AN:
I think all my previous readers are still with us. If you're still reading, give me a review!
Logan's POV:
I vaguely remembered seeing the man before, in a desolate landscape that looked like it had been bombed. He had called me both Logan and Wolverine, then left after he realized I had lost my memory.
"Listen, bub." I said, "You left me on that godforsaken island, and it took days to get away. Now, I don't know who you are, but I don't care. Get away from me and Sam."
"Sam?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow. "From what you told me, you didn't like to get attached. Didn't like to settle down."
"You don't know me. You knew the old Logan. Now scram!" I hissed, jabbing at him with my claws. I sliced his arm.
"Wolverine, you don't want to do that." The man smiled a sly, knowing smile. "Obviously you don't remember me." He held up his hands, and I realized he was holding a red swirling orb of light.
"Energy. Pure energy." He said, in answer to my unspoken question. "Hurts quite a bit when it hits you." And with that, he tossed the orb at me.
It hit me in the chest like a sledgehammer. I felt like I was getting electrocuted, and I fell to the ground. I heard Sam cry out my name, but before the man could do anything more, I stood up.
"What did you say your name was?" I asked him.
"Remy. Or Gambit." He answered. "Why?"
"'Cause I want to know what name to put on the tombstone." I snarled, lunging at him.
AN:
I think we know by now that Wolverine has anger-management problems. He has issues... :)