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Wolverine : Evolution 1.
Sharon Carter sat naked on her bed, staring in surprise and
shock as Wolverine and A Fellow Of The Physical Discipline duked it out
on the floor of her room.
Wolverine slashed his claws deeply along The Fellow's gut, then
drove the claws on his other hand deep into the man's belly in an attempt
to release the man's guts along the floor.
The Fellow just laughed and slammed his fists into Wolverine's
face, sending the short mutant berserker back across the room, landing
hard on the bed next to Sharon.
The Fellow held his hand against his belly, keeping his guts
in, then moments later pulled his hand away to reveal a
completely unscarred stomach.
Unlike the beings Sharon had seen in the mental vision, this
one wore no toga, only tight leather breeches that came down to just over
his ankles. He wore no shoes or boots, his bare feet looked tough and
resilient. He was tall and well built, his tapered waist running up to
a broad, hairless chest framed by strong, muscled arms. His features
were idealized, and in Sharon's drunken state he looked almost like
Steve, with his blond hair and blue eyes.
"Whas goin' on?" she muttered furiously, angry about this sudden
intrusion.
Wolverine didn't answer, he just rolled backwards of the bed and
scooped his hand down, grabbing something off the floor. His eyes were
narrow and he was growling low in his throat, a bad sign to anyone who
knew anything about him.
"Come on, then!" laughed The Fellow,"I thought you were the best
there is at what you do!?!"
Wolverine didn't respond, he just leaped across the room, hitting
the ground and using his own momentum to slide along the floor. The Fellow
thrust a powerful arm down hard into the floor where Wolverine had been
only moments before, smashing right through the floor. The short mutant
leaped to his feet and slashed the back of The Fellow's legs, causing
the man to stumble momentarily to his knees. He followed
through admirably though, rolling forward and leaping to his feet,
slamming Logan hard in the face with a vicious right handed
low, staggering the powerful mutant.
Logan fell backwards a couple of steps, then dodged the next
blow and once again buried both his claws deep into The Fellow's belly
and ripped them free again. The Fellow laughed in derision at this repeat
attack, stepping back and holding his guts in as his skin healed itself.
But Logan wasn't done with his attack, he followed through,
slamming his fist against The Fellow's hand and pushing it deep into his
belly, holding it there as he slashed at his opponent's throat with the
claws of his free hand.
As The Fellow gagged and fell back several steps, Wolverine
reached down to his belt and pulled Sharon's sweat-soaked tanktop free,
having picked it up just a minute earlier after being slammed onto the
bed. He pulled the soaking material over The Fellow's face, wrapping
it around his neck and blinding the man as his belly healed over his
hand.
Wolverine grabbed the back of The Fellow's neck and the waistband
of his tight leather breeches, then flung him bodily through the cracked
and broken hole in the wall to the outside.
They were currently on the tenth floor.
"I am the best there is at what I do, bub," growled Wolverine,
low in his throat, then turned to face Sharon,"I assume you're Agent
13 then, Carter?"
"What the fuck was that!?!" she snapped in way of reply.
"Calls himself a Fellow Of The Physical Discipline," replied
Logan calmly, unperturbed at her nudity,"Challenged me to a battle,
held up pretty good, too."
He turned around and walked to the hole in the wall, presenting
a back that was bloody but not cut, his healing factor already healing
the wounds he'd received but unable to do anything about the tears and
rips in his costume. He looked down at the ground far below and snorted
briefly before turning back around.
"He'll be back, he's already beginning to twitch down there,
we best be gone by then."
"I'll get dressed," nodded Sharon, somewhat sobered by
the adrenaline rush that had hit her body at the intrusion.
"No time, he'll be up here in less than a minute, grab a bag
if you have to, but we gotta go now."
Sharon cursed briefly, she had two bags, one with clothes and
the other with weapons and files about the 'Unofficial Mission' and she
could only take one.
"Fine," she muttered, grabbing the green carry-on and throwing
it over one shoulder, then turned towards the door,"Which way?"
