Hi, so this actually a remake of another fic I made on a different account, but let's just treat it as brand new. It'll take place in Wolverine:Origins, and the characters will show up soon. I'm just setting it up. So please enjoy and leave a review! I do not own the X-men.

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The sun streamed down strongly on this beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky and simply put, a perfect day. A massive green field spread as far as the eye could see with dash of yellow flowers in some areas. The air was sweet, and one could hear the sound of cicadas throughout the grass. A gentle breeze blew the tall grass lightly, revealing a motionless body lying in the sea of green. It looked like it had been there for a while, grass had grown over it and the weather had done a number on the clothes.

It moved.

A finger twitched and body lurched a bit up. A moan escaped the once knocked out body. There was a shift in weight and her eyes fluttered open slightly.

"Ugh," she wailed louder now, as if she couldn't remember how to speak. The body was a girl and her eyes snapped shut at the sight of sunlight.

Another random twitch, her right arm flailing away, "Blaurgh," she made more noises. After fifteen more minutes of unintelligent noises and awkward movement the girl slowly opened her eyes again.

The sun still made her eyes sting but slowly she was able to take in the whole area, though the colours still blended together and some things were still blurry.

"Wh-w," her lips felt unfamiliar and fat. Her thoughts were moving slowly. AS if she couldn't exactly remember how the English language worked.

What, she thought the word clearly. What. Still pushing through the fogginess that was her mind she continued. English, that's what she was speaking, right? Her thoughts moved faster now. She was laying on… grams? No, that didn't feel right, GRASS! That's what it was. Sun, dirt, bugs, flowers, she was on a roll now. Ok, now to… uhh, speak! Yah, if she could think it, she could speak.

"H-a-hh…" it was so hard, why was it so hard? "H-hi," she whispered her voice still sounded odd and new to her.

This all took about an hour.

However she grinned, moving her fingers slightly. They actually moved in the way she wanted them to now. She moved her arms a bit, feeling was coming back. She blinked, now she just had to remember.

She decided to practice talking, "O-ok, I-I mm-am…" she paused, unsure. Scrunching up her face in intense thought she flew through her memories. This was exactly zero.

"Co-mone, s-in-ink," she grimaced. Jane? Lisa? Susan? Stephanie? Amanda? She went through every name she could think of, which was a lot, but not one seemed familiar. It was as if she didn't even know anyone by those names. No faces to put to them, not even movie stars. But hold on, how was it she could remember names, but not a single person? She had forgotten everything but still knew common knowledge."

She began speaking again, trying to reassure she remembered all the normal everyday things. "S-guy i-z blue, grass ga-gree-n, bir-rds si-ng," she spoke shakily. Slowly she rolled over, she squinted her eyes at the brightness.

She spent another two hours working on her speech, trying to push herself up and racking her brain for any memory. By the end she was sitting up and could almost speak normally, but with a stutter. Nothing came back to her, hell she didn't even know what she looked like. The girl brought up her arms, turning them over. Her hands were small, thin but short fingers. Her nails were uneven as if she had tried to cut them with scissors or she was lazy. Darker skin, Asian, she was unsure at Chinese, Korean, Filipino, Japanese, or something else. Hell, how could she remember all those things, traits but not her god damn name?

Oh good she remembered how to swear.

Ignoring her inner thoughts she spoke out loud, "Ok, l-lots of cuts. B-bruises and s-cabs. I w-was fighting. A-nd burns. I cou-ldn't have b-been here l-ong then or I'd be healed." But looking down at her stomach her shirt was torn apart, barely covering her. Her pants or shorts, she couldn't tell, were the same. Weeds and vines had grown on her, circling her waist and legs. It didn't make sense. Did she pull a sleeping beauty? Ok, ok she calmed herself. She was thin, that was nice, and her legs looked athletic. The girl wasn't wearing shoes or socks.

Her head turned quickly at the sound of rumbling, in the distance, moving quickly, a huge mass of dark clouds approached. The bright day was soon to be ruined. "Shit," she muttered and started to smack her legs. She was still a little hazy but she remembered being in an open field was not a good idea in a thunderstorm.

"Come on, come on!" she was panicking, rain was pouring from the sky now, and darkness replaced the sun. Still her legs refused to move. The sound of thunder increased.

"Ok, c-calm down, I a-mm on a h-ill. I've got to g-get l-lower," she began to drag herself down the hill only using her arms. It was painful and difficult, but she made it there. She looked down at her arms again, they were filthy with mud. The rumbling grew,

The girl was exhausted and her breathing was heavy as if she had just run a marathon. She yelped at the clap of thunder and flash of bright light. She pushed her soaking hair from her eyes. The girl realized it was dark, black or brown. Suddenly she realized that the she could hear a familiar sound. She racked her brains trying to remember what it was.

Rain falling on a lake.

She looked up and found herself looking at a small lake, "How c-could I miss this," she moaned. She looked down at the water, her head blocking the patter of rain on the lake. She looked down at her face for the first time. She was slightly disappointed, she wasn't gorgeous like a model maybe she was cute though. Messy dark hair, thin face slightly malnourished and reddish lips. The thing that creeped her out the most though were her own eyes. They were like two black holes that never ended or they reminded her of a corpse's eyes. She couldn't tell the iris from the pupil, she looked away. Too weird.

There was another flash of lightning and clash of thunder almost at the same time. The girl scrambled away from the side of the lake. Water was bad in a lightning storm, right?

Another strike.

"Shit, shit, shit," she muttered trying to move her legs, no reaction. What if they never worked again? But she seriously couldn't worry about that, she was pretty sure if she got hit by lightning she would die. And she had only felt like she had lived for about 5 hours now.

She tried to shake the water off of her face to no avail, "A bit f-farther, just a b-bit more," she chanted herself, her arms tired. The girl screamed and dived away as a bolt of lightning hit close to her, leaving a smoking patch of ground. She was beyond scared, she trembled nervously.

"Curl up in a b-ball right?" she cried, she bit her lip in fear. She lay on the ground praying for safety.

With another flash and boom, a scream broke through the field. Lightning had struck.