A life reunited

Being a 200 year old mutant has its draw backs. Having the idea of living a perfect American dream style life is chucked out the window almost immediately after finding out. Little girls always plan their dream wedding before they have even met the right guy. Dreaming about falling in love, having a large big white wedding and living happily ever after. But in reality life is not like that. You have to work hard to achieve your goals. You have to protect your family, you friends. You can never ever show weakness.

I learnt that lesson the hard way. I remember lying in a large bed at the beginning of the 18th century. I wasn't very well. My body clammy and sweaty as the bacteria swept across my body, but my brother never once left my side. Told me that no matter what happened he would help me through it. But something happened to me I didn't expect. I did get better. I felt more alive than I had ever felt and a key reason for that was an ability I never knew a human could receive. I had the ability to regenerate. I didn't know what to think. My mind and emotions were everywhere. I was a freak, someone whose dreams and aspiration were suddenly crushed, it felt like my feet had been pulled from underneath me and my world was crumbling around me. But my gifts were not limited with just regeneration. The key reason of receiving this gift was because I had bone claws that protruded from my knuckles. Blood pored down my hands and my wrists, and the pain was agony. Why was I like this? Why did I have to be like this?

But my brother reassured me it was nothing to worry about. He told me about his gifts. He could also regenerate, saying that he had proven that when he was crushed and ran over by some horses and was immediately back on his feet, but he had the gift of telekinesis, able to move things with his mind. He had managed to put my heart at rest, knowing that I wouldn't be alone, that we could live a life in secret, never having to be alone as we would get through it together.

The pair of us comforted by each other. But living with such a secret was hard. Always having to hide a part of you from your friends and the people you love. I struggled to hide who I truly was, unable to stop the claws protruding from my skin in moments of anger and deep sorrow. But I grew very fond of a young man. His name was Rahul. A man who was handsome and well educated and a man with wealth. He was every girls dream come true, a true nobleman. The pair of us become close quickly, both of us loving each moment we spent together, our affections growing rapidly until he asked for my hand in marriage, causing my father to approve of the match. Logan over joyed with the news. The two families awaiting a lasting marriage which would join the families together.

But in a matter of hours my life would never be the same again. I was taking a walk with my brother. The pair of us wanting to talk, talking about how our lives would change due to my departure, my fears and insecurities of having to survive and hide my abilities, having to control and use them on my own scared me. But as we were walking men dressed in black had ambushed us, separating both me and my brother, each one of us putting up a fight but we were separated, both of us screaming for each other before I was blindfolded and injected with something, making my body succumb to the blackness of my mind.

I awoke a few hours later, lying on my own in a cold concrete cell, my large period dress was removed from my form and I was lying in a hospital gown, marks placed on my skin and temple. I knocked on the cold metal door, demanding I be told what was going on but no one replied. I went another two days on my own when a man finally entered the room. Stryker. He gave me a proposition. To become something more powerful beyond my wildest dreams and to do his bidding. But I didn't want to do anything. I wanted to get back to Rahul, I wanted to have a family, to live my life in peace. But when I refused him, he beat me, destroyed my body causing it to heal itself over and over again before he dragged me from my cell and towards a room where he conducted all his experiments. Taking a blood sample, studying thousands of people as he tried to create a supreme warrior. The only reason I was so special was because of my regenerative properties and my abnormal bone structure.

I was tied to a chair, large devices plugged into my arms, my sides and down my legs, a large tub of a boiling silver substance was flowing into the tubes. I was placed underwater and such an intense heat, agonising pain exploded around my body I wanted to pass out, to cry out in anger but my mind was fogged with memories, of laughing and dancing with my brother, to sharing a kiss with Rahul, of what my life could be like but it never allowed me to push past the pain and the agony.

I had no idea how long I had been in the tank of water, how long I had been pumped with the substance but I was slowly able to recognise and become aware of my surroundings. Panic started to settle into my stomach and I lashed out. I pulled people into the tank who were injecting me with things. I pushed and shoved pasted people who were sent to stop me. Alarms were blearing, people were shouting and I was determined to find an exit, to get to my family. But people were gaining on me. Before I knew what was happening a stabbing pain was shooting up from my hands and my arm. I look down to see large metallical claws protruding from hands. I shrieked back in horror as I looked at them. What had they done to me? I'm a monster.

I ran, as fast as I could from the room slashing and cutting anyone who got in the way before someone stopped me at the entrance. I very young man who had terribly cold skin, but the thing that scared me most was his blood red eyes. I can remember his evil smirk to this day, the way he smiled at me, telling me he had killed my family and making my blood run cold. I managed to remove myself from his grip and bolted. I bolted down the corridors and into the light, shrieking back from the sheer intensity of the reflected light from the snow. My body indenting the snow heavily as I ran, I ran as far as I could before I managed to walk into a town which looked so familiar. This was my small village, but everything had changed. So much was different, how long had I been gone? I smiled at people I didn't recognise and I headed towards my home to find it the home of another happy family. I looked down at the ground before heading toward the cemetery, if that man was right they would be there.