"This way," replied Logan, and swung himself through the hole in
the wall and out on the side of the building. His hands gripped tightly
to the loose masonry, easily finding handholds in the cracked
concrete,"Grab hold of my neck."
Sharon, used to dealing in extreme situations, rushed over to
the hole and slid around behind Logan, wrapping her arms around his thick
neck muscles. Her breasts squashed against his back and her thighs
wrapped around his waist, both of them too professional to be concerned
about her nudity.
Logan quickly began clambering up the side of the building,
heading up to the roof two floors up.
Far below, The Fellow staggered to his feet, gritting his teeth
as he tore his hand free from his belly, reopening the would. He had to
hold his arm against his belly again to keep his guts from falling out,
but moments later he was healed.
He clicked his neck experimentally to the side, cursing briefly
at his humiliating setback against Wolverine, knowing that thanks to
The Mental Discipline, others of The Conclave would have seen it and
be laughing at him even now.
He was one of The First, but he had no wish to be leader of
his Fellows Of The Physical Discipline. All he wanted was to fight, to
hunt, to fuck and to lord it up over The Old Humanity, he lived for the
challenge, as did all the other Fellows Of The Physical Discipline. His
prestige as one of The First and a member of The Conclave meant that he
was given the right to choose any of The Old Humanity's greatest
enemies, and he had chosen Wolverine, supposedly the best there was in
The Old Humanity.
He glanced up the side of the building, his enhanced vision
taking in not just Wolverine's climbing body, but Sharon's naked form
as well. He licked his lips and grinned in appreciation at the sight of
her firm, extremely toned asscheeks and shaven cuntlips, evident as she
had her legs wrapped around Wolverine's waist.
"I'm going to fuck you up, Wolverine, and then I'm going to
fuck her!"
He threw back his head and let out an animalistic howl, excited
that the hunt was about to begin, then leaped up three floors, his hands
and feet punching into the walls. He held himself in place momentarily,
then began to pull himself quickly up after Logan and Sharon.
In a slightly better district of Madripoor, Jessica Drew staggered
towards her home with her arm draped around a handsome young
man's shoulders.
The Private Investigator had solved a particularly difficult
case the day before and decided to celebrate, going out and getting
just a little too intoxicated.
Now her new assistant, the unfortunately named Ranja
Maryam (*) was helping her back home, having imbibed no small amount
himself. However, his larger size and regular exposure to the strong
alcohol’s to be found Madripoor's Low-Town meant he was in better condition
than she was.
Jessica's former assistant, Lindsay McCabe, had returned to
San Francisco almost six months ago now, and she'd been hard pressed to
find someone knew until Ranja helped her escape some Opium smugglers and
she'd offered him a job. He'd proved both an able assistant and
an excellent deterrent to anyone planning violence upon her. Despite
the fact that she could probably beat any man who took her on, she still
looked like a normal, 'fragile' woman to Madripoor's inhabitants. But
Ranja, who was extremely tall for one of his people at 6 foot 3, and a
natural endomorph, made them think twice.
"Let me get my keys," she mumbled almost incoherently as they
reached her modest but well furnished apartment in one of the much better
parts of town. She missed The Princess Bar, which had shut down a year
and a half ago after Police Chief Tai's forces, Tyger Tyger and General
Manh's men had converged there in a massive battle to finally take control
of the lucrative Criminal Underworld. With a little help from
the returning Patch (Wolverine in a very flimsy disguise), Tyger Tyger
had 'won' that battle, joining with Tai to finally push out the renegade
former Yakuza's bid to reinstitute drugs and slavery as a vital part of
the Criminal Underworld.
Now, with The Princess Bar demolished, many newer, less glamorous
bars had tried to fill the gap with varying degrees of success. One of
which Jessica and Ranja had just spent the night in.
"Come in, Ranja," she mumbled, stumbling inside,"I'll make you
a coffee."
"No thanks, Ms. Drew," he replied politely, always the model of
respectfulness around his Employer, whom he not so subtly hero worshipped
and had a slightly more subtle crush on,"I don't really like coffee too
much."
