Logan: Fight For The Past
Chapter One
The powers of a mutant cannot be compared to the power of any normal human. Each mutant has superhuman strength and a power unique to their mutation.
The mutant called Logan, also known as Wolverine, has the power to regenerate organs quickly which helped him to survive surgery he had putting steel around his bones and his retractable claws. They erased his memory. He is trying to find his past. This is a story of a day in his life.
Logan awoke to the sound of a knock on his apartment door.
"Goddammit. What!?"
"Let me in, it's me."
"Well, who the fuck is me?"
"Answer the door!"
"Whatever."
He got out of bed and slowly approached the door. Opening it, he saw a man he had met a week before. Darren, his name was.
"Oh, it's you. What is it?"
"I think I may be able to help you with what you're looking for…"
* * *
"Where are we going anyway?" Logan asked.
"A factory. Just outside of Vancouver. I think it may have something to do with your surgery."
"How?"
"I found equipment that may have been used for it. There's also large amounts of that type of steel you got in you, what's that called?"
"Hell, I don't know."
"Well, anyway, that's the stuff. I think they cut skin off of parts of your body, and kinda like painted the melted steel on your bones and claws."
"What's your name again?"
"Darren."
"What's your last name?"
"What's yours?"
"I can't remember."
They walked past the bar in downtown Vancoucver in which they met the previous week.
Logan was at the bar with a beer when Darren walked in. Darren sat next to him and they began a conversation. After one too many drinks and Darren calling Logan, and I quote, "The Dumbest Ugliest Fucker he'd met in his life," Logan got a little mad and pulled him out into the alley.
He drew his claws on him and sliced some flesh open. Darren's blood dripped to the ground and formed a puddle of nearly a foot in radius. Logan put his fist to Darren's throat and released the two side claws.
"I'll drop the fucking middle one, motherfucker, don't think I won't."
"What… the fuck… are you?" Darren asked, light headed, drunk and scared to hell.
And so it began. Logan explained his life time, or at least what he could recall of it, and Darren agreed to help logan on his search.
And, now, they were on their way to Darren's car.
Darren stopped by a black Volkswagen Jetta, "Here we are."
They got in the car and drove off.
* * *
They drove up next to the abandoned warehouse that Darren spoke of and hopped out of the car.
Wolverine readied his weapons and entered the building. Inside, he found an operation table. It had tools off to the side such as a knife (not a scalpel, but actually a knife), and a large paint brush with hardened steel on the tips of the bristles.
Another man walked into the open room with a sawwed off shotgun in his hand, "Who the fuck are you?"
Logan, semi-surprised by the interruption of his investigation, replied with, "Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm the owner of this place, who the fuck are you?"
"Great, maybe you could help me out." Logan ran at the man, claws out, and got hit by 20 shotgun pellets. This knocked him back, however, he wasn't horribly affected by this shot, so he arose and continued to run at the man. As the gun arose once more, Wolverine's claws sliced the weapon in half.
"LOGAN?" The owner seemed to know him.
Logan lifted him and threw him on the ground, splitting the flesh on the man's back.
"AAGH, dammit!"
"HOW DO YOU KNOW ME!? WHO ARE YOU?"
"I had a part in your operation. I let the people use the place for $10 000."
"Why, what did they do this for?"
"I don't know, something about the military. They wanted you as a weapon, something like that."
"Give me a name, who did you deal with?"
"I really don't remember the name too well…"
Sweat dripped down his neck along with the blood from Wolverine digging his middle claw shallowly into the man's throat.
"FUCK! I don't remember, something like… Harge… Harger… yeah, Harger. That's it. Jonothan Harger. I think that's the name."
The claws went deeper, "You sure?"
"I don't know, I think so, shit, it was like… 10 years ago. I'm not perfectly sure."
"What's your name?"
"Eric."
"You got a family Eric?"
"No."
"Good, then this won't hurt anybody else."
Logan completely let go of his claw and killed the man.
