This is another songfic. Song is Broken, Beat & Scarred by Metallica. Please review.

You rise, you fall, your down, then you rise again
What don't kill you make you more strong
You rise, you fall, your down, then you rise again
What don't kill you make you more strong

He knew the saying, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." He could definitely apply it to his screwed up life.

Rise, fall, down, rise again
What don't kill you make you more strong
Rise, fall, down, rise again
What don't kill you make you more strong

First his dad turning out to be the violent groundskeeper and Victor being his brother. Running until he was a teen, hiding who and what he was.

Through black days
Through black nights
Through pitch black insights

All the wars he almost died in.

Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming
Show your scars
Cutting your feet on the hard earth running
Show your scars
Breaking your life
Broken, beat and scarred
But we die hard

Watching Victor turn into a blood thirsty monster. Losing Kayla.

The dawn, the death, the fight to the final breath
What don't kill you make you more strong
The dawn, the death, the fight to the final breath
What don't kill you make you more strong

Getting adamantium put in him. Stupid metal saving him, but trying to kill him every day, causing a constant ache in his bones that he tried to ignore. It was usually the cause of his crankiness.

Dawn, death, fight, final breath
What don't kill you make you more strong
Dawn, death, fight, final breath
What don't kill you make you more strong

Losing his memory and his brother. Living more than twenty years trying to remember, only to try and forget. Losing everyone he ever cared about. Finally getting his brother back, only to lose him to the beast. Being forced to kill his only family.

They scratched me
They scraped me
They cut and rape me

He didn't show scars, but as Prof. X and Emma Frost knew, he had plenty of scars on the inside. He constantly bled on the inside, those wounds never healed.

Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming
Show your scars
Cutting your feet on the hard earth running
Show your scars
Breaking your life
Broken, beat and scarred
But we die hard

He fought every day to not fall into blackness. The depression would lead to the animal taking over. He could never let that happen.

Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming
Show your scars
Cutting your feet on the hard earth running
Show your scars
Braiding your soul in a hard luck story
Show your scars
Spilling your blood in a hot suns foray
Show your scars
Breaking your life
Broken, beat and scarred
We die hard

He knew how to kill himself, knew what it would take. But knew that was the coward's way out. If he was anything, he wasn't a coward. He was a soldier, a samari, a warrior, a fighter. He knew when he died, he would die hard. The thought made him smile.

We die hard
We die hard

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