A/N: OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH! FOUR UPLOADS IN ONE DAY! I'M SO EXCITED!
...Ahem. Anyway. This is a drabble about a certain X-Men ;) I wasn't sure what category to put it under, as it was just made for X-Men in general, not any particular movie or TV show, but it was written after I watched X-Men Origins: Wolverine, so I decided I'd do it under movies. ...I guess that explanation was kind of uneccessary, but whatever. Hope you enjoy the drabble anyway. It's kind of corny...and it's my first draft...but read anyway :)
He was an animal, and that was the end of it.
They told him otherwise, and they believed it, and maybe if one were to search deep enough there would be a sliver of truth in that statement. But ultimately, he was an animal, a beast, a monster, and there wasn't much he could do about it.
That wasn't really the thing that was bothering him, though.
He knew he was an animal, and he knew that would never change. That didn't bother him. The thing that bothered him was the simple fact that everyone he had ever grown close to believed he could change. They believed he could make himself a better person, a better mutant.
He had tried, of course, for their sakes as well as his. He didn't want to hurt anyone he cared about anymore, but knowing his true nature, he understood that a change that big would take time, if it even happened at all.
He knew he would always be an animal, but he also knew that he was not a quitter. He was a fighter, and he would keep fighting, even though he knew it wouldn't change anything. He would fight because it was the right thing to do. He would fight because, if he didn't, he would become a coward, a failure. He was neither of these. So he would fight the animal, or die trying.
He was an animal. He was a fighter. He was a mutant, and proud.
He was the Wolverine. And the Wolverine never quit.
A/N: So...wil you review? Please please please? I need feedback!