Dr. Cory jumped with a start and felt his heart race frantically in his chest when he heard his door open abruptly. He then gasped in pain since the suddenly jerk reminded him how much his whole body hurt. He was lying on a bed with huge white casts on both his arms and legs. His legs were evaluated up and his arms rested in slings. He was not in a comfortable position at all on his hard rock bed. He looked horrid with cuts and bruises all over his face and he could barely see anything since he didn't have his glasses on.

"Tim?" he heard Dr. Miller's voice say his first name as he came in his hospital wing room. Dr. Miller came in holding vases of flowers which were for Dr. Cory. He kind of looked like Bill Nye the science the guy, you know goofy looking. But Dr. Miller was probably the most normal person at the compound well kind of…he treated Logan like he was a test subject but he never purposely try to hurt Logan. He didn't enjoy his pain like the others; he would just try to complete his job.

"Oh it's just you…" Dr. Cory sighed. He didn't even know why he freaked out in the first place. Who did he think it was going to be anyway?

"How are you feeling?" Dr. Miller asked. He was annoyingly in a good mood which irritated Cory.

"I feel as I look," he growled, taking the smile right off Dr. Miller's face.

"Oh…well I have some good news though," he offered, setting down the vases on Dr. Cory's nightstand. "Weapon X has returned with Tudor's head."

"Oh really?" Dr. Cory piped up now getting in a better mood. He really would love to see Tudor's decapitated head. All this was Tudor's fault! If that General didn't go filling Weapon X's head with ideas, hopes, and a will to live Dr. Cory wouldn't be here suffering! Weapon X had turned on him and tried killing to him! If Tudor didn't mess everything up, Weapon X probably would have obeyed him like the dog he was. Now he would have to re-train Weapon X again to be obedient. He really hoped those brain experiments he had planned would work and he wouldn't have to re-train him.

"Yes but none of the troops or Northman returned."

"What?" Dr. Cory yelled. Great, he really liked that Northman. He was so sure Northman would be able to control Weapon X a lot better than Ross since he matched Weapon X's physical strength.

"They were all killed in action. I guess Tudor had one last victory..."

Dr. Cory let a huff out. "Well does Weapon X still have his collar on? I would like to see Tudor's head in his hands."

"Yes of course, he's actually right outside."

For some reason he felt a shiver go up his back. What was wrong with him? He couldn't be scared of Weapon X. Weapon X needed to be scared of him. "Very good, bring him in then."

Dr. Miller left the room for a second and came back in with Weapon X following him. He was covered in blood and grim which stunk really badly. He also was carrying a black garbage bag which where the head was in. Dr. Cory eyed the collar on Weapon X's neck as he walked in.

"Ah Weapon X, another successful mission?" he said, trying to sound as smug as he could.

"Yes, sir," Weapon X answered, monotony.

"I'm quite excited to see the present you brought me," he smirked.

Weapon X didn't say anything or make any facial expressions. Dr. Cory kind of wished he could see Weapon X without his collar on so he could see his pain and suffering he felt from killing Tudor.

Weapon X opened the bag and pulled out a head but it wasn't Tudor's head. "Here's you're fucking present!" he yelled, throwing Marx's head into Dr. Cory's lap.

"GUARDS!" Dr. Cory yelled in total fear now, trying to push the head out of his lap but couldn't since his arms were in slings. Blood was getting all over him and the smell felt like it was suffocating him. As he looked up he saw Weapon X had already killed poor Dr. Miller who was a bloody mess on the floor. He had given Dr. Miller a merciful death, a simple slash on the throat it was nice compared to what he was about to do Dr. Cory. He walked up to Dr. Cory, savoring the moment. "The guards anywhere near here are already dead, I want this moment to be special between the two of us and I didn't want anyone to interrupt us because you don't know how long I've been waiting for this Doc…"

"You're collar! Why isn't it working?" he shrieked still trying to get Marx's head out of his lap.

Logan smiled. "Its effects don't seem to work on me anymore, Doc…" He grabbed the front of Dr. Cory's shirt and licked his teeth mockingly. "Now the question is how slowly do you want to die, Doc?" Dr. Cory winced as Logan slowly released his claws until the points touched his throat. Logan leered and used his other set of claws to stab them through Marx's head and then held it up in front of Cory.

