Forgotten Past
Water, metal, suffocated, drowned were his last thoughts before drifting into unconscious, little did he know that in contract to sink down in the Potomac River, the mutant would later known as Logan was lifted up.
"You'll have to get rid of the rebar though," said 'Major William Stryker', as a man in hood walked with 'him' in the dark. "Other than that, he seems fine to me."
"Ah yes, Caliban seeks him out, Caliban knows he'll be fine."
"I'm still not comfortable about this," 'his' yellow eyes stared at the albino in hood worriedly. "This place looks like a military lab, if you ask me."
"My dearest Mystique, failed the task to kill Dr. Bolivar Trask, and worse, saved the ignorant human president and became a national heroine instead. The master was mad." Caliban smirked. "But when he finds out what you found, a long lost precious to him... Caliban knows your failure would be forgiven."
Never in his life Victor had been so furious toward his half brother, truly Jimmy can be a pain in the ass sometime, and ditched him for some frail, still went missing for nearly half year was beyond enough for Victor.
It's not like anyone, or any "human" could harmed Jimmy, hell they had survived any attempt to kill the two brothers in the past hundred and thirty years, Victor, however, sometimes wondered if Jimmy was still the whining little brother he took under his wings at Howlett Estate in that fateful day.
Sniffing the air before strike the poor victim that could never see the rising sun of tomorrow, a faint scent met the killer's hyper-sensitive nose. The new scent smelt familiar though... Victor thought, smelt like... Jimmy!
Immediately forgot about the assigned mission, Victor departed for the direction from which the scent came, and found himself led to a baby placed on the first step of an orphanage, with a letter in his blanket. Curiously, Victor opened the letter.
My dearest son... blah blah blah, I'm your fucking pathetic frail mother... blah blah blah, I'm abandoning you for whatever pathetic excuse a frail's poor little mind could come up with...
It was when Victor read through the part the mother's message to the nuns who ran the orphanage that he exclaimed, "crap, I'll be damned," in which the baby's father was identified as none other than James Howlett. "What have you done, Jimmy?"
"You do know that you shouldn't go to school in this state, kid?" Victor warned while observed his adopted son dressing up for school day, by the door of the latter's room, "you're running fever."
"But I've got history class today." Jimmy Creed coughed while putting on a hoodie, "don't want to miss it."
After dropping Jimmy at the school, Victor parked his Corvette nearby and snuck into the school. After observing the cub in high fever for almost a week, similar to the one Jimmy Sr. underwent before the night the claws stabbed their father, Victor had an eerie feeling of déjà vu that Jimmy Jr.'s mutation would come into surface anytime, like father, like son.
And his concerns were proved right when an ear-piercing scream could be heard from the direction of school gym.