[a/n]This story takes place during the X Men Origins Wolverine movie. It tells the story, but through the point of views of the characters including some of my ocs. I don't own any of the copyrighted characters, just my ocs.

Part 1

Recruiting

Carly's POV

I gave a small sigh as Colonel Stryker and I walked down the halls of the military prison. We were there to recruit 2 new members for Team X, apparently 2 brothers, or half brothers, very old and very dangerous. Victor Creed and James Howlett I believe their names were. Apparently they had lived for a very long time. They were almost invincible, with very advanced healing abilities. Apparently, they were also brutal, savage, animalistic killers, with animal senses and tendencies. At least that's what Colonel Stryker had told me anyway. This was my least favorite part of the job, encountering all of the dangerous people. Of course, I'm a dangerous person, too, even though one would never think so by looking at me. But, that's okay. It keeps them guessing. How did I end up in a job like this, you may ask. Well, my parents died in a house fire when I was 9 years old. I barely made it out. Well, technically I guess it was a brush fire, but it did level our house, and everything else in the near vicinity. Colonel Stryker took me in and raised me as his own. You see, I'm a mutant. Not much demand in the adoption agencies for a grief stricken mutant child. I'm now Stryker's assistant, taking care of technical aspects of business and helping him recruit members for our special team, Team X. Strangely, I don't miss my old life very much. It just seems so distant, and I have a good life with Colonel Stryker. I do miss my parents sometimes, but I try not to dwell on that. I try to think about my life now, which is a pretty happy one, I have to say.

"Carly, are you alright?" Stryker's voice broke me from my thoughts.

"Of course, Colonel Stryker. I'm fine. Just thinking." I said, giving him a smile to convince him of it.

"That's my girl." he said, smiling. As they opened the door of the solitary confinement cell, I could make out 2 figures sitting in the darkness. I couldn't see them well at all, but I figured they were the two brothers.

"The warden tells me you faced a firing squad at 800 hours. How'd that go?" Major Stryker asked, removing his sunglasses.

"It tickled." said one of them, who was sitting in a corner of the cell. He had a gruff voice, but it didn't seem quite animalistic or evil.

"My name is Colonel William Stryker. This is my assistant, Carly Chase. You're charged with killing your senior officer."

"Well, apparently we have issues with authority, sir." the other one, who was against the wall petting a rat, said, putting emphasis on the word sir. His voice. There was something about this one's voice that scared the hell out of me. But, at the same time, I found myself feeling something else, too. Curiosity, maybe? Fascination? I don't know. But as scary as his voice was, and it was, something made me find myself wanting to lean in to get a better look at him. I shuddered at that thought, or his voice. I'm not sure which. Maybe a little bit of both.

"Are you boys tired of running? Tired of denying your true nature?" Stryker asked.

The one in the corner spoke again, "Why do you care?"

"Oh, I care. Because I know how valuable you are. I'm putting together a special team with special privelages. So, how would you boys like to really serve your country?"

The brothers looked at each other, the one petting the rat looking to the other, as if waiting for his approval, then the two nodded at Stryker. I just stayed silent for now, still surveying the situation. They stepped out into the light. The first one to step out was the one who had been in the corner, the one with the gruff voice. This one was James Howlett, or Logan as he liked to be called, the younger one, from what I understood. He was somewhat short, but muscular for his height. He was by far not an ugly man, but his face was rough, weathered, from years of war, or years of stress. I wasn't sure which. He had thick, dark hair, and brown eyes. The expression on his face seemed gruff, stern, but it really didn't scream brutal killer to me. There looked as if there could even possibly some sadness in his eyes. The other, the one who had been petting the rat, was Victor Creed. He was the older of the 2, not by much, but still older. He was tall, huge, muscular. He was not ugly either. It's clear good looks must run in the family. They even looked somewhat alike. This one, however, had a completely different expression. He also had brown hair, but he had blue eyes that seemed to pierce through you when he stared. His nails were more like claws, like an animal. When he smiled, he had... fangs? That's right. I remembered now. They were claws. Stryker had told me their powers. What was it he said about the other one? Oh, yeah. He supposedly had 3 claws made of bone that came out from his knuckles. These were an unusual pair, I'd give them that. We made our way back to the van and got in. Victor sat next to me. I shuddered again. I was scared to death, but there was also another feeling I really didn't know. I couldn't really describe it. I'd never felt it before. My heartbeat sped up as Victor's eyes scanned me up and down, gaze eventually seeming to settle... on my chest?

Logan's POV

I sat next to my brother, keeping an eye on him. I saw him eyeing up this poor girl. I knew my brother. I knew how he was.

"What's so special about her?" I asked, trying to understand why this poor kid could possibly be here.

"Carly's power, the power of discharging elecriticity, is extremely powerful, but is also unstable." Stryker explained. I saw the way Victor was looking at her. I knew what he was thinking. I could sense it, but I also just knew him too well.

"Victor." I said, harsh tone in my voice, hoping to deter my brother or at least distract him.

"I was just admiring her uniqueness. She is very special, Jimmy." Victor remarked, "And powerful."

Yeah, right.