"Marx begged I spare his life. Ha-ha yeah right… I guess I was right when I told him the day I escape he would be scared as fuck," he said, swinging Marx's head around, letting the blood get all over Cory. "This is going to be you in a few hours….hmmm…no maybe in a few days no months! Oh I wish I could do a year but I don't think a regular human body could stay intact from the torturing I plan to do with you." Logan threw aside the head which hit the wall, leaving a massive blood stain.

Dr. Cory breathing became heavier and heavier, he was going to pass out. He couldn't handle this!

"You know what really gets me?" Logan snarled, coming closer to Cory's face. The fear smelled so good that was flowing off Cory. "That for so long I have been controlled by fucking pussy-ass cowards like you who in the time of death can't even act like a man." He stopped then spoke in disgusted and shameful voice. "And what really eats me up I was actually scared of all of you."

Dr. Cory didn't say anything he just continued panting. This isn't happening. This is a dream! A nightmare!

"I'm no longer your dog…" Logan whispered into his ear then chuckled, "You can only kick a dog so many times before they bite back…"

Dr. Cory closed his eyes. Maybe it wouldn't hurt as much if he couldn't see what Weapon X was going to do with him. How could the roles change so quickly?

He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for something to happen but nothing did. He heard Weapon X grunting like he was struggling with something so he quickly took a peak.

Logan was pulling at his collar because he so wanted it off but it wasn't budging. He looked at it confused and tried using his claws to slash it off yet his claws just clashed against the collar.

"The outside of the collar is made out of adamantium," Dr. Cory said quietly. "You need a key to get it off…"

"GIVE IT TO ME!" Logan yelled, bringing his claws back to Cory's quivering throat. His eyes were bloodshot but something else was in his eyes Dr. Cory saw.

Was it fear?

Fear of what? Dr. Cory wondered.

"Give me the goddamn key!" Logan screamed again, poking his claws into Cory's throat so it made little cuts.

"No…" Cory said in a small voice.

"WHAT?" he roared. How dare that little shit say no, he was about to kill him!

"You are going to kill me anyway so why give it to you…? Why should I give you anything with your claws at my throat?" Dr. Cory hoped what he saw in Logan's eyes matched up what he thought.

Logan gritted his teeth and lowered his claws. He did have a point.

Dr. Cory suddenly smirked, understanding he still had one last power over Logan. "Actually go ahead kill me but you won't ever get that collar off. And for the rest of your life…you'll have it on. Who knows how long that will be? You may not die until the second coming of Jesus Christ….that could be today or another billion years. Do you really want it on that long? Grant it, it may not be able to affect you but it will be like a little reminder of what you really are, an animal."

Logan stared at him, emotionless for what seemed like an hour and every second that went by he felt like the collar was getting tighter and tighter on him. He couldn't have this collar on him forever…he would go insane. This collar represented so many bad things to him; it had made him do unspeakable acts…he couldn't have it on him for another second!

He closed his eyes in defeat and looked away. "What do you want?" He knew he probably wasn't going to get the chance to kill to Cory…DAMN!

Dr. Cory smiled. "I just want a phone call."

Logan glowered at him.

"Let me make a phone call first then I'll tell where the key is."

Logan knew there had to more to this "deal."

"You'll going to have dial the number and hold the phone for me," he told Logan, showing off his casts. "Since I can't."

Logan wordlessly went over to his nightstand but knocked over Dr. Cory's vase of flowers as picked up the phone. He then shoved it roughly at Dr. Cory's ear.

"Thank you, Weapon X."

"Don't call me that!" Logan snarled. "Don't act like you're in control here because you aren't! I could go on living with this fucking collar-

"Oh could you?" Dr. Cory interrupted. "Are you sure? When you attempt at living a "normal life"…the first thing people will see is that on you and they're probably think the worst; it's only human nature."

Logan quickly glanced down at his collar. It was very noticeable and no shirt could possibly hide the massive metal collar.

"Do you want to be an outsider?" Dr. Cory sneered. "No one will want anything to do with you if they see you with that thing on."