Chapter One
The powers of a mutant cannot be compared to the power of any normal human. Each mutant has superhuman strength and a power unique to their mutation.
The mutant called Logan, also known as Wolverine, has the power to regenerate organs quickly which helped him to survive surgery he had putting steel around his bones and his retractable claws. They erased his memory. He is trying to find his past. This is a story of a day in his life.
Logan awoke to the sound of a knock on his apartment door.
"Goddammit. What!?"
"Let me in, it's me."
"Well, who the fuck is me?"
"Answer the door!"
"Whatever."
He got out of bed and slowly approached the door. Opening it, he saw a man he had met a week before. Darren, his name was.
"Oh, it's you. What is it?"
"I think I may be able to help you with what you're looking for…"
* * *
"Where are we going anyway?" Logan asked.
"A factory. Just outside of Vancouver. I think it may have something to do with your surgery."
"How?"
"I found equipment that may have been used for it. There's also large amounts of that type of steel you got in you, what's that called?"
"Hell, I don't know."
"Well, anyway, that's the stuff. I think they cut skin off of parts of your body, and kinda like painted the melted steel on your bones and claws."
"What's your name again?"
"Darren."
"What's your last name?"
"What's yours?"
"I can't remember."
They walked past the bar in downtown Vancoucver in which they met the previous week.
Logan was at the bar with a beer when Darren walked in. Darren sat next to him and they began a conversation. After one too many drinks and Darren calling Logan, and I quote, "The Dumbest Ugliest Fucker he'd met in his life," Logan got a little mad and pulled him out into the alley.
He drew his claws on him and sliced some flesh open. Darren's blood dripped to the ground and formed a puddle of nearly a foot in radius. Logan put his fist to Darren's throat and released the two side claws.
"I'll drop the fucking middle one, motherfucker, don't think I won't."
"What… the fuck… are you?" Darren asked, light headed, drunk and scared to hell.
And so it began. Logan explained his life time, or at least what he could recall of it, and Darren agreed to help logan on his search.
And, now, they were on their way to Darren's car.
Darren stopped by a black Volkswagen Jetta, "Here we are."
They got in the car and drove off.
* * *
They drove up next to the abandoned warehouse that Darren spoke of and hopped out of the car.
Wolverine readied his weapons and entered the building. Inside, he found an operation table. It had tools off to the side such as a knife (not a scalpel, but actually a knife), and a large paint brush with hardened steel on the tips of the bristles.
Another man walked into the open room with a sawwed off shotgun in his hand, "Who the fuck are you?"
Logan, semi-surprised by the interruption of his investigation, replied with, "Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm the owner of this place, who the fuck are you?"
"Great, maybe you could help me out." Logan ran at the man, claws out, and got hit by 20 shotgun pellets. This knocked him back, however, he wasn't horribly affected by this shot, so he arose and continued to run at the man. As the gun arose once more, Wolverine's claws sliced the weapon in half.
"LOGAN?" The owner seemed to know him.
Logan lifted him and threw him on the ground, splitting the flesh on the man's back.
"AAGH, dammit!"
"HOW DO YOU KNOW ME!? WHO ARE YOU?"
"I had a part in your operation. I let the people use the place for $10 000."
"Why, what did they do this for?"
"I don't know, something about the military. They wanted you as a weapon, something like that."
"Give me a name, who did you deal with?"
"I really don't remember the name too well…"
Sweat dripped down his neck along with the blood from Wolverine digging his middle claw shallowly into the man's throat.
"FUCK! I don't remember, something like… Harge… Harger… yeah, Harger. That's it. Jonothan Harger. I think that's the name."
The claws went deeper, "You sure?"
"I don't know, I think so, shit, it was like… 10 years ago. I'm not perfectly sure."
"What's your name?"
"Eric."
"You got a family Eric?"
"No."
"Good, then this won't hurt anybody else."
Logan completely let go of his claw and killed the man.