"Wrong!" she laughed, spinning about and almost losing
her balance as she brought a waggling finger up,"You don't really like
coffee too much the way they make it here! You ain't never had MY coffee,
though, have ya!?!"
"No, Ms. Drew," he replied, trying to keep a straight face as
his employer bumped her way through a doorway and into her kitchen. He
stepped inside the hallway and closed the door behind him, chuckling
slightly at the odd turn this evening had taken.
In the kitchen, Jessica pulled a jar of her special, gourmet
coffee from one of the cupboards. It threatened to spill out of her hands
but with only the barest concentration of her will, the jar became stuck
to the palms of her hands. Her powers from her time as Spider-Woman
remained, although she had given up the name to Julia Carpenter a long
time ago.
She made up the coffee without making too much mess,
then shuffled her way carefully to the living room, where Ranja was
attempting to not be uncomfortable. He had settled his large frame onto
the couch and was trying not to let his mind run away with itself. No
matter what country you lived in, the old 'come upstairs for coffee' line
was well known, and in no matter what country, men always worried if
they were reading too much into the invitation.
Jessica settled herself down onto the couch with a grunt, placing
the coffee mugs down roughly on the coffee table, spilling some of the
hot liquid onto the table.
"Have a drink," she said with a smile, and went to move her own
hand back from her mug. However, still half drunk as she was, she forgot
that she had fastened her skin to the mug, and it came with her. She gave
a startled cry as she released the mug from her spider-grip and it spilled
onto her black shirt.
"ARGH!" she cried, the liquid not hot enough to scald her but
enough to hurt. She jumped up to her feet and coffee spilled everywhere,
making her cry out in annoyance now as it spilt all over the carpet.
She turned and stared at Ranja, who was staring back at her with
a perplexed, confused look on his face. Of all the scenarios that he had
predicted, this had not been one of them.
The ridiculous look on his face struck her as being particularly
funny, and she suddenly burst out laughing.
"Ms. Drew?"
"I'm sorry, Ranja, I just realized how ridiculous this whole
situation this is."
Ranja took a moment to process this, here he was, in his bosses
living room, she was standing before him in just her black skirt and
shirt (having put her leather jacket on the coat-rack when she entered),
dripping wet with hot coffee all over her clothes, eyes closed
and laughing madly.
"Hm," he chuckled, seeing the humor at last.
"Come on," she chuckled, taking him by the hand and helping him
to his feet,"Come with me."
She led him into her bedroom and moved to her wardrobe, opening
it up and casting a critical eye over her clothing. Then she released
Ranja's hand and grabbed the edge of her shirt, pulling it up over her
head and handing it back towards a startled Ranja,"Hold this."
She then grabbed the waistband of her skirt and shimmied it down
over her hips, exposing her panty covered ass to her shocked assistant,
she also handed her skirt back to him, but when he didn't instantly
take it she turned around, causing him to throw his gaze down to the
ground.
"Ranja, what's the matter?" she asked, confused as she stood in
her bra and panties in front of him.
He didn't answer, just blushed furiously.
"Oh come on, Ranja," she giggled,"Surely it's nothing you haven't
seen before."
When he didn't respond she just laughed and looked down at her
own body, shaking her head when she saw that her lacy white bra was
also stained with coffee.
"Dammit," she muttered and unclasped it at the back, letting it
fall free and reveal her firm, good sized breasts. She threw the bra
distractedly over Ranja's head and turned to look back at her wardrobe,
scratching her ass lightly as she did so.
"Ms. Drew," muttered Ranja,"I am sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass
you."
She smirked slightly and turned around, making the shocked Ranja
throw his head back down again.
"Embarrass me? Oh, Ranja, you men can be so silly sometimes."
She sauntered up to him and cupped his chin with her fingers,
lifting his face up to see hers. His eyes widened when he saw her breasts
and he tried to close his eyes, but when she leaned forward and lightly
kissed him on the lips, they opened again.
"Silly man, I know you've had a little crush on me, why don't
you just relax and let your boss take care of everything.
