look. General Mark Tudor was fifty-five years old man but yet still very good looking. His grey streaks seem to blend in nicely with his jet black hair. Even younger girls still drooled over him.

"He's given up any hope of ever escaping," Dr. Cory grinned. "We got a tight leash on him. We keep him lock up and chained down like a animal when he's not wearing this." He took out and held up a collar.

Tudor noticed there were ten needles sticking out where it was suppose to go around the neck.

Does he wear a collar with needles sticking into his throat? Tudor thought

"Yes it's supposed to be like that," Dr. Cory said, seeing the question on his face. "Ten vials of control serum are put in the collar and it ejects the serum into his neck when a vial starts to wear off. He needs ten vials of the control serum to stay controlled for a week."

"Ten?"

"His healing factor eats through them like candy. A regular person who just had one vile of serum stays controlled for about three weeks."

Tudor whistled. This Weapon X was one tough bastard.

"Don't worry, General, we'll send plenty of the serum if you pay the right price."

They finally stop in front of a cell door where two other guards stood.

"General, he is our best weapon we have here. He gets the job done 99.9%. You could argue 100% but nothing is for sure," he smiled again, flashing his gray teeth. "He can't die and he can survive through anything. And I mean anything. Bullets, knifes, even a nuclear bomb."

The General's eyes widen. Maybe he is worth every cent I'm going to pay.

The two guards opened the door slowly and then they stepped in.

Tudor was inspecting to see a wild giant animal or some kind of robot but just saw a man strung up.

Weapon X had adamantium cuffs around his wrists, behind his back and a sheet of adamantium metal over his fists to prevent his claws from coming out. An adamantium chain was also connected to the cuffs which went up to the ceiling to hold him in place. He was on his knees and his ankles were cuffed to the ground. Then lastly a collar was around his neck and another chain was connected to the collar which was bolted to the floor as well. He just was really chained tight in the most uncomfortable position ever.

Tudor couldn't see his face since his head was slumped down and dark hair was covering it.

"Oh Weapon X," Dr. Cory said in a mocking tone.

Weapon X did not move.

"Say hello to General Tudor," he commanded, grabbing his hair, lifting his head up.

Tudor kept in a gasp when he saw a mask/muzzle over Weapon X's mouth and nose.

"Yes he used to bite…I don't know if he still does…probably not anymore." He moved Weapon X's head around like he was a rag doll.

Tudor noticed Weapon X's eyes didn't show any kind of emotion; he seemed dead like he didn't care what happen to him. Maybe he was just used to this kind of abuse?

"He used to put up big fights and struggle but he's become almost lifeless now. We could probably leave him here without all these restraints but we do, you know "just in case."

Weapon X's eyes did dart quickly in Tudor's direction, in curiosity but then went back to blank.

"So General, do you want to lease him?"

Dr. Cory jokily lifted Weapon X's head up and down like he was nodding a yes.

"Please Doctor!" Tudor said in a sharp tone, not liking how he was treating him.

He stopped and stood up straight, adjusting his lab coat.

"May I see him without that ridiculous mask on him?" Tudor asked.

Dr. Cory shrugged and unhooked the mask off.

Weapon X was actually quite handsome, in a rough looking way but right now he looked so pathetic; he seemed to given up all hope.

"Can he talk?"

The guards and Dr. Cory chuckled like they were sharing an inside joke. "Oh yes he can talk," the doctor smirked.

The General ignored him. He kind of felt sorry for Weapon X, he was pretty sure rats where treated better then him here.

"Y-Yes I do want to lease him," General Tudor finally decided.

The doctor got his clipboard out again and gave a wicked smile. "Really? Good. Good. For how long?"

"At least six months or more."

The Doctor nodded, happily. "That will be no problem at all if you can pay, of course."

Dr. Cory showed the General how much it would be.

General Tudor actually gasped. There were a lot of zeros on that paper.

"He's worth every cent," Dr. Cory reassured him, patting Weapon X's head like he was pet dog.

Weapon X looked over at the clipboard out of curiosity again and got an angry glare in his eyes. That was the first emotion Tudor saw out of him. He guessed he would be angry too if he was being sold.

"Yes we will be able to pay for it," Tudor agreed.

"You made a very good choice," Dr. Cory beamed, taking something out.

Tudor looked hard at Weapon X, he had some big plans for him. Weapon X also stared back at him, not sure if he should give a damn or not, what this man was going to do with him.

Weapon X was a man who had gone through so much pain and tortures, these last years; he eventually just gave in to it. He had no will to fight it anymore even though he wanted to.

Weapon X's eyes rolled in the back of his head as Dr. Cory jammed multiple shots in the back of his neck to knock him out. Weapon X didn't gasp in pain or anything, he was used to it.

His head went back down and his body went limp as the drugs ran through his body.

"He may look weak, helpless, and pathetic right now but when he's loose he's a true killer. He won't disappoint…I suggest when he's not on the control serum you lock him up good because he might snap and kill you."

Tudor nodded but had other things on his mind…