Weapon X continued to glare at him but Cory was pretty sure he saw a flicker of that fear. Cory knew everybody wanted to be love and accepted even an animal like him.

"At least with it off you look somewhat normal…" Cory continued.

Logan grinded his teeth so loud it hurt Cory's ears. How did it suddenly turn around with Dr. Cory threatening him? It made no sense!

Logan didn't say anything as he put the phone back near Cory's face and waited for Cory to give him a number to dial.

Dr. Cory let a chuckle out. "Wow you're being more obedient now than ever before."

That was the last straw to piss Logan off as he threw the phone across the room. "I don't even know why I'm even agreeing to this! You'll probably have a bunch of troops waiting for me! You lie about everything!"

His eyes were changing angrier and angrier; he was starting to get in his berserker rage. "How do you I know you won't lie about this? You promise things before and I'm usually the one who gets screwed!" He thought about Mike for a second. "Well no fucking more! I'm going to finish you nice and slow…" Logan nostrils flared as he approached him, he made tight fists as his claws shined in the light.

Dr. Cory gulped, knowing now he didn't hold the power card anymore and screamed like a little girl, "I SWEAR TO GOD! I'LL TELLYOU THE TRUTH!"

Logan actually stopped as the bloodlust decreased a little. Cory did sound very sincere since he was absolutely shaking in fear and it just smelled like he wetted himself.

"Weapon X I k-know I have never b-been honest with y-you but I swear on all my family's graves I will tell you the truth," he shuttered.

Logan crossed his arms and growled. "Swear it to me using my real name!"

Dr. Cory took a deep breath; this really was taking a toll on his pride. "Logan, I swear I will tell you the truth and you will get that collar off you."

Logan now was the one to smirk. "You really don't want to die, do you? Stupid really…everybody dies." He thought of all his military friends and Tudor. "Just remember I will be the one you will last see on this earth because I have sworn to myself I won't rest a day until I tracked you down and make your life a living hell like you did to mine. That can be a little reminder for you. Now what is the number you need me to dial?"

Dr. Cory shuttered out the numbers as Logan went to retrieve the phone. Then he pushed the buttons like everything was dandy and okay. Logan held the phone for him and couldn't help but enjoy his fear. So long he had been on the other end…

Whoever Dr. Cory was calling finally answered. "H-hello? Yes it's Cory. We are in code red and I need you to get this whole building evacuated. Yes….that's exactly why. And I need you to come here now-

Logan hung up the phone before the conversation was over. "You're evacuating the whole building just for me?" he mocked, trying to sound like he was touched. "I never knew I was that much of a threat."

Dr. Cory stayed silent, not liking how the roles have switched around again. "The spare keys are on level 4 in room 5248."

"They better be…" Logan said in low scary voice. "Remember my promise, Doc." Then he turned and left the room before Cory could even blink.

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Logan was trembling when he tried to the put the key into his collar. He couldn't believe he had gotten his far. He had some guards try to stop him while coming here but of course he chopped right through them. They must have been on crack if they thought they could take him down, he was on full adrenaline.

Logan finally got the funny looking key into the hole in his collar… he was going to find out if Cory was true to his word or not.

Logan thought he would have noticed Dr. Cory or one of the guards putting a key in his collar when they took it off in his cell but he guess he was so emotional drained from the missions they sent him on, he just never noticed or bother to care.

A sigh of relief escaped him when the key fitted perfectly in and he heard it unlock. He slowly pulled the collar off, gasping as the needles came out of him. He dropped the collar and let the puncture wounds heal. He then rubbed his throat, still trying to comprehend if this was all happening. He stared down at the collar, blankly.

"I'm free…" he mumbled.

He sat there on the floor for what seemed an eternity just staring at it even though sirens were going off and a lady's voice kept saying, "Self-destruction in ten minutes." And so on…

He slowly stood up in a kind of daze. With this new found freedom of his…he wasn't really sure what to do next.

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Dr. Cory felt so much better when he was finally on his helicopter, flying away from the place he put all his work in to! Now it was being destroyed because of one unruly subject, Weapon X but at least he managed to get some of his other projects out of there before the place was going to blow.

"Dr. Harris," he whimpered at the man next to him. Dr. Cory was lying on a stretcher and could only see the ceiling of the helicopter. He was too weak physically to move but also emotional drained from the encounter with Weapon X.