She took one of his hands and lifted it to her breast, letting
him feel her firm tit in his hand. He gasped in a mixture of pleasure
and disbelief. Of all the scenarios he had figured in his head, this
was yet another he had not foreseen.
Somehow, despite her smaller stature and slighter frame, she
easily led him back to the bed and pressed him down onto it. He lay back
on the firm, comfortable mattress as she leaned over him, her breasts
pressing into his broad chest as she lightly kissed him, taking a far
more dominant role than he was used to.
She straddled his waist and leaned back, smiling down at him,
her grin crooked and lopsided, making him remember that she was probably
still half drunk. He felt a moment of guilt that he might be taking
advantage of his boss, but all those thoughts faded as she reached down
between her legs and grabbed her panties, then actually tore them away
with a mad grin on her face, revealing the trimmed rectangle of black
pussy hair over her shaven cuntlips.
His natural instincts took over at last and with a startled
squawk, Jessica was twisted about onto her back by her assistant, who
had at last gotten into it.
"That's it, Ranja!" she laughed as he pulled his white shirt
apart, buttons flying everywhere as he pulled the sleeves off of his
arms. He pulled his belt loose and stood up quickly on the bed, leaping
out of his pants with first one leg, then another, taking his briefs
with him at the same time,"It's about time!"
Her eyes goggled when she saw the size of his cock, much like
Ranja himself, it was far bigger than usual for his ethnicity and she was
already drooling at the prospect of having him inside of her.
She spread her legs eagerly for him, the remnants of her panties
having fallen aside as he rolled her over. His eyes were wide and tinged
with a lust driven madness more than matched in her own eyes, and he
didn't bother to stand on ceremony, instead gripping his thick, long
cock in hand and positioning it at the steaming, hot entrance to her
pussy.
"YESSS!" she hissed as he pushed forward and slowly forced his
cock deeper and deeper into her cunt, her cuntwalls parting before the
onslaught of his penis. She thrust her hips up and parted her legs
wider and wider, letting more and more of his cock into her. He pushed
and pushed until finally his balls were resting against her hot asscheeks,
his dick buried balls deep into her snatch.
He remained inside of her, groaning in disbelief at the fact that
he was inside of his bosses cunt, after all the dreams and fantasies he
was finally fucking her!
He pulled back and then pushed forward, this time her cunt taking
his meat a little easier. After doing this several times, her cunt had
finally accepted his cock and he began thrusting in and out of her more
easily, the velvet depths of her cunt parting before his rampaging member,
fucking the hot Private Investigator and former Super-Heroine.
Ranja reached up her chest and grabbed her firm, jiggling breasts
in hand, massaging her tits as he lunged in and out of her twat. Her
body was quivering and shaking with her passion, her pussy tightening
about her assistant's cock as she really got into the good fucking that
she was getting.
"Aaaaaaahhh!! that's it, Ranja! It's soooo goood!! Fuck me!!! I
need your cock!!!" she cried, encouraging him to give her more, wanting
more of his cock inside of her, faster and deeper and more and always.
Ranja groaned happily as he watched her thrash about on the bed
beneath him as he took his boss. The large man heaved on top of her,
his cock filling Jessica's cunt, his manhood pounding her cunt, riding
the former Spider-Woman hard, ramming savagely in and out of her cunt,
driving her wild with pleasure.
He leaned over her, releasing her breasts and sliding his hands
under her back and grabbing the back of her shoulders, pulling himself
in deeper into her cunt, anchoring her in place as he licked her face,
a fetish of his own that Jessica had never tried before but which turned
her on madly. She waved her head to the side and caught his tongue
between her ruby red lips and sucked on it, grinning madly, her green
eyes glinting with malicious, cheeky lust.
She released his tongue and gasped as she felt his cock ram
even deeper inside of her than before, grinding against her pussy and
slapping his balls against her asscheeks as he fucked her good.
Jessica wrapped her lags around Ranja's back as she continued to
pump her hips up and down against his hard, driving shaft, meeting his
own thrusts as she tried to keep as much of his cock as deep inside of
her cunt as she could.
