Logan P.O.V.
"Damn that girl can kick ass." John says, looking at Elsa as she holds a knife to Dukes' throat, questioning him.
I climb into the ring and walk towards them.
"Alright Sparky, I'll ask some questions now." I say. She looks up at me and then moves away from Dukes, leaning against the edge of the ring.
"By all means," She says. "Go ahead."
I look at Dukes, then back at her. "He say anything?"
"Not really. Might want to reiterate the question for him." She suggests.
I turn back to Dukes and crouch down beside him.
"Hey, come on." I lightly slap Duke's cheeks to keep him focused. "Where's Victor?"
"Victor's with Stryker on...on the island. They...they...they run it together."
"Victor's working with Stryker?" Elsa and I say in unison.
"Yeah." Dukes answers. "You didn't know that?"
There's a few seconds pause, and Elsa speaks. "What's the island?"
"It's-it's where Stryker takes them after-after Victor's caught them."
"Taakes who?" I demand.
"Mutants." Dukes answers. "Rumor is that...that Stryker's doing experiments on them..."
"Ever wanted to know what happened to them?" Elsa asks.
"I try not to." Dukes answers.
The realization of the true purpose for the adamantium put in me hits me like a giant wave of water, a wrecking ball, or even being shocked by Elsa. A mixture of anger, hatred, and resentment surges through me and I turn away from Dukes, stand up, walk over to one of the railings not toppled over by Dukes, and clutch the top railing with a death grip. I breathe in and out through my nose, staring at nothing specific ahead of me, pure hatred clouding my vision.
Elsa P.O.V.
I've seen Logan angry before, but not like this. He wants blood, I know it. And if he wants it, he'll get it. I know he will.
He's actually kind of scaring me here, and after all I've been through, that's saying something.
"They killed her so I let them put adamantium in me." Logan says through gritted teeth. "They killed her for a God damn experiment!" He turns quickly back to Dukes. "Where is it?" He growls. He grabs Dukes by the collar and lifts him up so they're face to face, their noses barely half an inch apart.
"Logan, Stryker kept it real secret."
In response, Logan's claws slide out in the blink of an eye and the tips of the them are barely an inch away from Dukes. Dukes glances down at the claws, and swallows.
"But..." He says. "A prisoner escaped there once."
"Who?" Logan demands with the same voice.
"His name was Remy LeBeau." Dukes answers quickly. "He was a street hustler from New Orleans. The-the guards at the prison, they called him 'Gambit' because he kept taking all their money at poker...that's all I know."
"What's Stryker up to, what's the end game?" John asks.
"He's taking their powers." Dukes answers. "Trying to combine them somehow. It’s all I know, Logan. It’s all I know.”
“If I have to come back here.” Logan starts. “I’m gonna take your head off.” He pauses. “Or Sparky here can electrocute you. Your choice.” Logan finishes, then retracts his claws, stands, walks out of the ring and out of the building. John and I look at each other and follow him.
