Author's Notes: This is going to be a short story and it's mostly going to be about Victor Creed. Yeah you know, origins style Victor XD

Italics = someone is either thinking or dreaming


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1959, Northwest Territories, Canada

"Jimmy…let…me…in…" Victor hissed, sleepily as he banged on the bathroom door in their motel room. All he wanted to do was take a nice hot shower and go to bed since he was beyond exhausted but Logan wouldn't open the door for him.

Victor had just come back from one of the best nights he had had in a long time. He spent his night at the local bar doing what he loved the most in life, drinking, gambling, fighting and fucking.

First, he had drunk until he saw spots but yet he was still able to win two hundred dollars in pool and poker, it was remarkable. The night only got better when the hottest girl in the bar started hitting on him but before he could screw her, he had to fight her boyfriend who happened to be the leader of the some local motorcycle gang here. Victor of course, beat the shit out of the poor sap and to humiliate him even more, Victor stole his nice leather jacket and wore it while he fucked his girlfriend.

So to sum it up, it had been AMAZING night for Victor and he couldn't wait to brag about it to Logan.

But Logan still had not answered him and it was beginning to irritate Victor as he continued knocking at the door. "Open the fuckin' door!"

Only the sound of the running water from the shower was heard.

"Jimmy I swear if you don't-

"You really make me proud, yer know?" Victor suddenly heard a gruff sarcastic voice say behind him. Preposterously, the sound of the voice was very familiar to Victor…almost too familiar.

Victor abruptly turned around to see who said that but no one was behind him. He then took a quick sniff of the motel room but didn't smell anyone either. Victor shook his head and guessed he was just probably hearing things since he was still a little buzzed and tired.

"I'm talkin' to ya boy, you better be listein' or I'll knock yer face in," Victor abruptly heard the same voice say again.

Victor looked around anxiously as he growled, "Whoever ya are, come out!"

No response.

Victor then shuffled around the room as he tried to find the source of the voice but found nothing in every place he looked. He felt chills go up his back because even though, he couldn't find any physical evidence someone was in the room with him, he still felt like someone was watching him.

"Jimmy let me the fuck in or I'm breakin' the door down!" Victor yelled at bathroom door, hoping Jimmy was playing some strange prank.

When there was no response again, Victor rammed his body into the door which broke down easily but when he looked around…no one was even in the bathroom either.

Victor could have sworn Jimmy was in there…he had smelled him and heard the shower running but yet the room was empty and the shower was off.

"Maybe I drank more than I thought…" Victor mumbled, trying to convince himself that there was a logical explanation for everything that was going on. He shook his head again and decided he just needed to sleep the alcohol off. But as soon as Victor walked out of the bathroom towards the beds, he suddenly saw a person standing near the door. And when he saw who it was, Victor felt his heart drop into his stomach.

It was his father…Thomas Logan.

"Miss me, sonny?" Thomas grinned, cruelly. He looked exactly the same from when the last time Victor had saw him. His cruel mean face hadn't aged a day and he still had that shaggy dark hair and mutton chops. He was even wearing the same old dirty work styled clothes that they worn in the 1800's. He EVEN smelled the same and all …which was the scent of dirt, sweat and alcohol.

Victor couldn't even form words as he stared at him. He couldn't believe this…this had to be a dream.

"You're actin' like you just seen a ghost," Thomas chuckled when Victor didn't say anything.

"You are…this isn't possible…" Victor whispered as he backed up. "You're dead….Jimmy killed you!"

"Do ya look dead to yer, stupid?" Thomas sneered, nastily.

Victor said nothing but then grinned when he abruptly slashed Thomas across the chest with his claws. "Well you'll be dead in a second, old man!"

Thomas yelled in anguish as he hit the door.

Victor had always wished he had been the one to kill him instead of Jimmy but maybe now his wish could finally come true. He definitely was going to relish this…

"If yer noticed I'm not a little kid anymore so now I can teach you the meanin' of pain-

But Victor stopped in mid-sentence when he saw his father's wounds heal right before his eyes. Victor just looked at him in horror and disbelief.

"Where did ya think you got yer powers from, boy?" Thomas laughed as he wiped the blood away.

"Shut up! Yer still dead!" Victor roared in rage as he tried to slash him again but this time Thomas unexpectedly grabbed both his wrists and kneed in him in the stomach.

Victor doubled over as he gasped for air; his father was surprisingly strong…

What's happening! Victor frantically thought as he tried to pull away from his father grip. It's like he's superman now or somethin'!

Thomas then began twisting Victor's wrists in his crushing grip and Victor couldn't help but cried out when he felt his bones were about to snap. Though in the last second, Thomas instead kneed him in the face before he threw him to the ground.

Victor tried to get up but felt a heavy booted foot slammed down on his throat, keeping him in place. Victor then suddenly felt his body freeze in….fear?

I'm not scared of this dumb shit! Victor told himself but when he looked into his father's eyes, he paled. Victor was completely and utterly terrified of Thomas and could not deny it anymore.

"No Poppa, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I swear!"Victor then heard himself cry out, pathetically.

What's wrong with my voice? Victor thought, hysterically. That isn't my voice! He then quickly realized, he wasn't even in his own adult body anymore…he had transformed into his fourteen year old self….And after Victor noticed that, he then became aware he wasn't in his motel room anymore, he was back in his oldcabin log house in 1845.

Victor began sobbing uncontrollable when he comprehended that being an adult with Jimmy was actually the real dream. And that his real life consisted of being tormented by his father every single day.