Their positions seemed reversed to Ranja, now he was the master
and she the subservient, he was in charge as he fucked her cunt hard and
was lying beneath him, accepting his cock, accepting him.
Jessica arched her back and squirmed her ass about beneath him,
her hips pressed up tight against his cock as she panted and cried out in
desire, her breasts pressing firmly against his chest as he licked at
her face.
He moved harder and faster into her, making Jessica squirm about
beneath him as her passion built and built, her body on fire. Her arms
wrapped around his back, sliding all over his muscular back as her legs
squeezed tight around his waist and her cunt slammed up against his
fucking cock.
"AH! OH! YES!!" she screamed,"YES!!!!"
Ranja slammed his cock into her cunt ruthlessly, thrusting hard
into her, pulling back and then thrusting hard back in, his face awash
with gritted concentration as he held back his climax, wanting to make his
beautiful boss squeal and cum beneath him, his cock still inside of her
cunt and able to appreciate it.
Her body writhed and twisted about beneath him, her
breath becoming ragged now as she approached a powerful orgasm. She
squealed and squeezed his waist with her powerful legs, making him moan
happily as her cunt squeezed down tight on his cock and began milking
at his penis as she came, her juices exploding out around his thick,
pistoning cock.
He tensed, his body locking into place as he rolled his eyes back
in his head, loving the sensation of his bosses cunt climaxing
and clasping onto his cock. Then, with a satisfied groan of release
he rammed into Jessica Drew's cunt for all he was worth. His cock jerked
deep inside of her and he blasted his cum into her greedy, sucking pussy
as Jessica came with him.
Her hips rotated wildly against Ranja's as she screamed out in
bliss.
"YESSSS!!" she screamed,"That's it, Ranja! FUCK ME! FUCK MY CUNT!"
She convulsed madly about beneath him as she to exploded into
another orgasm, more powerful than the previous one. Her long hair had
fallen free from the ponytail she kept it in, much of her long, raven
locks sticking to her forehead, plastered there by sweat as she screamed
through her orgasm, her tits squashed against Ranja's chest, her clit
grinding against his crotch, his spasming, sperm shooting cock buried
deep inside of her cunt.
He collapsed on top of her as she wound down her orgasm, he
was breathing deeply and roughly as she took short, sharp inhales, her
voice letting out a long, drawn out moan of pleasure.
She lay beneath him, her legs now dropping from around his waist
and falling down to either side of her, which were pressed straight down
between her thighs.
She felt great, a little giddy maybe after mixing alcohol with
a fantastic orgasm and some great sex, but she certainly didn't think
she'd regret this in the morning. After all, she'd been turned on by
Ranja for awhile now and knew that he had a crush on her, she'd been
fantasizing about his sexy, muscular body for quite some time all ready.
She rolled him off of her and smiled as she heard him lightly
mumble, already half asleep and barely coherent. She stretched her arms
and legs and smiled at the slight ache in her cunt, feeling empty without
his cock buried balls deep inside of her.
She was almost asleep herself when the telepathic message blasted
both her and Ranja into full wakefulness.
Thankfully the telepathic message seemed to have awoken a great
many of the citizens, many of them out on the streets looking fearfully
about for some of these mighty villains that had defeated the fabled
Avengers, who even they had heard of.
The result was that Wolverine was able to take a route along
a route full of many people, so if their adversary had enhanced senses,
they might become confused by the overwhelming odors and noises of all
the people in the streets far below them.
They were running along the rooftops, Sharon keeping up with
Wolverine due only to her exceptional physical conditioning. A sheen
of sweat covered her naked body and Wolverine was worried that the sweat
she left behind would let their opponent track them.
"All right!" he snapped, stopping suddenly on a roof only four
floors from the ground, where a number of Low-Town residents were arguing
about whether the vision had been a collective warning of things to come
or the results of an imaginary cloud of opium,"We make our stand here,
get your stuff out of that damn bag and get ready."