I found my parents grave. I looked upon the names of my family but my brother's was not there. I contemplated weather to find Rahul, to tell him I was alright that I loved him, but I shook the idea from my mind... he was someone else's husband now, he had started a life with out me, after all I would have wanted that, for him to move on and start anew. But I snapped from my thoughts when I heard the snapping of twigs. They had found me. I tried to fight, to escape once again but they secured me, I was unable to move but when they brought my brother forward I could do nothing but struggle, to fight my way towards him. They told me that if I stayed with them, if I became part of there elite team both me and my brother would not be hurt, we could stay with each other just like I had promise. I agreed as my brother's safety could of been in danger.

We arrived back at the 'Base' and I demanded answers. Stryker willing gave them to me, telling me that I was his pride and joy, the experiment having worked. I just looked over at my brother who was looking over at me before he told us what had happened to me. The man had changed my bone structure. Said that my bones had been lined with Adamantium, the strongest and rarest metal ever existed. He told me that my senses had been heightened, my sight, smell and hearing were better and more refined and my body was also able to undergo ferocious physical attackes and could endure physical exhaustion. He told me I was like a wolf. A Wolverine.

So for the next ten years both me and my brother recruited others like us. Other mutants as we tried to hunt them down and pass them over to Stryker for his experiments, both of us horrified by our actions, terrified of leaving the group for what could happen to us. The pair of us having regular interactions with the Vampire Tyrone. The man who killed our family. But on a specific task, in search of a meteorite disgusted by the murders done by our team members we bolted, left the group and ran as far and as fast as we could. We heard that someone was killing our old group which made us fight and ran faster and harder than ever. The pair of us staying together, our sibling bond stronger than ever and more than it ever could be.

In the years that followed we were both fighting together in the American Civil War, World war l, World War ll and eventually in the Vietnam War. Both our regenerative powers kept us from getting killed in the battlefield, my adamantium claws becoming a weapon along with Logan's powerful telekinetic gift. But as the time passed we were dragged in to fight the person who was killing our old friends. Tyrone had vanished causing our emotions to be on edge but Stryker had formed an island where his experiments were taking over his life. But he created Weapon X, a man who had abilities from everyone of us. We fought him, both me and Logan working together. We managed to save countless numbers of younger mutants who were in danger but on our escape I was shot with three Adamantium bullets, meaning I lost nearly all my memories, the only connection I had was my brother who helped me though it every step of the way.

But in 1964 we were found by a pair of gentlemen. A man called Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr, both of them mutants. Erik knew about our healing abilities by using his own gift of controlling metal and plunging cutlery into our skin and watching as we pulled them away. Xavier smiling at us as he rubbed his hand gently over my scarred knuckles and talking to me in my head, smiling as he planted a kiss to my scared knuckles. He invited us to come with him, to the small group of mutants he had recruited to show that we weren't alone. Logan was weary about it, knowing what happened last time while I had lost my memory, but we agreed, meeting and gaining many friends, our code names finally becoming a reality. Charles was Professor X, Erik as Magneto, a young girl called Raven who could change her appearance became known as Mystic, Hank was now called Beast due to his large beast like appearance while my brother was known as Vortex and I received the name of Wolverine.

Our small group suddenly was put on edge when Sebastian Shaw was trying to start World War lll. Both Russia and America were threatening Nuclear war. America placing missile silos in Turkey, while the Russians were moving to Cuba. The small group of us suddenly became the first line of defence. Each one of us close, Erik and Charles having helped most of us. Charles showing me that if I let my instincts take over, to listen to my enhanced senses, to let my body flow with the strength and power it had stored in my bones I could become a strong fighter. He had shown and believed in my gifts, making him a man I held deep respect for. But we were swiftly put to use. Beast had designed a fighter plane, known as the Blackbird. We flew to the ocean, advancing on the two armies which were threatening world war lll, Magneto able to remove Shaw's sub from the water as we flew between the tornadoes' created by one of his henchmen but we all crashed to the beach. The human's had turned on us, meaning we were in danger. We fought between Shaw's men and us. Xavier was pained by Erik's betrayal and later shot by his anger. Magneto became our enemy that day causing Mystic to leave us and Charles lost the feeling in his legs. He was paralysed from the waist down, his hands clinging onto my outfit as he shook in fear and pain. But I never left his side, never let him go after all he had done so much to help me. But Charles Xavier was forever bound to a wheelchair.

