Undesignated Place, Undesignated Time
Inside a large factory, bodies were strewn all over the floor. All over the ground, piles of shredded metals and bloody, dead humans adorned the pipes and walls at the wreck of what used to be an entrance way.
One of the soldiers crawled towards a wall to lean on. He had hoped to call for backup before he bled out. Suddenly, a dark shape flew on top of him. Three battle worn metal claws protruded from each hand, and the dark figure took full advantage of these weapons.
My name is Logan. I used to be Wolverine, but not anymore. I'm the best I am at what I do.
He lifted the soldier up to shoulder length and stabbed him. A horrified look crossed the man's eyes, before the other stabbed him thrice more. His movements were quick, but deliberate. He made sure to stab the vital parts, before throwing the soldier onto the ground. He turned around and stared down onto his prey.
At least, that's what the people who are still alive after I'm done doing it say. And to think this day started off easy. I haven't had an easy day in five flamin' years, and now they have to ruin it? Not if I got anything to say about it.
Logan was a fairly large man, about in his forties. He wore a black leather jacket without sleeves that had a big yellow 'X' on the front and the back. He also wore blue jeans with many tears in them. His hair was wild, much like the head of a wolf.
He saw more soldiers coming and dashed behind a wall. The soldiers wore black swat armor, with small pink chips attached to their necks. Logan didn't know why they were there, he didn't care. He scraped on the brick wall, ever so slightly so he didn't cut through the brick. As predicted, one of the soldiers moved closer to the wall. "I think I heard something…" The man had started, but Logan burst through the wall.
Like a human missile, he flew straight through one of the robots, his claws tearing the mechanical flesh. The others tried to hide their fear, firing their high powered machine guns to rip flesh from bone. Logan fell over, his body like Swiss cheese. The others ran over and poked the body. It didn't move.
"We toasted his ass!" They shouted, but they weren't left with much time to celebrate. Logan rose up and cracked his knuckles. His face was already healing, due to his mutant powers. "Ugh, that's going to leave a mark." He said, before smiling sardonically. "For about five more seconds."
The soldiers were now truly afraid, firing wildly to cut down the man they thought they had killed. "Amateurs." Logan thought, leapt at the closest one and stabbed him with both claws. By then, his jacket was starting to tear apart and jeans fill with bullet holes. "This was my last one." He snarled, turning to the other one. He forcefully stabbed him with one claw and then the other. He then reared his head back, and delivered a crushing head butt.
He retracted his claws to clean off the blood, but didn't get much of a chance to relax as more soldiers came. He leapt on one and knocked him through a steel guardrail, before smashing him into the concrete of the floor below. Although he knew the man was likely dead, he stabbed him through the head with his claws. "Two more."
He thought, before under the floor he had crashed through. "Dave? Hello? This isn't good at all." One of them said, nervously. One of them headed that way. Logan performed a vertical leap and pushed his claws through the man's feet. "Aghhhhh!" He yelled before Logan put a claw through the back of his head.
I don't remember much about my life before the war, except the X-men. But I do know I've got claws, and they aren't used for arts and crafts.
The last one shot Logan in the back of the head with a shotgun. Logan turned around and stabbed the man straight through his head. Logan's skull showed through his face, a glowing sheen of unbreakable metal.
My whole life has been a fight. And I'm still standin…
