He didn't even remember moving. He was just suddenly on her, taking in her smells, hiding his face in the flesh of her neck. Wishing she could just take over now. Then he heard more movement behind her, causing him to spring into action.
He spun her around and took a fighting stance in front of her, facing the lands he leveled once before with his winds.
Just in time to see the others.
Just in time to begin losing his mind.
Maybe he accidentally ate a rare hallucinogenic jungle flower. But that wasn't right, because Gabbie reacted beside Laura as if she was seeing the same thing.
"…..Dad?"
"CLAWDADDY!"
Laura put a hand on Bronte's shoulder.
He didn't loosen up even as the man hobbled over on all fours like a wild animal and stood up to Bronte.
He was short.
Almost comically short.
At six foot, Bronte had faced off against a Sasquatch, Werewolf, Wendigo, primordial dark god and blob. All of which made him feel incredibly small. But standing next to the man standing before him was something else.
He was barely five feet.
And still, Bronte began to sweat.
He was barely human looking.
More like an animal in human skin. And the skin was thin as paper.
He wore nothing but a loin cloth. Dense long body hair covered him like armor, thickening at the shoulders, chest, forearms and back. He was dense. Muscles tight and ready to burst into action. He wore a cloth mask covering the top half of his face. It wasn't the suit Bronte saw him in when he read his files, but it was reminiscent. Only, more primal.
The two scented eachother. As if they even needed to.
There he was. There he'd been.
In the savage land.
The Wolverine was alive and well.
"I….. I guess you don't know me. My names Bronte. Before I was born, you chose the name James…. James Munroe."
Wolverine sniffed Bronte again before grunting and shoving him aside. He approached Gabbie who looked ready to faint as she held Laura's hand.
Laura huffed like an animal and held Gabbie close.
Wolverine huffed in reply and lifted some of Gabbie's dark curly hair, sniffing it once before dropping back to all fours.
Brontë looked at Laura.
She shook her head and flicked her chin to the rest of the group behind him. The ones who'd entered with Wolverine.
One of which was a woman with glowing eyes. She was beautiful. Spotless sunkissed skin, blonde hair all the way down to her hips. She wore tiger furs around her breast and in a skirt at her hips. In her hands she held two short spears. Tribal tattoos telling a dark story of violence and vengeance lined her arms.
Beside her a much younger woman who looked like her only with black hair with streaks of blonde and more muscle stood. She had claws and wore a necklace made of some predators teeth. At her hip, a sabertoothed cat the size of a bear sat obediently.
Brontë raised his head to scent her.
She smelled like berries, blood and wolf fur. Nothing to raise any alarms and still all of his alarms went off as he watched her watch him.
Laura took his hand as Wolverine began checking over everyone behind him.
"Bronte, Gabbie, a lot has happened here, and there's a lot you still don't understand, but I'd like you to meet Rien. She's our sister….."
"Oh my god— there's more?!"
"Let's go back to camp, there's much to discuss."
"YAY! Party at the furballs place!" The man wearing the red scaled mask cheered.
Wolverine roared and pounced on him, soaring over the cavemen praising him like a god gone mad.
He landed on the man in a flurry of claws and fangs, stabbing and ripping him apart as he screamed, "WAAADE!!" In unintelligible English.
Brontë moved to stop him only for Laura to grab him. He could barely hear her as the cavemen hooted and hollered in fear.
"He's fine. He'll put himself back together. He heals even better than us in some ways." Laura took them all away.
Brontë had to pinch himself twice before he could walk normally with Junior and Ilyana.
***
They hiked for an hour.
It wasn't as silent or awkward as he thought it'd be thanks to the masked man and his apes he called The Hairy-Ass Squadron.
Eventually, they reached a hill topped by a massive stone cave. The climb was easy, everyone had super powers or lived a life in the wild since birth.
Well, except Junior. But he was a mutant and powered by a magical Symbiote so it was fine.
The cave was beautiful.
Arcane symbols glowed in the dark like flat lamps. Rivers rushed inside, bringing forth smells of ocean salt and roasted fish. Corridors cut into existence snaked through the stone giant like veins.
Pelt rugs marked the size and distance of rooms and specified areas.
Once inside, Wolverine rushed in front of everyone and sat at his campfire, directly beneath a hole in the cave that exposed the afternoon sky.
He pulled the dead rodent off his shoulder and began eating it.
Everyone sat around the fire then.
Watching.
He was one of the most well known and beloved heroes of all time.
Reduced to a wild animal.
"What happened to him?"
"The same thing that almost happened to you." Laura replied from beside Wolverine.
Gabbie also took a seat beside him. He grunted at her presence, seemingly not feeling one way or the other about it. She was too in awe to notice.
