Year 790, The Interior, Stohess District
"Commander Landon, we got him." Landon stands up and sighs. After 4 years of searching, they finally found him.
"Bring him in to my office," he spoke.
"Yes sir!"
Two soldier haul the man into the room. He blinks rapidly and tries to shield himself from the sudden sunlight.
"Ah, the infamous Wolverine," Landon said.
Wolverine squints trying to make out the features of the man.
"Who are you?" he grunts.
"I'm sorry where are my manners? I'm Commander Landon Price from the Military Police Brigade."
Seeing the handcuffs, Commander Landon raises an eyebrow. "Why is he wearing handcuffs? Take it off him, don't you know that he's an honored guest?"
"Sorry sir!"
The handcuffs dropped to the floor with a clunk and Wolverine massages his wrists. "What do you want?" he growls.
Landon motions him to take a seat and he does.
"You are aware of the titans are you not?" Landon asked while pouring himself a cup of tea.
Eyeing Wolverine, he got up and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from his shelf and hands it to him.
"Its kinda hard to not when they come over and try to ruin your life everyday." he replied after a swig of the liquor.
"So you can kill them, I presume?" Landon inquired.
"Yeah, I kinda have to when you live outside the walls," Wolverine replied. "I'm getting old Price."
The two men sat their for a moment, wondering about the current situation. Landon sipped his tea and sighed.
"Have you noticed the abnormal amount of titan activity lately?"
Both men knew about it and it was getting worse everyday.
"Well, they'll eventually breach wall Maria," Wolverine said grimly.
"Yes which is why we need your DNA, Wolverine. Our scientists aren't even close to reconstructing what they did to you. In a less painful fashion that is. We need the titans exterminated. The Survey Corps are getting wiped out faster than we can replace them! Our only chance is to have your abilities passed on," Landon cried out.
"Yeah, well, I kind of already dealt with enough crap like that to last me a lifetime," Wolverine said grimacing while remembering his own past.
"Look, I'll make you a deal. You can live in Stohess until you die. No more hell, you can drown it out with a lifetime supply of free whiskey as well," Landon pressed.
"Well, if you put it that way, let's do it then and ah, I get to keep the rest of this whiskey right?" Wolverine asked.
"Sure as long as I get a shot of it. That's Jack Daniel's. That brand is hard to come by these days," Landon groaned.
So with that, Wolverine was handed over to the the Military Police's scientists. The sterile lab reminded Wolverine of his horrid experience. A nurse approached with a tray with ten syringes. Wolverine rolled up his shirt sleeve as the scientist dipped a cotton ball in alcohol. She swabbed the vein at the crook of his arm and inserted the first needle into him, drawing exactly hundred milliliters of blood. She waited several minutes and repeated the process five times on each arm. When they finished, she covered the tiny needle holes with bandages. The scientist held a lollipop out to him.
"What am I, a five year old?" Wolverine grumbled but nonetheless, he accepted it. He kicked open the door strolled out of the room sucking on the lollipop.
"Tell Commander Landon I'll be holding him to his promise," he told a guard and walked out of the building smirking.
The extracted doses of blood from Wolverine was soon processed into a injection solution that should change the genetic code of the subject, granted that they didn't die from it. Commander Landon then gathered the ten test subjects and injected each of them with the serum. As if on cue, all of them fell to the ground, a seizure taking hold. One by one, the subjects grew limp until only one of them survived the injection. The scientist studied the panting man critically.
"Commander, with only one survivor the chances of the genes passing down is too remote for it to happen!" the lead scientist pleaded.
"We have no choice. His predecessors are our only hope. Give him and his fiancé the memory loss serum and send them on their way. It's not like we have many options," Landon said grimly.
The survivor along with his fiancé was then injected with the serum that wiped their memory depending on how much was given. They were soon transported back to Shiganshina.
Year 834 Shiganshina District
"Let me in! I must see my grandson!" an elderly man shouted.
"Sir please, your grandson needs rest, especially with his condition," the nurse pleaded. The elder man stopped in his tracks.
"No, don't tell me he has the-" he stammered.
"Yes, I'm sorry. Your son and daughter in law already knows. He has the condition we feared he would have," the nurse whispered.
