Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Background Check!
Wolverine (Logan)'s Point of View:
So, we all know how the story goes here when it comes to my perfect natural born existed life. When I was a boy, my brother and I had grown up without parents after we accidentally, brutally killed them. I went into the military of World War 1 and 2, when we realized what we had become, mutants. A mutant is a genetic form of a human who goes during the teenage stage with weird gifted abilities. Instead of worrying about puberty like most boys, I had more to worry about such as my finger bones coming out between the middle of my knuckles on display for all to see whenever I get pissed enough.
At one point after the two main wars, I was asked to sign up for an experiment, it was right after the dreadful accident where my wife was murdered by Victor, and I aimed to get even with him. So I ergo went through this procedure where they were able to submerge me inside a water tank, where my bones constructed all of my DNA into metal. When I woke up however, I realized that the people who I thought I could rely on, I couldn't do that anymore. I can't trust no one in this hell-hole, so with a bad temper, and metal claws that could slice through almost anything. Well, I escaped somehow and ran off into the god forsaken woods.
The guy who did the experiment before I left had wanted me to work for him, which is why I sort of flipped a gasket, and the main reason I went all bat-shît crazy, and took off. I also didn't like being in small areas, that lab was pretty small to me. Yeah bub, it wasn't big enough space for me. My so-called reaction to where I am currently running for my life, sort of brought me back to the past tense of only three hours ago.
~~Three Hours Ago~~
My silver, metal claws extended when they told me what I would be doing, who I was ordered to follow, and all the crap in-between. I broke the barrier glass that surrounded the tank as I sat up, gasping for breath. The water splashed against my face, I swiped the water from my eyes, as I got up, completely naked from the neck down but didn't care. I climbed out of the tank, or what was left of it. Hurrying towards the exit sign where the only door was visible, I heard soft mumblings but with enhanced hearing now, I was able to make out what he said. "I have a micro chip in your brain, Weapon X. You can't ever leave." The evil scientist mumbled softly. I call him an evil scientist because he'd gone from being nice, to becoming a real dick-head.
I curled back my upper lip, a roar escaping from my mouth. I did sound more animalistic than ever before. Standing off in a corner was the man I hated with a passion. He called himself, Sabertooth, which bypassed me completely. Straightening up, he moved with the reflexes of a mountain lion and attacked. Swinging a fist towards me, I blocked it as we began to throw punches and claw marks at each other. "I'll get out of here someday, and I'll come back for the both of you!" I snarled, shoving Sabertooth away from me so I could have some space. The evil scientist, by the name of, Mr. Don Swayne looked at me, and then gestured for me to leave.
"Begone; I have no use for you....Now. Perhaps in time." I growled, and crouched down, getting ready to pounce but Sabertooth growled at me. I stood up, my black blue hair, getting in the way. I squinted my black eyes at Dr. Don Swayne. He was bald with crooked yellow teeth, and wore on yellow goggles for eye protection. Sabertooth stood beside him protectively, growling furiously. I narrowed my eyes, and turned my back on them. "Don't worry Logan," Sabertooth began harshly. I snapped back around to face him. "You'll be able to come home sooner than you think." Snarling, I pounced on him, and we began to fight again. He roared at me, holding up a hand where his bone finger nails etched out probably ready to tear my face off most likely. I snarled back, and felt my metal claws extend.
His long blond hair past his shoulders I tugged on, making his protest even more angrier. His dark brown eyes searching mine when Dr. Swayne said, "Enough!" I immediately bucked off the mad mutant before we could really begin to brawl. "Begone, Weapon X. We shall see you soon." I snarled and went to lunge for him, but stopped when I noticed a little girl standing a few feet away, tucked in a corner. Not cowering in fear or fright at the sight of me. More like, looking at me curiously. I growled loudly, and Dr. Swayne pointed to the door. I grumbled but got the heck out of that place!
~~Three Hours Later~~
So you see bub, life hasn't always been great for me. I eventually find myself out in the woods, as I hide out, hoping to God they wont find me. Acting like a savage I know, but I had nowhere else to go, where'd you expect me to run? That place was in a mountain itself, leaving me defenseless, with no home what so ever. I snarled, and with rage clawed up many trees. In the last minutes, I'd learned to use my claws wisely, I wasn't as angry as I had been when I exploded the tank but of being a monster now...after a while you begin to ignore the feelings, but they still lingered now matter how many times you avoided the conversation in your mind it wouldn't go away. The emotions that taught you what you were to begin with.
~~Three Months Later~~
After the first couple of months I was out, walking around in the woods when I smelled something different. I snarled, and sniffed the air again hoping I wasn't going to run into who I think it was. Extending my claws, I moved off towards the thickets determined to locate the smell. When I did, I stopped near the clearing upon seeing a helicopter that was circling high in the sky, and began to land on a cliff, a little a ways near where I stood at the ready near an old tree. The door opened and a ramp slowly eased out. I waited a few seconds and just when I was about to make my move, when I saw a man in a wheel chair, slowly roll down the ramp.
"Humph." I snorted. What was a man in a wheel chair doing out here? I hadn't seen any humans around since early spring for hunting and fishing. I snarled when I felt something brush up against my brain. What the...? I dropped to the ground, the pain was intense. It felt like someone or somebody was probing my mind. I blinked and pushed them out. I heard a loud gasp and suddenly before I could even stand up, the man in the wheel chair was staring down at me. I snarled and went to attack. But...something stopped me. Curiosity as you would say killed the cat.
"Hello, my name is Charles Xavier." He held out his hand. I sniffed it just to make sure that he was okay, seeing that he was, I retracted my claws, and shook his hand. Charles smiled, "What are you doing here?" I asked, standing up and towering over him. His head lifted up so our eyes met. "You're not supposed to be here." I said with a gruff tone added to my voice. "I could've asked you the same thing. But....I won't. Unless you are willing to tell your story to me? Anyways, I have an institute, where I will be teaching adults and children alike, with special gifts and putting them to good use. I understand that you worked in the military for several years?" He asked, looking at me, he folded his hands in his laps, he had a twang of a British accent.
I raised an eyebrow, "Um...I did. I don't wanna talk bout it bub." I stated simply. "Very well." Charles said simply. "I was in the neighborhood--" I interrupted him, "Just get on with it Charles." I warned. He raised a black eyebrow, his bald head glowing from the sunlight. His black eyes watching mine. "I know that you came here to speak. So talk." I grumbled. "Very well. How would you feel about coming back with me, to the institute?" I simply just stood there. I was never offered into a loving home and I doubt that Charles Xavier could do that. I thought for a second. "I need time to think Charles." I stated. Charles nodded his head, "Very well, when you decide. Here. You'll know where to find me." Charles handed me a card and a number was scratched on it.
I looked down at him and nodded my head. I turned my back on him and ran into the forest. I heard the blades on the chopper before smelling that he was gone. Good, maybe now I could actually think. I sauntered back into the woods, knowing fully well that what Charles Xavier wanted of me, he couldn't have. I was 'Weapon X' and I always would be.
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