I stayed at the school. Both me and Logan felt we had found a family here and that we could do better things at the school by helping other people like us gain control of their abilities along with the basic study. Over the years I had managed to gain vast amounts of knowledge, I passed my medical degree and became the Doctor for the school, I studied hard for other qualifications but the one I put most to use was my medical and scientifically orientated degree's. But a particular young man caught my attention. His name was Scott Summers. Other wise and most commonly known as Cyclops. He had the unique ability in producing a powerful beam with great destructive power from his eyes referred to as an "optic blast". He was orphaned after watching his parents fall to their death in a plane crash. Him and his brother survived the crash when their parents forced them into the only available parachute shoving them from the plane prior to crashing. The boys became ward of the state and they were both separated. But when Scott's powers manifested uncontrollably he ran away from the orphanage. He was one of the lads we rescued from Styker's facility apparently before being taken in as ward by Xavier.

But Scott was never able to switch off his powers like most of us. Xavier when he didn't need to use it didn't connect to people's minds and I could sheath my claws but Scott could not. So I tried to help him. Because the optic beam was continuously projecting from his eyes it meant he had to keep them closed to prevent the destruction of objects in his field of view. I managed to create a pair of ruby quartz glasses which could contain the devastating rays. The look of pure wonder still manages to spring a smile to my face.

But as the years pasted the old team had become the X-men. A team which protected mutants and brought them to the school. Both me and Logan being the two older members as the others had left to per sue other dreams, but that meant I had a permanent position on the team and we welcomed a young woman called Munroe or Storm to the team, she had the ability to control the weather.

Scott had also grown into a very powerful figure. He had a strong relationship with Xavier looking at him as a father figure, considering him more of his father like me and Logan than his friend. But by his 21st birthday Scott was commissioned to the team. The second in command, he would command the X-men if I was indisposed. His suit along with the rest of us is a tight fitting leather suit but his glasses are replaced by a unique ruby quartz battle visor with a single lens which runs from eye to eye giving him a one eyed appearance, enhancing the reason for his codename 'Cyclops'

But even though I was turning 180 I never once looked older than 23. My body had stopped aging, I was forever stuck as a 23 year old. Not that I minded but sometimes aging is the thing that gets you going, and it was unfair to watch people like Scott growing and maturing from a 16 year old to a 23 year old. But something felt odd. I had watched Scott grow up into the man he is today; I helped guide him, to teach him but one day, watching as he taught his own class something in my affections had changed. He wasn't just my best friend anymore, what I felt for him was so much more than friendship and I didn't have the brotherly affection I felt for Logan. Scott had always been a dear friend. Even when he was younger he would come up to me, question me if I was ok, how my day had been and managed to start a conversation. But as he matured our conversations became longer, more in-depth and meaningful. The pair of us had fought in many battles, we had protected and saved each other in so many different situations I knew my feelings for him had changed. And his in me. On Scott's 25th birthday we started dating. I could never have been happier considering this was apparently my first relationship since I was taken from a man I loved... according to Logan.

The pair of us was inseparable. We spent so much time together, laughing, talking and becoming better acquainted with each other. Scott was my life and without him I knew my long life would be lifeless and unworthy of living. Scott gave me sprit, gave me something to fight for. He gave me something to live for. He made me feel like I was the most important thing in the world, he cared for me and loved me with all his heart. I could never ask anything more from him because he gave so much to me. From the 16 year old boy I met I knew he was so much more now, the things that had happened to him in his life had changed him for the better, into the most remarkably kind and compassionate man he was today and I love him so much because of it. After two years of dating we thought we would take another step in our relationship. He proposed to me on my 190th birthday, the best present I could have ever received... I was the happiest girl in the world. Maybe my dreams could come true, and if they did, Scott was the one person I wanted to spend and share them with.

However on that fateful day I lost everything. I can remember the rain pouring and our forms were soaked. We were searching for a man who was taking and killing our students. We needed to keep the younger students calm, worried that the school was unable to protect them. Storm and Vortex were staying with the blackbird as me and Cyclopes searched the co-ordinates we had been given. But I screamed when I noticed movement. I watched as Tyrone stabbed my fiancés in the heart. Watched as he glared at me, the pair of us threatening each other. I knew that my adamantium claws could harm a vampire, so I stabbed him out of rage before rushing and dropping to my lover's side. Pulling his torso onto my arms, my hand going to his cheek as I cradled his dying body to my chest. A conversation I remember so well.

