Simon Squid
Marvel Vs Dc : Wolverine Application 1st Pick
Having self-control, one thing I value above other things. Without self-control I could be unpredictable, a danger to everyone, everywhere. Self-control is very important. Too bad I never learned it.
I am bound. The only thing I see is darkness. I am so disoriented I cannot tell which direction is up. My arms are weak and my head is throbbing. I try to yell but no sound escapes my lips. I am trapped. I take a whiff in through my nose. Someone is here with me in this hell of darkness. I can recognize any scent if I have smelled it before in my over 100 damned years of living. This one I haven’t smelled for years, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t familiar. Stryker is with me. William Stryker: The madman who made me who I am. Who owns the adamantium covering my bones. My teeth clench and my face wrinkles up as I fight my senses. My eyes slowly close. No. It isn’t over. But there is nothing I can do. My eyes close and shut.
I regain my senses. It’s very bright and my eyes cannot adjust to what is in front of me. A burst of cold wind hits my back, which has an old snow jacket on it. It’s been so long but I can still remember, I wore it when I was with her. I see something in the distance. I run towards it snow crunching under my boots. I see her in the snow lying up and looking at the sky. I see her: Silver Fox, my old love. I laugh and it seems like forever since I have laughed, I run towards her, ready to spend my life with her and to forget about what happened in our past. I approach her and notice something very wrong. A trickle of blood weaves through the frozen earth, to my feet. Silver Fox sinks in a pile of blood and snow, her cold eyes rolling into her head. I collapse on the ground, out of breath and out of control. Like a rollercoaster of death goes through me, seeing all I’ve loved die. How many times? How many times have I stood over the dead bodies of the woman I’ve loved? Women that died. Were killed. Either to keep me under control. Or outta control. My eyes close and I take in a breath.
I am in darkness, but then opens up to dusk. I sniff the air; this smell is more familiar than the last. Way too familiar. Creed. Victor Creed. Sabretooth. A figure walks toward me, his face illuminated by the little light showing. His golden hair a blur as he walks towards me. “Logan!” he says, not sounding surprised at all to see me. “No hard feelings?” “What are you talking about?” I snarl, feeling more uncomfortable as we spoke. “I know you lost your memories, or was it your mind too? He laughs. I can smell the carcass of a rat lodged between his sharp teeth. “I just want to refresh your memory Wolvy, ya see I killed most of your girlfriends, It was a lot of fun too.” My breathing is heavy, and thoughts are racing around my mind. My claws tear through my skin and extend out of my knuckles. I try to control myself but it’s no use. I cannot control the beast inside. “Let’s recap, I’ve killed a lot of your girlfriends, lets see Silver Fox, Seraph, and there’s a few more, it’s just on the tip of my tongue, can you help me remember---. I pound Creed to the ground, claws at his neck. “Cmon, kill me!” he screams. “You know you want to!” My claws lower just to the point where there are 3 beads of blood on his neck. His heart rate races and his breathing are nonstop short and painful breaths. I bring my claws up, ready to strike…and then I dug into my pocket, found a cigar, lit it and pushed it onto Creed’s forehead. “Arahhhh!!!” Creed screamed. “If you want to die so much kill yourself bub.” I told him as I walked away. I still heard moans crying out “kill me” as I walked away.
I woke up. I blinked. Again and again. I grabbed the helmet, firmly attached to my head, and pulled it off wires and circuits exposed. Sweat was beading down my neck and onto my bare chest. I saw Stryker through the glass like I’ve never seen him before. He was terrified. Well he better be! I am angry. I ran up to the glass smashed through it and slammed Stryker’s head into the control panel, lodging the buttons into his scalp. He choked out a few words: “You..Are Not…The…Animal…I Thought..You..Were.” “Thanks for the compliment bub, I’ll compliment your face right before I tear it off” I slammed his head repeatedly on the panels and then picked him up by his collar . “ If you mess with me again, You will be the one hooked up to that machine.” I told him. “And its not gonna be pretty” I added. I was leaving the room then Stryker started talking to me. “I saw them.” “Mutants” “ One a Super-Man, another a Man who can breath under water, and more, and more to experiment on.” His blood stained, face or what was left of it smiled. “I will find them”
I ran into the Canadian Forest’s and started to head home. Maybe grab a beer along the way, or look at some new motorcycles. Then in front of me I saw something real bad.
