Wolverine's Tale
Logan sniffed the cold air, letting it flow through his throat. His sensitive nose picked up the faint scent of another's presence. The Wolf could only guess who it was, hunting a hunter; Sabertooth.
"Come out, come out wherever you are!" Logan teased, pricking his ears up for any sign of movement. All of his senses told him someone was there, but none of them outright confirmed it. He only knew one creature that could almost completely evade him, that creature was much like a brother to him, until they were freed and they split ways, one to the Brotherhood, and the other to the X-Men. If it wasn't Sabertooth, then Wolverine would be in big trouble, because he couldn't afford to fight more than one Wolf-like mutant at the same time.
"Show yourself!" Logan roared again, hoping that whatever was watching him would come out, yet knowing they would not. "Screw it!" Wolverine cursed, jumped on his motorbike, kicked it into life and roared off down the road, watching warily the whole time incase he was attacked.
This whole place was covered in powdery snow, which made it incredibly hard to travel through, or to escape from someone else. The wind didn't make it any better, almost blowing Logan off his bike, despite his strong grip. And, even though the wind was still roaring past him, he somehow managed to hear the sound of an engine coming up behind him. Fast. The Wolf was traveling at the speed limit, so he wouldn't have to contend with the Police anymore than he already had to, but now, he would have to break the barrier of the law. He peered in his rear vision mirrors, noting the army-style painted Humvee. Fortunately Logan knew he could eventually outrun the big grunty machine, but unfortunately they had a fifty caliber machine gun mounted on the top, with a very able looking gunner mounting it. Wolverine watched as the man's finger eased down on the trigger of the massive weapon, and his smile broaden. The wolf did the only thing he could do. He jumped.
Logan soared backwards through the air, his motorbike continuing on alone behind him. He span in the air, unsheathing his claws painfully and then, brought his spinning arms down upon the head of the gunner, slicing it into pieces so easily. In a split second after, the wolf-man dug his claws into the top of the jeep and held on tightly as the driver persisted to try and shake him.
All of a sudden a dozen bullets thundered into Wolverine's chest, causing him to shake uncontrollably. Still, little blood spurted from his chest which came as good news to the frozen X-Man. Wolverine smashed his clawed fist down into the canopy of the Humvee, tearing through the metal as if it was paper.
Logan caught sight of the man who was firing, and gave him a snarl, before grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and hoisting him from the car, where he heaved him out and onto the speeding tarmac. A red streak was the only evidence that the man had ever lived. Wolverine dropped into the Humvee, beside the now bewildered driver.
"Stop the car." Of course, the man complied, quickly bringing the car to a skidding stop. "Who sent you?"
"I'm not going to tell you anything!" The Soldier shouted. Logan quickly grabbed him by the back of his head and thrust his face into the dashboard, and then repeated his question. "Alright, alright! We're working for some guy called Edgar Strong, and he wanted us to take you alive. That's all I know, I promise!"
"Where were you suppose to take me once you caught me?" Logan questioned,
"The docks in West New York, somewhere," he stammered, "Please don't kill me!"
"Get out of the car, and give me your clothes," Logan ordered, his eyes showing no mercy.
Payback is going to be a bitch.