The naked S.H.I.E.L.D agent bent down and dropped the bag from
her aching shoulder. Unzipping it, she pulled out a energy rifle and
hoisted it up against her shoulder.
"Forget that crap," Wolverine muttered,"He can probably just
absorb the energy. Get something with real bullets, they'll do more
damage and take longer to heal."
She nodded, chastising herself for not thinking the same thing,
they knew from first hand experience that their opponent had a healing
factor on a level or perhaps higher than Wolverine's own.
They needed only a few moments before Wolverine began sniffing
at the air.
"Nothing," he growled,"He's masking his scent, can't pick up
even a trace."
Then Wolverine's eyes widened and he leaped to one side, even
as beneath him the roof exploded upwards and The Fellow leaped through,
a feral grin on his face.
"SURPRISE!" he laughed.
Wolverine rolled into a fighting stance, even as Sharon blasted
at him with a 38. Special, the bullets tearing through their opponents
skin but not forcing him back even a step.
"HA! That tickles!" he laughed,"Do it again!"
Sharon cursed and pulled a small, sawn off shotgun from her
bag, not S.H.I.E.L.D issue, but it had come in handy on more than a few
occasions. She pulled it up and blasted both barrels at the laughing
Fellow, who jerked back from the impact, then leaped forward between
Wolverine and Sharon, his skin already healing up the wound.
Wolverine swung his claws savagely, tearing into The Fellow's
side, but his opponent ignored it, batting Sharon's shotgun away with
a contemptuous laugh and grabbing her face in one hand. Holding her
tightly by the face, he threw his other arm back and connected with
Wolverine's face, sending him flying back across the roof.
"I could smell your need on the tanktop the runt put onto my
face!" The Fellow laughed, sweat pouring freely from his hand onto her
face,"What you're feeling is sweat mixed with a special pheromone that
my body is currently pumping out. Once I leave the runt in a pool of
his own blood, I plan to fulfill your needs.... all. night. long!!!!"
Sharon kneed him between the legs, hard in his groin. He gasped
in astonishment and released her, allowing her to stagger back and suck
in a lungful of air as she tried to rub the sweat from her face, succeeding
only in rubbing it in further.
Wolverine crashed into The Fellow from behind, knocking him down
to the ground by the hole where he'd ripped through the roof. The short
mutant grabbed a piece of the concrete debris that had been broken free,
lifted it high, then slammed it hard into the back of The Fellow's head.
With a scream of pain, The Fellow leaped to his feet, throwing
Wolverine off of him and twisting about, his head grabbing the back of
his head. He hissed in pain as the wound in his head healed, the cracked
skull re-stitching itself together.
"YOU FUCKING APE!!!!" he screamed and leaped at Wolverine in a
fury. The former X-Man ducked down and hooked his arm up, the flat of
his palm pressing against The Fellow's stomach and adding his own strength
to his opponents impetus, sending him flying over the side of the building
and careening towards the ground four stories below.
"Quick, honey," snapped Wolverine,"The building next to this one
is owned by Tyger Tyger, get in there and tell whoever is in charge that
Patch sent ya and you've got to see Tyger, he'll take you to her, then
you gotta get her to get every thug and hoodlum at her disposal to get
some kind of weapon and find us," he paused, thinking,"Tell her that
if she has to, call in Tai and his men as well, then meet me where The
Princess Bar used to be."
"What about you?" asked Sharon, looking about for the return
of the seemingly indestructible Fellow, feeling a strange fluttering
in her heart and an odd shortness of breath which she didn't recognize
as her body's response to The Fellow's pheromone.
"I'll hold our friend off as long as I can, you just get to
Tyger Tyger!" snapped Wolverine,"Tell her I'm calling in all my chips!"
Sharon nodded, then turned to the side of the building, looking
far down the four floors,"How do I get down?"
Before she could react, Wolverine pushed her hard in the back
and sent her flying off the side of the building. He knew her training
would kick in and she would try her best to land safely, he also knew
that there was an awning four floors below and a pile of garbage that
she would land in. She might be a little sore, but she'd get over it,
and the stink would probably shield her from The Fellow.