"Shut yer tramp!" Thomas yelled as he stomped down on Victor's face, breaking his nose. "What did I tell you, boy? What did I tell you? You just don't listen, do ya?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" Victor bawled as he shielded his face for another blow. He couldn't even remember what he had done to make his father so angry but he guessed his father was probably just in another drunken rage.

"Oh I'll make you sorry! You hear me?"Thomas growled as he began to take his leather belt off from his jeans. The belt had a large metal buckle and it could easily take off the skin if hit by it hard enough.

Victor's eyes widen in fear as he tried to scramble away but couldn't since Thomas was holding him down. "No Poppa please! … AAOWWW-


"NOO!" Victor screamed, loudly as he woke up with a violent jerk.

"What the fuck?" Logan yelled at him as he swerved the car into a ditch. Luckily though, it was a small ditch and he would be able to get out of.

But Victor's suddenly outburst had completely caught Logan off guard and frankly scared him. But then Logan suddenly got angry when he realized Victor was probably done that on purpose because a second ago, he was peacefully sleeping in the passenger seat.

"Don't fuckin' do that!" Logan growled as he backed the car out of the ditch, irritably.

Victor ignored him as he rubbed his eyes. He was so glad and relieved that whole thing was just a dream but yet he felt disgusted by himself that he had let it scare him so much.

"Can we stop off somewhere?" Victor finally mumbled as Logan continued staring at him for some form of an explanation.

Logan's expression softened when he saw something had really upset Victor and nodded, "Uh yeah sure."

Victor leaned against the window as he watched the Canadian scenery go by but all he could think about was that horrible nightmare.

Logan continued staring at him but then asked, carefully, "Is somethin' wrong-

"Stuff it, Jimmy."

Logan said nothing but when he tried to put the radio on, Victor slapped his hand, leaving a scratch mark on it.

God, he's so annoying when he gets in his moods, Logan gritted as he gripped the steering wheel. He makes these road trips so unbearable at times…

Logan and Victor were on another one of their road trips which they would travel around not going anywhere specifically. They would just go where ever the wind blew them, hoping to find something interesting to do. They both found it so boring when a war wasn't going on so they tried to think of ways to keep themselves busy and doing a road trip was one of them. If they weren't doing this then they probably be getting themselves in trouble. Victor was, of course more of the "troublemaker" but Logan was no angel either. He actually "kind of" stole the car that they were currently driving in which was a red'59 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz. And boy was Logan glad he stole it since it was a hot car.

When a gas station finally came up on the side of the road, Logan pulled into it but before he could even stop the car, Victor jumped out of the car and went straight to the bathroom that was on the side of the tiny gas station.

What the fuck is his problem? Logan thought as he parked the car next to the pumps. He found Victor so hard to understand sometimes.

When Victor got into the bathroom, he put the sink on full blast and he began washing his face. But when he looked up into the mirror, he saw his father's face smiling back at him.

Victor jumped away and rubbed his eyes frantically and when he looked back into the mirror, he only saw himself…looking fearful.

Victor's face turned red in rage as he fiercely punched the mirror, shattering it completely. "I'm not scared of you!" He then began panting angrily as he tried to calm himself down but he couldn't. He was just so angry at himself for ever fearing that stupid man and now it seemed like his dreams were mocking him for it. He wanted to know how to get rid of his stupid childhood fears! That man meant nothing to him now and he could easily rip him apart if he was still alive.

Victor then decided to punch another mirror just for the hell of it before exiting the bathroom and going back to the car. He pulled out the gas pump Logan had put in after it was done filling the car up and then he sat back down in the passenger seat.

Victor knew he needed to distract his mind and wandered if there was anything to do in this small town. What he really wanted to do though, was go back to the city and maybe get a job being a hitman or something. That would definitely be more exciting than what they were doing now…which was nothing!

When Logan finally came back from the gas station, he looked way too happy for Victor's taste…

"Hey do you know where we are?" Logan asked, cheerfully as he held on to something. He was so blissful Victor suddenly had the urge to punch him in the face.

"No."

"We're like ten miles away from home!"

"Home?" Victor repeated with distaste in his mouth.

"You know… the manor. The Howlett Manor."

Victor said nothing. Not once in his life had he ever consider that place home…and he thought Jimmy didn't either but apparently he did…?

"Did you know it has been turned in educational tourist attraction now?" Logan said, holding up a brochure he had gotten from the gas station. "It says some other rich families lived in it after us but the last heir to it in 1953 donated to Canadian park services. So now it's basically a museum and I thought we should go to it. Let's go when it's closed so no-

"What the fuck do you mean we should go to it?" Victor snapped, harshly. "There is nothing but fucked up memories there. Why the hell would you want to go back to it?"

"Oh I don't know…" Logan muttered with all happiness gone. "I just wanted to see what happened to it…"

Victor looked away. He had forgotten that the runt had a perfect little life there and never had to experience what he had to go through so he guessed he could understand why Jimmy thought it was "home."

"I mean it's not like we're doing anythin' and we don't even have go inside of it," Logan casually mentioned. "We can just drive by it-

"Fine Jimmy!" Victor barked, loudly. "We can fuckin' go!"

Logan immediately got happy again as started the car up and drove out the gas station, fast.

Victor grimaced to himself as he stared out the window. He had no idea why he agreed to go because that manor was the last place on earth he wanted to be at right now…


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Sorry if I confused you guys with the first part but I was trying to make it seem like it wasn't a dream at first and then I put the Italics in the end of it so you guys would know (or guess) it was a dream…

Does my logical make sense?

But anyway what did you guys think? Please review XD