From 9339141K@student.gla.ac.ukWed Feb 7 19:21:24 1996 Date: Mon, 5 Feb 1996 14:15:41 BST From: Marysia <9339141K@student.gla.ac.uk> Reply to: x-writers@minuteman.com To: x-writers@minuteman.com Subject: Wolverine #97 All characters copyright to Marvel Comics. X-Writers is an e-mail fan-fiction group and makes no profit from this endevour. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Wolverine #97 by JAC Delaney Adamantium Bound (4 of 7). (Author's note: Yes, this title is silly. No, I won't change it) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Wolverine melted into the darkness surrounding Magneto's camp. He was as close to his limit as he had ever been, having taken major hits from both Exodus and Magneto. But it was not his wounds that were bothering him, he couldn't clear the vision of a red-head from his mind. There had only been three women Wolverine had ever truly loved, and two of them were dead now. The third had just tried to assist one of his deadliest enemies in killing him. She had been screaming, he could tell. The tent had stunk with her fear and pain. So what had Magneto done to her to pervert her like this? He cursed to himself, he had a chance to kill Magneto once and while sorely tempted he had refrained from finishing him (author's note: way back in X-Men #3). That was not a mistake Wolverine planned to repeat. Behind him he could hear shouts, he recognised the voice as Barbarus, a savage land mutate he had fought before. He was in no shape to go toe to toe with him or anyone else. But he had an advantage that they didn't, he knew where Nereel's pickets were. He smiled, as eager as they were they could easily be led into an ambush. Something had tainted them, driven their bloodlust to a fever pitch and blocked out their ability to think. Their tough luck! Main Rogue woke slowly. She felt dizzy and disoriented from her encounter with Cyber. She was unsure how much time had passed but the poison that Cyber had dosed her with seemed to be slowly wearing off. She shakely stood in the close confines of the tent. The professor was still there, his face was a pallid mask as if in death. She heard a choking sound beside her. The Acolyte Scanner was there, coughing and choking up blood. It was silly to have even bothered to carry her here, but then what was the use of being an X-man if you didn't believe in hope (rest of file was corrupted)