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[b][i][color=#ffffff]In … The Beast Within: Pt. VI[/color][/i][/b][/center]
[b][color=#ffffff]Kitimat, British Columbia[/color][/b]

[b][color=#ff0000]“Ah, you have [i]finally[/i] surrendered to the beast within,” [/color][/b][color=#ffffff]Omega Red said a satisfied smile.[/color][b][color=#ff0000] “Good, I want every ounce of your rage.”[/color][/b]

[color=#ffffff]Logan wasted no time in providing him with it. He was on the Russian in half a second, claws plunged deep into his stomach, snarling as he sent them deeper and deeper into Red’s innards. Grey blood came spluttering from the Russian’s mouth. For a moment he looked hurt, but an unsettling smile appeared on his face and he began to laugh. His huge hands wrapped around Logan’s forearms and pulled the claws free from his stomach with ease. [/color]

[color=#ffffff]Omega Red sent a vicious headbutt in Logan’s direction. It cracked against his nose and sent blood screaming down his face. Another headbutt, then another, until both Red and Logan’s brains were rattling around in their skulls with all the force of a thousand car crashes. Dazed, the feral Logan managed to dodge the last one at the latest possible second and bit down hard on the Russian’s throat. His mouth filled with blood.[/color]

[color=#ffffff]This time the Russian was forced backwards. A hand shot up to his neck to measure the damage of the wound. HIs grey torso was covered in blood and the deep stab marks where Logan had rended the flesh from his stomach. The cuts began to heal as the two men engaged once more. A tentacle sent careening towards Logan’s thigh was parried by a wild swipe of his claws and the mutant was within inches of gouging Omega Red’s eyes when he felt the other tentacle wrap around his leg.[/color]

[color=#ffffff]Logan felt the life force being sapped out of him as the grey-skinned man lifted him off the ground. He was dangling upside down, howling as he tried to cut himself loose from the tentacle. His adamantium claws scratched in vain against the carbonadium whilst the Russian watched on in delight. Once the scene no longer amused him, he smashed Logan against the ground until the short mutant was bloodied and derious. Logan clawed desperately at the ground with each smash, hoping to latch onto something that might give him respite from the monstering.[/color]

[color=#ffffff]The onslaught ended with a bang. Logan’s world became still for a moment and though he was dangling upside down he made out the shape of Heather MacNeil in the distance. She had been tending to Hudson’s wounds since the fight began, and his once-grey skin seemed to have regained some of its life, and now it seemed she wanted to exact some revenge of her own. Even in his feral state, Logan felt fear as the redhead sent shell after shell in the Russian’s direction.[/color]

[color=#ffffff]Omega Red laughed. [/color][b][color=#ff0000]“[i]This [/i]is what it has come to, Weapon X? You must have a woman … this [i]widow [/i]to fight your battles for you?”[/color][/b]

[color=#ffffff]With frightening ease, Logan was tossed aside into the fir trees. He heard the tree trunks breaking and branches lashing his skin but the adrenaline coursing through his body had dulled him to the pain. He heard the sound of Omega Red taunting MacNeil over the shotgun fire and the dull, wet sound of the pellets tearing through the Russian’s skin with little effect. Among the carnage, Logan was even able to make out the sudden click from the now-emptied shotgun. He sprinted over jagged rocks, his bare feet now torn and bloody, and burst through the trees just in time to see Red send a nasty punch in MacNeil’s direction. It sent her sliding halfway down the hill back towards the cabin.[/color]

[color=ffff00][b]"You son of a bitch,"[/b][/color] Logan roared as he charged at the Russian with his claws primed for action. [color=ffff00][b]"I'm going ... I'm going to kill you."[/b][/color]

[color=#ffffff]This time Red seemed faster than before. His punches came quicker, the tentacles were harder to evade, but Logan swiped again and again, keeping the Russian at bay and inflicting what damage he could. For each claw that tore away Omega Red’s skin, his tentacles would lash two chunks of Logan’s away. He was unsure how long they had been fighting, it could have been hours, but he knew he couldn’t keep up the pace. Red was too strong. His healing factor was working overtime fighting Red's attempts to sap his life force. The wounds that once would have healed in minutes were failing to do so.[/color]

[color=#ffffff]Worse still, Logan’s foe seemed to sense that he was weakening. He pushed his advantage, picking up the pace with a sadistic grin. There would be no winner to this fight, there could be no winner, only one man that outlasted the other. And it became clear that man would not be Logan. Rage as he did, sending combinations of furious swipes that tore skin and muscle from Omega Red, the Russian would not be cowed. His tentacles ensnared Logan, choking and lashing him, until finally all strength left the mutant’s decimated form.[/color]

[color=#ffffff]Logan fell to his knees covered in unspeakable gashes and wounds. The grey skin of Omega Red was near jet black where his blood caked onto his skin. His straw-like hair was a mess of matted fur and the bandana he wore to keep it back had long since been lost. He stood over Logan in judgement, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging his head backwards. There was a look on the Russian’s face that Logan couldn’t quite place until he opened his mouth to speak.[/color]

[color=#ffffff]It was disappointment.[/color]

[b][color=#ff0000]“What’s this? You yield so easily? Nyet, this cannot be. You are not the Weapon X I fought before. It is impossible. [i]That[/i] Weapon X destroyed the carbonadium synthesizer and condemned me to a life of suffering without a moment’s hesitation.”[/color][/b]

[color=#ffffff]The words meant nothing to Logan. He had never seen the Russian before, he had no idea why he kept referring to him as Weapon X, or what a carbonadium synthesizer was. All he knew was that James Hudson had given him refuge, had tried to teach him how to be a man again, and when he needed him the most he had let him down. The rage in Logan’s stomach started to ebb away as he heard Heather MacNeil’s tears in the distance. She was cradling Hudson, whose faint heartbeat seemed to synchronise with Logan losing consciousness. The mutant’s eyes drooped shut and his limbs began to grow heavy with defeat.[/color]

[color=#ffffff]A vicious slap from Omega Red snapped him back to life. [/color][b][color=#ff0000]“Where is he? It’s this man I want to face, not this ... whimpering coward.”[/color][/b]

[color=#ffffff]A barrage of noise that sounded like a locomotive engine came charging through the trees. With each bang, the Russian staggered backwards, and small, deep holes in his torso appeared. Logan fell to the ground with a thud. He groaned and used his elbows to push himself up just in time to see a red-haired man in a garish yellow shirt appear from out of the brush. He had a handgun in each hand that seemed loaded with a special kind of ammunition designed to cause maximum damage to Omega Red. [/color]

[b][color=#fff2cc]“Logan might[i] [/i]be a no-good, yellow-bellied son of a bitch, Arkady, but he’s [i]our [/i]no-good, yellow-bellied son of a bitch, and we don’t take kindly to other people beating on him.”[/color][/b]

[color=#ffffff]A strong hand reached down and pulled Logan to his feet as easily as if he were a child.[/color][b][color=#b45f06] “Speak for yourself, Flag.”[/color][/b]

[color=#ffffff]Flag grinned and released another barrage of gunfire in Omega Red’s direction. The Russian roared in pain and staggered backwards again, using his forearms to try and shield himself from the damage the bullets were causing. Logan watched in awe and then turned to face the man that had helped him to his feet. He was almost blinded by the dangerous set of pearly white canines that greeted him.[/color]

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[b][color=#b45f06]“What’s wrong, runt?” [/color][/b][color=#ffffff]Sabretooth said with a laugh that sent a shiver down Logan’s spine.[/color][b][color=#b45f06] “Aren’t you happy to see your old pal, Victor?”[/color][/b]