The elderly man hobbled into the room. His daughter in law was crying and his son was still in shock. The baby's irises were solid black. He stared at his grandson filled with sorrow and grief. The nurse reentered, and knelt next to the man's daughter.
"Ms. Ackerman, please, what is your child's name?" the nurse asked quietly.
"His name." her whisper barely audible. "His name is Drayce, Drayce Ackerman. He has a very strong heart and will. I know it, and so will he when the time comes," She dries her eyes, stops, and looks the nurse in the eye.
"How long does he have," she asked no longer weeping.
"At most, seven or eight years left before his bones completely turn into dark steel," the nurse replies. "You should get some rest, the child birthing really sapped your energy."
"Alright," Mrs. Ackerman replied and she closed her eyes.
The nurse carried Drayce out of the room to the nursery. Once she was sure she was alone the nurse took of her white coat to reveal her Military Police uniform. Slowly but carefully, she rubbed the back of Drayce's hand. It was agonizingly slow but eventually they came out. The woman gasped as three little bone claws started to creep out of little Drayce's hand in between his knuckles. Once they were at their full extent, she started to prod them back in. The claws retracted and the wounds in between Drayce's knuckles began to heal at an alarmingly fast rate.
"So the genes have been passed down," a voice behind the woman said.
She jumped in surprise and turned to see Commander Landon behind her. In the past years, he had grown cruel and heartless after Wolverine's death, something he never recovered from.
"Well Amanda, he has the everything we need?" Landon asked. Amanda nodded, too terrified to speak.
"Where is it happening," he inquired while playing with baby Drayce.
"As far as I can tell only his bones. It'll take around seven to eight years to have his bones be completely metal," she squeaked.
He nodded, seeming satisfied. "Take the baby back to our base for experimenting and give the parents as well the old man the memory serum. You are dismissed Cadet Whitler," Landon said.
Amanda grabbed a syringe along with three bottles of the serum and rushed out of the room to carry out her orders, leaving Landon left with his thoughts.
'Well my friend, after all these years, we can finally finish what we began.'
Amanda rushed through the hall and burst through the door. In there was Mr. and Mrs. Ackerman as well as the man. Amanda felt terrible. They have the right to know about what's going on, right?
"Mr. Ackerman, please, wake up," she said while shaking him.
"Huh?" he snorted.
"Please, you have to run. Commander Landon is here. He's after your baby and you'll be killed if you stay! Take your family and run please," Amanda pleaded.
"Wait, why does he want our baby and why should we trust you?" he snarled. Amanda sighed and began the explanation.
"Forty four years ago, Landon extracted the blood from Wolverine, the most famed titan killer. Knowing that he was dying, Landon attempted to pass on Wolverine's genetic code in hopes of a second Wolverine. He took ten test subjects and injected them with the solution that would alter their genetic code. It was risky and deadly. Only one of the test subjects survived." She paused waiting for this to sink in.
"So what does this have to do with us?" Mr. Ackerman asked.
"Your father is the surviving test subject. The genetic code has taken effect to your son. With his regenerative abilities, inherited from Wolverine's genes, your son will be able to survive the effects of the disease, turning his bones to the indestructible metal known as dark steel. His bone claws, also inherited from Wolverine, will be lethal to titans. In other words, your son is born a titan killer. Landon asked me to wipe your memories but I refuse to do that. So please take your family and run or Landon will kill you if he finds out I disobeyed his orders," she finished.
Knowing the kind of man Landon was, Mr. Ackerman nodded.
"I'll make sure you can visit him in private. I'll take care of him. Please, hurry," Amanda said.
"Alright, I'll explain things to my wife and my old man," he said a lump forming in his throat. "Help me carry my wife out. I have a small plot of farmland where we can live."
They carried the still sleeping wife and her father and put the in the cart waiting outside.
"Good, I'll arrange meeting times for visiting your son. It's the least I can do," Amanda said. "Stay hidden and stay safe, now GO!"
So with that, the family fled to where they would be safe. She watched as the cart slowly disappeared into the night. Amanda smashed the bottles of the memory serum onto the ground, kicking the glass into the vegetation and walked back inside, slamming the door shut behind her.
'I'll protect him. I'll protect the baby. It'll be alright,' she thought, walking to report back to Commander Landon.