"What do you mean?" Bronte replied, trying not to lose focus as his sister, Rien sat beside him and began lifting and smelling his dreads.
"Romulus—"
Wolverine burst to his feet and popped his claws. At the same time he keeled over in pain. The body hair covering him spread and grew thicker until he was literally covered in fur. His heels extended, his body lengthened—
The woman who must've been Rien's mother had started to sing.
An old and sad sound that was equally as calming. Half of the cavemen hobbling around inside dropped, suddenly sleeping deeply.
Wolverine calmed. Slowly returning to his more human form.
Laura bowed to the woman, "Lo siento… I forgot."
The woman nodded in understanding before getting up and carrying Logan away to his hammock at the back of the cave.
Brontë suddenly remembered. Romulus literally said it.
"Like your father, relegated to a beast in the savage lands."
"It was that ability he had…. It's what gave me these." Bronte popped the claw at his elbow and knee.
Rien jumped at the sight of them. But she didn't leave Bronte's side.
"My bad." Bronte said and put them away.
Laura nodded, "As a feral-mutant god of sorts…. That man was able to influence our x-gene. He could strengthen it— or just further it along— make it more dominant, I don't really know. But yes, what he did to you, he also did to Logan. Only it was worse for him. It turned him into that. I've been here a few months, following a lead. He hasn't spoken any real words since. He's an animal in human skin…. And as you saw, that's not always the case."
"Does he… remember?" Gabbie asked.
"He has triggers. But otherwise, I don't think he has the details. Just flashes. Nightmares. On full moons he has to sleep in a cage. The last time he didn't, we fought for two whole days. Then I spent the next day trying to find my arms." Laura said.
"You still haven't thanked me for that, clawmommy." The masked man chimed in.
"Because you tried to sell them to the Cat-People, puto." Laura spat.
"Hey, man! I was going through a rough patch. Do you know how rare manicured hands are in a place like this? I was practically smuggling fine art!"
"Smuggle yourself the hell out of here."
"Why would I do that? The readers still aren't entirely sure who I am, the pacing of this is dogshit!"
"The what?" Gabbie questioned.
"Don't ask." Laura sighed, "He's schizophrenic."
The cavemen growled.
"I trained my hairy-ass squadron to kill people who make ableist comments about me, I'm an antibullying campaigns wettest dream."
"Train them to bathe next." Gabbie said.
"You cute little rascal, why would I do that when I need our enemies to smell us coming. It's part of our motif— OH! Speaking of motif, I've figured out how to introduce myself!" The man flipped over his cavemen and landed in the campfire.
"Ouch! OH GOD THE BURNING PAIN—." He stepped out of the fire.
"Just kidding." He stepped back into the fire.
Laura's face fell into her hands.
"Ladies and beastly-men! I don't remember much, but I do know I was once a mercenary with a mouth that never stopped— GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER HAIRY-ASS TWO."
The giggling caveman quieted.
The man continued, "I should've never taught him sexual euphemisms. Can't even have quality conversation these days, anyway let's get back to talking about enslavement, human experimentation and displacement."
"Right…." Bronte said.
"The creator of this world must not have read enough of the source material because all of YOU should've met me already. I'm an essential piece! I should've been spoken about when whoever made this shit was in his or her mommies crusty basement trying to play marvel hotshot PRODUCER!"
"Wade."
"That's not what you call me anymore." The man interrupted and struck a pose with his bone swords, "From this point forward….. I am, Savagepool."
Laura looked to Ilyana.
"Finally."
Ilyana opened a portal behind Savagepool.
Laura kicked him through it casually.
As soon as he was gone, the cavemen went alert.
Rien whistled and her sabertoothed cat charged the cavemen.
They fled the cave screaming bloody murder and firing their high powered guns into the sky.
"Good looks." Bronte said to Rien and shook up with her.
As soon as their hands touched, a pulse wave of magic rippled through the cave.
Bronte's Storm-state activated.
Rien's hair turned to black and gold flames and her eyes ignited.
"Oh this….. again."
Well, WOLVERINE LIVES. so too does Deadpool, though he’s different.
so too is Rien, who some of you more intense wolverine fans might know of. you’ll find she’s a bit different here. just like I did with Raze, I had to alter their origins so they could all fit in the same universe. though much of her will be like the comics in terms of lore and natural enemies. it’s gonna get wild, but y’all already knew that.
I feel like Deadpool is a high risk addition since as a writer I can make him cringe very easily. especially since I’m not a comedy writer, but I’ll try my best as usual and hope you can all enjoy. leave any comments or questions below and I’ll get to them. have a great day!
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