He dropped to his knees by the bag and pulled it open, looking
inside and saying a silent prayer of thanks when he saw what he was
looking for. He pulled the object out of the bag and slid it under his
belt, then threw the energy rifles output into overdrive, past all the
safety limits. Zipping up the bag, he lifted it and hoped his sense of
timing was right as he began to swing the bag about by the harness.
Right on time, The Fellow leaped up from the side of the building
with a roar, his eyes feral and mad. He roared in fury, then in surprise
as the bag hit him directly in the chest, instinctively catching it in
his hands.
"What is th...." he started, and then the rifle exploded, setting
off all the other energy weapons as well and exploding the bullets and
shells in the non-energy weapons. He was thrown back through the air,
spinning and twisting about as he screamed in agony, while Wolverine
grinned almost as ferally as The Fellow had.
Below, in the streets, he heard gasps and cries of panic at the
sound of the explosion. He just grinned, then narrowed his eyes as he
watched The Fellow check his flight and steady himself, he already knew
that his opponent would have healed his wounds and would now be even
angrier, but that he also had time and distance to calm himself and think
of a rational way to attack Wolverine.
"Bring it on, bub!" growled Wolverine, popping his claws from
their metallic housings, remembering that not so long ago they'd been
bone until he'd met the enigmatic Paradox. (**)
The Fellow closed his fists and lowered his arms, raising his
head and breathing the polluted air in deeply before lowering his body
and flying at incredible speed towards Wolverine, smashing into the
Canadian Mutant's body and lifting him into the air, moving him almost a
thousand meters away and knocking him to the roof of another building.
Wolverine slammed along the roof, The Fellow on top of him,
having surprised even the veteran Logan with his speed and strength. He
slammed the back of Logan's head several times against the roof, cracking
and smashing it.
"What now, APE!?!" he cried, slamming Wolverine's face hard
with blow after blow, lefts and rights,"Did you think you could beat
me!?! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?! I AM THE NEW HUMANITY!!!! YOU
ARE THE PAST, I AM THE FUTURE!!!!"
More powerful blows, smashing Wolverine's nose, breaking his
jaw, shattering his collarbone. Once his skeleton had been adamantium
like his claws, but now they were simply bone and easily breakable. (**)
"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?!" screamed The Fellow in a rage,
pummeling the bloody pulp that was Wolverine,"JUST WHO THE FUCK DO YOU
THINK YOU ARE!?!"
Wolverine's claws slammed into The Fellows belly and ripped it
apart, opening a huge hole in his stomach, he grabbed at his belt, then
slammed a fist into The Fellow's belly.
His feet came up and pushed his opponent away as he rolled away
and lifted himself to his feet, gasping and coughing up blood.
"I'm Wolverine!" Logan growled, wiping blood from his mouth,
setting his jaw back into place with a sickening crunch.
"SO FUCKING WHAT!" screamed The Fellow, his belly already healing
over the wound made there for the third time that battle.
"I'm the... COUGH! best there is at what I do," chuckled
Wolverine.
"Not any more you're not, ape," growled The Fellow, his eyes
alight with amusement now.
Wolverine just smiled and held up his fist, claws extended, a
small pin hanging from one of them.
The Fellow's face fell, his eyes widened and his hand grabbed at
his belly, now healed fully over.
"Oh fu....." he started, then the grenade lodged in his stomach
exploded, blowing half his stomach away and most of his arms and neck.
His legs staggered back, parts of him flying everywhere, then he fell
back over the side of the roof and down to the ground below.
Wolverine dropped to his knees and clutched at his broken ribs,
coughing and hacking up blood, but smiling all the same.
"And what I do ain't pretty."
(*) Unfortunate because Ranjamaryam was the name of Madripoor's
former Chancellor, a much liked man murdered 3 years earlier, leading to
many bad taste jokes.)
(**) As portrayed in Herald Of Armageddonm available
upon request from me at : dimitri_resides@yahoo.com
End Wolverine : Evolution 1.
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