"What happened? Is she okay?" Jennifer said as she came after John into the next room.
As he rested against the cold, uncaring metal of Daken's door John heard a voice from behind him. It was one of Daken's Dark Avengers. Someone who could have been John's ally, maybe even his friend if Daken hadn't gone insane and thrown everything away. All Daken had done, all the torture he had put John through now was absolutely meaningless. Daken didn't understand the notion of family, that sometimes there are bumps in the road but you get over them, you forgive and you make up. John asked Daken to do something in the heat of anger and now his own older brother had sentenced him to death, it figured. John should have expected something like this all along.
When the heat burst towards John's temples he rolled across the floor, the flames instead impacting the metal door Daken was hiding behind so he didn't have to watch his own brother die. Some of the flames ignited the end of John's hood as he jumped to his feet now. He tossed the hoodie to the floor along with his sunglasses, revealing his silver-white machine eyes as they narrowed and he took in Leah.
He was breathing hard now. The time for begging for mercy was done. If John was to die here he'd do it on his feet and he'd go out fighting. He'd always loved fighting, the adrenaline it gave him, the feeling of defeating his enemies.
"You're the animal not me Daken," John shouted as he slowly stepped to the right waiting for Leah to make another move. "Killing you're own younger brother for no reason, doesn't it make sense that I'd have these violent tendencies? I looked up to you! I was trying to keep us together! You're letting her control you Daken! This is what she wanted!" so many emotions were running through John Howlett: anger, betrayal, sadness, and yes ever fear.
"You should have killed me a year ago at Weapon-X and saved me all that worthless torture! In fact you're a coward for hiding in you're room! Come out here and watch me die with your own eyes!" he shouted. He was trying to illicit a response out of his older brother, trying to get him to come out, to do something. If he was to die he wanted it to be in the presence of his family, even if Daken was insane and the reason he was about to die.
If John was going to die here, he'd do it as the son of Logan, as the son of Wolverine. He had no weapons, no hope, but he had to do something. John dove behind a counter to protect him from the flames for a moment and then he began to scream. He concentrated every fiber of his being, ever ounce of self control on his fists. I need my claws... I know they can grow back... please... whoever is up there... let me die with my dignity, let me die as myself and not the shell of who I once was Daken tried to turn me into.
Every muscle in John's body tensed and veins pulsated on his neck as he continued to yell.
SNIKT. Blood spurted from each of John's knuckles as three bone claws tore there way from his fists. He stopped screaming, and instead he began to laugh with joy. They were back, they'd grown back. John hurled himself over the counter now, his organic metal now coating the bone claws as he charged towards Leah with surprising speed and swiped his claws at her chest.
If you try to fight his claws coming back, they've been gone for a long time, he's had plenty of time to grow them back, also see the newest Wolverine movie where they grow back against the Silver Samurai. Also I only ever let them be removed because I trusted Tyler and the plot he said was going to happen and now that he's betrayed me yet again I'd like if my character could die with dignity and how I wanted him to be not all the **** Tyler had done to him for no reason.
Also I'd like a detailed description of the room John is in, furniture, windows, hallways etc.