Just keep running.
Don't look back.
Logan had never stopped running.
From the moment he woke up on a destroyed nuclear plant with no memory, rejected help from someone who claimed to know him, saw that dead woman's body, felt like he'd known her yet not, he'd never stopped.
He'd never looked back either.
Not until he picked up a stray in Laughlin City, and he looked back, wondering why the girl had chosen him to hitch a ride with, out of everyone she could have chosen.
Years later, he would ask a young woman with a white streak in her hair just that, and her answer would be because she knew he was a good man, if just a little rough around the edges.
He hadn't looked back until he met the eyes of the man-animal that attacked him and the girl – Marie, Rogue. Until he'd looked and seen and that voice in his head, that childish voice, the voice of someone being brave had echoed around in his head.
We have to be hard now, so nothing can ever touch us. Can you do that little brother?
The emotions the words had brought with them had made him slow, and he'd known darkness afterwards, punctuated with flashes of a man with fangs for teeth, them drinking, fighting, of a boy holding his hand and running with him.
Just keep running.
Don't look back.
He had, and he hadn't looked back.
Until he met Marie.
Until he joined the X-Men.
Until he loved Ororo.
Just keep running.
Don't look back.
Until he stopped, and he did.
Not too happy with how this turned out, but I needed to write it. Please, review! Tell me what you think. NO FLAMES! (I have no marsh mellows to use up)