"Bella, help me take this visor off" Scott said up to me weakly. His face was being pelted with the rain that was falling from the sky, his mouth hanging open while his shady brown hair was soaking wet as his head was resting in the crook of my arm, my hand rubbing my thumb gently over his cheek

"But Scott" I said to him, my eyes in a frown as I looked down at him, my confusion evident in my features as I understood what could happen

"I don't have enough energy to harness my power" He said to me, shaking as he gasped back in pain, my arms tightening around him as his body trembled in my arms "Please Bella. I want to look at you with my own eyes" He said with a very weak smile on his face. I nodded to him with a smile before I reached towards the back of his visor and undid the buckles. I moved the device from his eyes and placed it to the ground next to him. I smiled when I looked down at him. His eyes were a grey colour. Eyes which you could see right into his beautifully kind soul. Love was shining into them when I smiled down at him

"Look at you. As beautiful as a flower" Scott smiled weakly as he lifted his hand and placed it to my cheek. I closed my eyes in comfort as I leant into his hand, feeling the warmth leaving his hand.

"As are you" I said to him tenderly, my eyes looking down at him as I smiled a gentle and loving smile. But I grasped back in horror when Scott shuddered with pain, his face scrunching up in agony, his body curling up to try and lesson the pain, all I could do was watch with sorrowful eyes, squeezing onto him tight to try and provide him with the comfort he needed

"Will you promise me something?" Scott whispered to me, gritting his teeth as he pushed pasted the pain. A single tear was falling from my eye and travelling down my cheek as I saw just how much agony Scott was in. Where the hell was Logan? I called him almost immediately. Scott needed medical attention now!

"Of course" I said with a smile, taking hold of his hand and squeezing it in comfort "Anything"

"Move on" he said as he clung on to my hand "Find someone else to love once I have gone, have a family that we would have wanted. Have a life that you would have wanted with me" Scott said weakly smile on his face, his own tears mixing with the rain water ""Living for all eternity would be so lonely with out someone to share it with. I'm just glad that you spent some of it with me. The years we have spent together Bella have been the best years of my life and I just wanted to thank you" he said smiling slightly

"It was an honour Scott, your kindness and compassion has made me look at life in a new light" I said smiling my eyes shining with such comfort and so much devotion as I continued to look at his beauty, unable to remove my eyes from his precious ones. A sight that I would never see again

"I'm glad the last image I will see in this world will be your face" he said smiling. I laughed back a sob at that point, my head moving to the left as I looked down at him a small sorrowful smile was on my face as a few tears fell "I will watch you from above Bella. I will protect you even when I'm gone; I have always and will always love you now and forever. You will always be in my heart" Scott said smiling. I smiled such a loving smile down at him and was over joyed when he returned one of his own. I leant down and kiss him. My kiss was full of love and passion, understanding and with a slight sense of loss

"You will always be in my heart" I replied as I trailed my hand across his soft skin on his cheek, down his neck and then down to his chest as I leant forward to get a better look at him

"I love you Bella" Scott said barely above a whisper, his body going limp in my arms as he was unable to fight the pain

"I love you too Scott" I said, before kissing him on his forehead. However once I pulled away Scott was still smiling up at me. I smiled down at him and watched as his eyes locked with mine before going glassy. His eyes flickered shut before the last breath was breathed from his lungs, his body going limp and I could do nothing but look at him

"Scott!" I urged, trying to wake him, shaking his body to try and revive him. I just smiled a very small and watery smile down at him. Scott was gone. The one man I had given my heart to completely has left me on this planet alone. The man I loved had gone to a better place and I just hoped he would find all the happiness in the world.

"May the grace of the gods protect you" I whispered, placed my lips softly to his in a loving final kiss before I looked back up at him. The tears had finally began to fall and I leant forward, leant my head on his chest and the heartbreaking sobs raked my body as I grieved the loss of my lover.

For 5 years I have been grieving for him. My heart unable to overcome the loss and the pain. My mind always playing tricks on me, thinking I hear his voice and he's not there, thinking he's lying in the bed next to me, but it's just an empty space. Everyday for the last 5 years I have been going to his grave. Looking at the engraved words on the grave, trailing my hands over the image on his tomb stone, placing a single metal cross necklace on the decorative ornament, a gift Scott had given me. I had tried to move on. Always trying to remove myself from my sombre mood but I couldn't deny the fact of a large and gapping hole stuck in my heart. My brother could do nothing but comfort me. Logan loved Scott like a brother. He knew how much I loved the man and he knew I would never be able to get over his loss, he knew I would never be the same again.

I never removed his dog tags. His hung right next to mine and I also didn't have the heart to take down and remove the pictures I had of him. They littered my bed stand. I had also kept a few pieces of his clothing, his favourite jumper and leather jacket always stayed hung up and ironed nicely in my wardrobe, they were a connection to him, knowing that he was still with me in a way. His glasses also always remained close to me.

My name is Isabella Swan, most commonly known as Wolverine. I'm the girl who has a large reputation, a girl who is feared and well known amongst the mutant population and above all I'm the girl who had the love of a great man, who love him in return and we were cruelly pulled apart.

"Scott Summers- Cyclops
1982-2010
Age 27
Loving fiancé and wonderful friend
Rest in peace."

You will always be in my heart.