"Yes?" Dr. Harris said, coming to his side. He wiped his forehead, he was also tired. He had to run around the whole place, trying to do every order Dr. Cory commanded. It was amazing he actually did it.

"Did you destroy all the files on him?"

"On Weapon X? Of course, except for the background files in the computers," he answered, pointing at computer that was all packed up.

"Good," he said faintly. "I know he longed for knowing who he was but he won't get that pleasure. I'll make sure he won't ever know…."

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Logan fingered his dog tags while staring at the gravestone in front of him. His dog tags were the only thing he could find that belonged to him. After he got his collar off, he went to Dr. Cory's office, hoping he would find some files about himself. But when he entered the office, he saw the files about him were shredded and burned up…everything about his past gone.

Logan put his dog tags over his head and zipped up his coat. The fall breeze was quite chilly as it blew leaves all around. He looked at the tags and assumed he had to be in the army before all of this…god it was amazing he still didn't know shit about himself. Maybe he never would.

"Mark Henry Tudor. Born April 20, 1930. Died November 3, 1985," the gravestone read in front of him. He let out a small sad chuckle when he saw what was written underneath that. "One hell of a General!" He wondered who put that there; it was so true, though.

Obviously he didn't attend Tudor's funeral, he rather come alone and pay his respects. If any of the men at Tudor's base survived, he couldn't bear to see any of them. He had killed so many people…his colleagues…his friends.

He was so glad that his collar was off.

But suddenly someone came over towards Tudor's gravestone. The person didn't smell like anyone he knew; maybe the guy was some distant friend.

It was a kid who was about twenty eight and there was something familiar about him though. He had jet black hair with blue streaks running through them and it was spiked up in a very stylish way. His dark blue eyes seemed to match the streaks in his hair and he was tall too but very skinny. He wore a black t-shirt with black jeans and black gothic boots, Logan wasn't sure what kind of look he was trying to do.

Emo? Goth? Punk? Skater? Or maybe he just likes the color black?

The kid was quite the looker too…he looked so familiar but Logan didn't know why.

"How did you know him?" the kid asked, putting his hands in his pockets. He didn't have a coat on so Logan could tell he was freezing. "Were you one of his soldiers?"

"I guess you could say that," Logan said, surprised that he was even talking to him. "He saved my life more than anything."

The kid nodded and looked at Logan. "He saved your life? How so? You don't look like you need saving," he asked, referring to Logan's massive figure.

"At some point everyone needs saving," Logan replied.

The kid stared at him like he was going to say something but turned his attention back at the grave.

"How did you know him?" Logan asked still trying to figure out why he looked familiar.

The kid stayed silent for a while until he mumbled, "He was my father…"

"Oh." He had forgotten Tudor had a son. "I'm guessing you guys weren't close."

The kid turned and glared at him. "Why would you think that?"

Logan shrugged. "I get that feeling from you and also I was there when your dad die and these were the exact words "Can you tell my son I'm partially sorry, he was an ass too…not just me."

The kid stayed silent again then finally said, "Yeah I guess I was…"

"What did you do?" Logan asked. He was kind of curious about Tudor's offspring, he wondered if he was like him.

"I…I don't know it's a long story," Ryan slurred. He kind of wanted to tell Logan even though he didn't know him; he just wanted to talk to someone. Some many feelings were built up in this kid and it wanted to burst out.

Logan shrugged. "I got time."

The kid glanced at him. "Okay…I guess…what's your name anyway?"

Logan glimpsed down at his dog tags then hid them in his shirt. "Logan, yours?"

The kid looked at his father's grave again. "Ryan Tudor." He blinked his eyes. "Wow I haven't used that name for a while since I ran away."

"Tell me about it," Logan commented. He was still getting used to his real name and almost told him, his name was Weapon X.

Ryan rubbed his arms as the cold bit at them. Logan took his coat off since the cold didn't affect him and threw it Ryan. "

"Thanks," he smiled as he put the coat on. "You want grab a drink or something?"

"God yes!" Logan blurted out. "You don't know how long I've wanted a beer."

They both smiled as a new friendship was about to begin…

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