No beer I guess.
Marvel Vs Dc : Wolverine Application 1st Pick
Having self-control, one thing I value above other things. Without self-control I could be unpredictable, a danger to everyone, everywhere. Self-control is very important. Too bad I never learned it.
I am bound. The only thing I see is darkness. I am so disoriented I cannot tell which direction is up. My arms are weak and my head is throbbing. I try to yell but no sound escapes my lips. I am trapped. I take a whiff in through my nose. Someone is here with me in this hell of darkness. I can recognize any scent if I have smelled it before in my over 100 damned years of living. This one I haven’t smelled for years, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t familiar. Stryker is with me. William Stryker: The madman who made me who I am. Who owns the adamantium covering my bones. My teeth clench and my face wrinkles up as I fight my senses. My eyes slowly close. No. It isn’t over. But there is nothing I can do. My eyes close and shut.
I regain my senses. It’s very bright and my eyes cannot adjust to what is in front of me. A burst of cold wind hits my back, which has an old snow jacket on it. It’s been so long but I can still remember, I wore it when I was with her. I see something in the distance. I run towards it snow crunching under my boots. I see her in the snow lying up and looking at the sky. I see her: Silver Fox, my old love. I laugh and it seems like forever since I have laughed, I run towards her, ready to spend my life with her and to forget about what happened in our past. I approach her and notice something very wrong. A trickle of blood weaves through the frozen earth, to my feet. Silver Fox sinks in a pile of blood and snow, her cold eyes rolling into her head. I collapse on the ground, out of breath and out of control. Like a rollercoaster of death goes through me, seeing all I’ve loved die. How many times? How many times have I stood over the dead bodies of the woman I’ve loved? Women that died. Were killed. Either to keep me under control. Or outta control. My eyes close and I take in a breath.
I am in darkness, but then opens up to dusk. I sniff the air; this smell is more familiar than the last. Way too familiar. Creed. Victor Creed. Sabretooth. A figure walks toward me, his face illuminated by the little light showing. His golden hair a blur as he walks towards me. “Logan!” he says, not sounding surprised at all to see me. “No hard feelings?” “What are you talking about?” I snarl, feeling more uncomfortable as we spoke. “I know you lost your memories, or was it your mind too? He laughs. I can smell the carcass of a rat lodged between his sharp teeth. “I just want to refresh your memory Wolvy, ya see I killed most of your girlfriends, It was a lot of fun too.” My breathing is heavy, and thoughts are racing around my mind. My claws tear through my skin and extend out of my knuckles. I try to control myself but it’s no use. I cannot control the beast inside. “Let’s recap, I’ve killed a lot of your girlfriends, lets see Silver Fox, Seraph, and there’s a few more, it’s just on the tip of my tongue, can you help me remember---. I pound Creed to the ground, claws at his neck. “Cmon, kill me!” he screams. “You know you want to!” My claws lower just to the point where there are 3 beads of blood on his neck. His heart rate races and his breathing are nonstop short and painful breaths. I bring my claws up, ready to strike…and then I dug into my pocket, found a cigar, lit it and pushed it onto Creed’s forehead. “Arahhhh!!!” Creed screamed. “If you want to die so much kill yourself bub.” I told him as I walked away. I still heard moans crying out “kill me” as I walked away.
I woke up. I blinked. Again and again. I grabbed the helmet, firmly attached to my head, and pulled it off wires and circuits exposed. Sweat was beading down my neck and onto my bare chest. I saw Stryker through the glass like I’ve never seen him before. He was terrified. Well he better be! I am angry. I ran up to the glass smashed through it and slammed Stryker’s head into the control panel, lodging the buttons into his scalp. He choked out a few words: “You..Are Not…The…Animal…I Thought..You..Were.” “Thanks for the compliment bub, I’ll compliment your face right before I tear it off” I slammed his head repeatedly on the panels and then picked him up by his collar . “ If you mess with me again, You will be the one hooked up to that machine.” I told him. “And its not gonna be pretty” I added. I was leaving the room then Stryker started talking to me. “I saw them.” “Mutants” “ One a Super-Man, another a Man who can breath under water, and more, and more to experiment on.” His blood stained, face or what was left of it smiled. “I will find them”
I ran into the Canadian Forest’s and started to head home. Maybe grab a beer along the way, or look at some new motorcycles. Then in front of me I saw something real bad.
No beer I guess.