The Newest Hot Fanfic (Poolverine)

Chapter 4: ''The Sounds of Silence''

THE HYRDA FACILITY STANDS in the middle of nowhere, an industrial monolith built to house all the world's worst scumbags under one roof. Barbed wire lines the perimeter, turrets sit perched like hawks waiting to strike, and guards patrol every corner, faces twisted with that perfect blend of arrogance and idiocy. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a cold, silver light over the compound.

Perfect.

Wolverine and I sneak through the shadows, our mission clear: infiltrate, retrieve intel, get out. Simple enough, right? Except nothing is simple when you've got me around.

"Alright, let's make this quick," Logan mutters, crouched low behind a stack of crates just outside the loading bay doors. His voice is a rough growl, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the guards patrolling the entrance. I can practically hear the gears turning in his head, already planning out how to cut through them with the least amount of noise and effort.

But where's the fun in that?

I cock my head to the side, watching as two guards exchange a few half-hearted words before wandering off into the gloom. "Quick?" I whisper back. "Quick's boring. Where's your sense of adventure? We're in a Hydra base. It's like Disneyland for people who love stabbing."

Wolverine shoots me a sideways glare, his nostrils flaring like a bull about to charge. "This isn't a game, Wade."

"Oh, but it could be!" I say, popping up from our hiding spot and spinning my katanas in hand, the blades catching the faint glint of moonlight. "Level One: Slaughter the faceless goons. Level Two: Find the evil mastermind. Bonus Level: Annoy the hell out of my partner."

Before Logan can pull me back down, I leap into action, bounding over the crates and straight into the path of two unsuspecting guards. They don't even have time to register what's happening before I'm on them.

"Evening, gentlemen!" I say cheerily, slicing through one guard's chest with a clean, swift motion. 

The second guard stumbles back, eyes wide as he fumbles for his gun. But he's too slow. I bring my other blade down in a quick arc, severing his arm before plunging the steel into his gut. Blood sprays across the concrete, warm and sticky, as the man gasps, falling to the ground in a heap.

Logan's already behind me, claws out, eyes burning with the kind of quiet rage only Wolverine can manage. "Damn it, Wade—"

"Relax, Mr. Frowny Face." I flick the blood off my blades with a dramatic flourish. "I'm just getting started."

The alarm sounds before Logan can chew me out, a blaring wail that cuts through the night like a siren of chaos. Red lights start flashing from every corner of the facility, casting everything in a bloody hue.

"Well, that's our cue!" I grin, already hearing the pounding footsteps of reinforcements heading our way. "Let's dance."

Within seconds, the doors burst open, and a flood of Hydra goons pour out. They're heavily armed, but I've always said—guns are for people who don't know how to have fun.

Logan moves first, his claws slicing through the air with a deadly precision. He's a force of nature, all raw power and brutality. A guard lunges at him, only to get skewered through the chest, blood bubbling from his mouth as Logan rips his claws free. Another tries to flank him, but Logan's faster, spinning on his heel and decapitating the poor bastard with a single swipe.

Meanwhile, I'm doing what I do best—making a mess. I dodge bullets with an exaggerated spin, laughing as I close the gap between me and the next Hydra agent. "Nice shot! But let me show you how it's done."

I hurl one of my katanas through the air, the blade whistling before it embeds itself deep in a guard's neck. The man drops, clutching his throat, gurgling as his life bleeds out of him. I grab another goon by the collar, yanking him close. "You ever get the feeling you're in the wrong profession?"