Weapon X Continues

Part 1

Disclaimer: The only character I truly own is Logan's daughter, Faith, and of course her mother. I also own all rights to her and her relationships. Everyone else belongs to their respectful owners (unless they do not belong to Stan Lee of course. :-) ).

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"Faith!" A gruff male voice shouted into the wilderness. The five foot three inches dark haired man began to actively search for Faith, as he began to push back the nearby brush. "Damnit, girl. Where are you? Faith!" He shouted again hoping that she would answer him this time. She was bound to give him a coronary if she kept this up, and she was at that age where she is going to test her limits. Especially so after the extremely sick childhood she had, and he couldn't help but feel that he knew exactly how she was feeling all the time. He only had very few memories of his own childhood, and her mother had died giving birth to her. It was only the two of them for a little more than thirteen years. He was elated that she had gotten well seemingly overnight, but he also was extremely worried at what that meant exactly. Her mother didn't have any 'gifts' or 'abilities', which meant that her sudden appearance of a really strong immune system meant that she would take more after her father than he had hoped. He called for her once more, and listened intently for her answer. He could have sniffed her out, but there were too many other scents that were overpowering her own.

"Daddy!" He heard the quiet squeak of his daughter's voice a few yards off to his right, and he knew that squeak. She was afraid and terrified of something, and with great ease he kept his wrist straight as he sknited his two sets of three shiny foot long claws out from between his knuckles. They lived in the wilderness, and she could be staring anything in the face. He swiftly raced towards her, ready to kill any wildlife threatening her harm. He ran into the clearing to see his little girl face to growling face of a mountain lion. He roared at it, effectively shifting its focus from the dark haired thirteen year old girl. He readied himself for the pain of being ripped apart with claws and strong pair of jaws, but instead a number of large caliber bullets began to pelt the ground between him and the wild cat. It growled and hissed once more before running off into the tree line at the base of the mountain, and he suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of helicopter blades above them. The hair on the back of his arms and neck stood on ends, signaling that this was bad. He looked over to his daughter and without pausing rushed to her, and without stopping his movement picked her up effortlessly. He broke out into a run as he carried her into the nearby trees.

He looked at her to see if she was unharmed, and to his relief she was but he could tell that she was going to start asking questions. He retracted one set of his claws on his free hand with yet another sknit sound, and placed his index finger on his lips signaling her to remain quiet. He watched as she merely nodded her head in answer, and heard the helicopter land in the clearing they were in a few moments ago. He listened intently as a small group of what smelled like government people exited the vehicle, and he didn't like it one bit. His instincts were telling him that they were specifically looking for him because of what he has on his bones, but he also somehow knew that if they learned of his daughter, Faith, they wouldn't hesitate to take her as well. He looked at her and knew that they were surrounded, and made a decision. He spotted a hollowed out stump just a few meters from them and it was just enough room for her to hide in, and led her over to it. "Stay here until I come and get you. Understand?" He instructed quietly and waited for her to nod her head in answer before extending his claws once more, and with one mighty roar he launched himself into the clearing.

Faith sat there in that hollowed out stump scared out of her little mind, as she listened to her father roar in the clearing and gunshots going off. She was doing her best to not cry at the current situation they were in, and only wanted her daddy to make her feel better. She held her breath as she saw a pair of unfamiliar black boots stop just outside of her hiding spot, and knew it wasn't her dad's as the sounds of yelling and gunshots were still going on behind her. A strong but older male hand reached inside and roughly pulled her out, and she couldn't help the cry of surprise that escaped her. She was staring at some middle-aged man that was dressed in some type of military uniform. She heard heavy footsteps quickly approach her from behind, and knew from her childhood that her father was rushing towards her. The strange man quickly spun her around to place her back towards him, and felt the cold hard steel of a gun barrel kissing her temple. Her father stopped just short of a few meters, his fear clearly written on his blood covered face. "Shall we see if she is truly your daughter, Logan? A little gunshot to... lets say the shoulder wouldn't hurt her. We might even be lucky enough to see my famous Wolverine." The stranger said as he pointed his revolver towards Faith's right shoulder and pulled the trigger, her answering scream of intense pain drove Logan forward with the intention of cutting the stranger cleanly in half. Instead he checked his daughter's injury, and could clearly see it as well as the stranger as it healed right before their very eyes. Her bleeding has stopped quickly, and her muscles as well as her skin began to knit themselves back together.

Logan closed his eyes briefly as he knew what that meant, and this stranger even though he felt some what familiar saw his daughter was like him. Next thing he knew was that his nerves were being fried as someone had put a taser to the nape of his neck and let it go at full power, and he succumbed to the enclosing blackness. His only thought was to protect Faith...

Faith watched as her father was taken down with a simple taser, and she couldn't help but rush to his side and attempt to wake him up. "Daddy! Wake up! Wake up, Daddy!" She cried as she shook his heavy form, but it did no good. She was hit hard from behind, and quickly fell victim to the blackness with her thoughts pleading for her father to wake up and protect her.