Prolouge
"Oh, sweetie, it'll be okay," he said, trying to calm his girlfriend. "Your dad said he'd be careful."
"Your not scared? At all?" she asked, pulling away from his embrace to look him in the eyes.
He thought for a moment about what he should tell her. Of course he was scared, he was terrified, but he didn't want to scare her. His eyes softened as he made eye contact, "I'll be fine, I promise. If I do this then maybe your dad will accept me, your brother has finally gotten nicer."
"I know, but I'm still scared." She leaned tight into him again.
"Alright Logan, let's go," Clara's dad called from inside his experimental labratory.
"It'll be fine, Clara. My sweet Clara." Logan leaned in and kissed her. Lightly at first, but then pulled her closer and kissed her harder.
"Logan!" Clara's dad called again.
Logan pulled away, and looked at her caringly once more before stepping through the door. Clara followed after, hesitantly, and sat in the corner of the small room.
Clara's dad, Willaim Stryker, instructed the boy to remove his shirt and get into the tub of green liquid. Logan shivered a bit as the cold of the substance shot up his legs, but got in and laid down, placing his head on the built in headset. Clara wathed nervously. She knew how it was supposed to work.
She knew Logan was a type of mutant who's body would heal itself from merely every wound. The thought of a mutant wasn't new to her; her brother was able to project images or hallucinations into other's minds. She, herself, was also a mutant. She had the ability to turn into animals, all of which were black with lightening bolt streaks down the sides. She didn't feel scared for her boyfriend for this reason, she was scared because her dad hated mutants.
Her dad took a thin needle and injected it into the boy's shoulder and another into his upper thigh. He then walked behind a podium which Clara took to be some sort of control panel. He pushed a button, and Clara saw a silvery, thick liquid run down the tubes. As Logan closed his eyes in preparation, the liquid went through his skin, and into his bloodstream.
Within a minute, burns began working their way from the inside of him out to his skin. Logan began screaming out in pain. "Stop! Father, stop!" Clara yelled, running forward to the side of the tub and looked down at the screaming man. She turned back to her father to see him push another button which made the silver liquid flow faster. "No!" she looked around and saw her brother, Jason. While he was in his newly acquired wheel shair, he was concentrating, hard.
She looked back at Logan. His screams came to a halt, he was gazing right next to her head. "L-Logan..." His face was angry, Clara saw his hand raise. His hands which now had three, five-inch, steak knife-like claws on each hand. He didn't see to know they were there. His hand came down on the air beside her, the claws through were a different story.
Clara fell back on the ground, clutching the whole left side of her face. Logan began screaming again. Clara looked around and found a sharp, metal instrument. She grabbed it and swung it over her head as she lunged at the podium. Bringing it down, she stabbed the metal into the controls. Again, she was sent to the ground, her hands now burned black, and her face still freely bleeding.
Logan couldn't take the burning anymore. He stood up and ripped the needles from his body. He screamed louder once he saw his claws, and then Clara...his Clara, on the ground dangerously hurt, from his claws.
He couldn't stand it. Still screaming, he ran out. Out on the experiment, out on the life he had. He ran out on Clara. The saddest part was, the next day, he wouldn't remember any of his past...
