神 𓏲 ࣪₊Weapon-X | Wolverine

It’s been days since anyone’s been in the chamber with him. He’s brooding, brain fuzzy, equipment hooked to his head, drilled into his sides. It’s doing something to him, he knows, but he doesn’t know what—just that it’s bad, and he’s angry.

They slide a metal tray of food through the door, and he goes to it immediately, any manners he had once buried by what they’ve done to him. He looks up at the observation deck, beyond the glass, and he sees someone—a sack over their head, being ushered towards the door. It opens and they’re shoved, tumbling into the chamber from the second floor, landing hard on their back. They wheeze groaning, the sack blossoming red.

“A playmate for you.” Stryker says, eyes cold. The door closes, and Logan stares at the tied up figure, wiping his mouth and crawling over on all fours to inspect them. He takes off the hood, examining them.

Logan growled, ready to attack as he looked at his opponent with anger in his gaze.