F.Y.I. I don't own the rights to this, please don't sue.
Twilight Remembrances.
This sundown finds a man who for decades has gone by the name Logan doing what he does best, yet again, and no remembrances of how or why he's doing it. He hadn't too many memories before being found naked and feral in the woods by Heather and James Hudson. He hadn't even known his own real name and past for nearly a hundred years, at least not until the levies of his tortured mind broke and every ugly and heroic thing he was, every title, every action, his very name came rushing forth. Dealing with them has been like trying to catch the raging ocean in a teacup.
Like I said, He's doing what he does best, and has no idea how he got here to do it, but it sure would be a great thing to know as the claw from a half machine woman comes swiping across his face, spraying chunks of blood and gristle on the gray stone wall behind him.
"Now I see your soul in your eyes!" The Asian woman screeches in delight as he comes out of his haze to face her. He must have gone berserker, why, he doesn't know. He still can't think strait as he makes an upper cut to her chin. Why he's holding back, again he doesn't know. Maybe it's because this woman at one time was the love of his life, everything that was important.
"Yuriko!" Logan growls as he throws her into that same gray wall, her metal tainted blood mingling with his. "What do you think you're doing?"
"You attacked me, Logan San!" She howls as her hands extend again, grazing his back, shredding his flesh. "Or should I now call you James, Sama?" She frees herself and does an acrobatic flip to behind him, where he sees Sabretooth applauding.
"I didn't think that trigger scent would work on Ya." Victor says as he lights his cigar. "She said it would, I didn't believe her."
"Your father again, Deathstrike?" Logan says as he poises himself for a brawl.
"No, not my honorable father, but an associate of mine who finds you and your offspring valuable pieces of commodity." She says in her heavily Asian accented voice. "I had hoped you wouldn't come peacefully. I do owe you so very much."
"Your father was far from honorable, Yuri. Just look at you." Logan arrogantly spits out. "And what do you mean, "Offspring?"
"You shall not talk of my father that way!" She says as she rushes him again, the samurai styling of her costume floating in the wind behind her.
She makes contact with her left set of talons as Wolverine catches her right. He heals almost instantly, but she is not as quick to repair when her own hand tears the flesh of her abdomen.
"You should see what you did to your lover in your animal haze." She gasps and starts to laugh. "Do you mind, Victor?"
"Nothing to it." He grins his toothy smile. They glint an eerie orange in the sun's setting glory. "You remember this little girl, don't you? Don't worry, she's still breathing, but I can fix that."
Logan sees his lover's dripping silhouette in Victors arms, pulled from the darkened corner of the room behind him, and three gashes matching Logan's very distinctive claw marks slashed on her body. The blood filling his nostrils like a perfume as her shallow breathing rings in his ears. She's cut, but with intervention, not doomed to death.
"You put her down!" he snarls in demand.
"Come and get her." Victor Creed sneers as he lets her hang by the neck in his closed fist.
Logan doesn't say anything else as he closes the gap between them, his lover's body being thrown to the side with a sickening thud. He gouges Creed's right eye out with one swipe, Creed removes a chunk of muscle from Logan's chest as Lady Deathstrike cut's Logan's throat from behind, leaving crimson stains on his white t-shirt.
Logan releases Creed, grasping his own throat as his healing factor kicks in, as well as Creed's regenerative factor. In moments, Logan can breath and Creed can see as another strike finds Creed in the belly as his intestines spill to the ground.
"You're gonna pay fer that, Punk!" Sabretooth hollers as he tears a hunk of scalp of Logan's head, disposing it next to the coughing body on the ground. "I think I'll take it our on her."
"Creed, no not dare touch that woman!" Yuriko threatens as she cuts Creed's nose off. "She is to vital to our employer."
"Right now, I don't care what our employer does to me. Wasting this sack of garbage is worth it!" Creed bellows as he cracks Logan's face into the quarry stonewall. These walls are all that remain of an old part of Logan's life, a part obscured by years of torment until recently.
"I had a family here." Logan almost absent-mindedly thinks to himself as he tears his bleeding face away from the rock. "I built these walls." He turns around to see Sabretooth vomiting on the floor, trying to regrow parts of him Yuriko sacrificed to save Logan.
"Why did you protect me?" Logan demands.
"Do not think that love resides in my actions, Logan San. You are nothing but money to me. Pick the woman up and come with us of you'll die by my hand." She orders. "And you, get up you pathetic excuse. Our employer shall deal with you."
Part two, later.