Logan's pov
After seeing the kid's fitful nightmare I headed straight down to the professor's office, I knew how the kid must have felt and I felt like I needed to help so I didn't hesitant in knocking on the professor's door.
"Come in" the professor said his usual calm voice
I hesitated before opening it should I really tell the professor or just deal with it myself .After a brief battle in my mind I decided I was doing the right thing.
"What do you want to talk about Logan?"
"What do you know about Oliver's past?"
"Not much but I do assume that he was at weapon x for quite some time and was most probably tortured while there"
"How am I gonna get him to talk to me chuck?" I asked honestly curious
"He's being through a lot for a child, in fact for anyone just give him time Logan"
"Thanks Chuck"
"You're welcome, good night Logan"
Oliver's pov
I didn't sleep again for that night, I was too scared to close my eyes for fear of more nightmares but been awake wasn't much better as Logan's words replayed constantly in my mind 'You're gonna have to talk about it at some point'
It wasn't a part of my past I wanted to revisit it was too disturbing and that was only the parts I remembered, every night it gets worse as I remember more and more of what I was. Why couldn't it just end? Part of me did want to talk about it just to get the weight off my shoulders but what would people say, they would probably be either really angry or alarm beeped 6a.m that was long enough to stay in bed. I got up, had a shower and got dressed leaving my hair to drip dry and be as messed up as it wanted.
I walked out of my room in desperate need of a beer 'not that I would get one' and started to walk down the hall. Since I was expecting everyone to be at training I froze knowing exactly who it was when I heard a door open from behind me.
Logan's pov
As I heard soft footsteps heading down the hall I opened my door hoping to catch the as I walked out my door I saw the kid frozen in motion and the smell of fear thick in the air.
"Kid, are ya okay?" I asked
"I was just leaving"
"Where to?"
"Away"
"That's no help kid"
"Leave me alone Logan" he said beginning to walk again
"Not until you tell me where you going" I said grabbing his arm
"Just leave me alone" he insisted again
"Can't do that kid" I replied
Oliver's pov
"Just leave me alone" I insisted
"Can't do that kid" he replied
"Why not?"
"Because I know what you're going through and I just want to help"
"Don't need no help" I said as I pulled my arm free and walked away. Thankfully this time he let me go
Okay so let me explain where I'm going the other night when I was going through my rucksack looking for my dog tags I just happened to come upon a letter from my father. The following is what was written.
Dear Oliver and/or Gabriel
I have no idea how old you will be when you read this, I expect Oliver to be about 13 or 14 and Gabriel around 17 because that will be how long it will be before you clean out this bag. I don't know where I'll be so I want to tell you about three things if I don't make it or am still on the run. The people I'm on the run from are weapon x which is a program that experiment on mutants, I hope they never catch you which is why I'm leading them away. If you're still with your mother and stepfather don't trust them, get away from there as soon as possible and try to find Uncle James because your mother and stepfather work for weapon x. The reason I sent you there is because they won't send you away till you're older so you have the chance to read this first. The second thing is that there is a storage unit in Manchester New York for you guys, the number is 25019 and the key is in this bag. The unit has food and clothing for you until your twenties.I have no idea what your style will be so I left it the same as it is now. There are also motorbikes for each of you but to make it hard on you, you have to do them up yourselves. Gabriel yours is the Indian and Oliver yours is the Harley but the one that needs doing up. If you touch mine, you die. You also have the little log cabin as well, that we went to in the holidays the number is 13 Roberts Street Alberta 's all for now and alway know I love you both no matter what happens.
Your father
Victor Creed
My only major question afterwards was 'who was Uncle James'
I quickly regained focus and slung my bag over my shoulder before I stepping into the bitter cold air to continue my walk to the storage unit.
Time skip
I put the key in the lock and turned it thinking 'please let this work' as if by a miracle it did. My eyes quickly darted around the room before looking behind me to make sure no one had followed because I right now I just needed to be alone. Once I was certain that I was, my gaze refocused on the unit and immediately I felt guilty as I saw what was meant to be Gabriel's bike. In my heart I knew I would finish it for him and then I spotted my father's bike in the corner and it looked to be custom so I understood why he would kill me if I even touch it. Finally I found mine, an old Harley but one that would look good once done up I knew I had a lot of work to do but it was one that I had always dreamed about riding since I was about four. Leaving the bikes I walked around passing my old surfboard, hockey jerseys, football jerseys, soccer jerseys and sports equipment until I found what I had come for. I would start on the bikes another day when I had some time but for now I needed to get back to the mansion before darkness which only gave me two hours max and it would take about an hour to walk back. I opened the box labeled Oliver and grabbed what I thought was enough clothes to stuff in my bag, it didn't really matter which ones to me as long as I got what I needed. I was just about to close the lid when I saw a lone photo in the corner of the box, carefully I put it in my pocket before closing up the unit and walking back to the mansion.
Time Skip
Logan's pov
I was starting to worry about Oliver, what if he wasn't coming back or what if weapon x caught him I knew I shouldn't have let him go. We had received a very interesting package this morning but I wanted to talk to the kid before opening it and I wanted him to see it. It was something that he had to face eventually but I didn't want to force her so I convinced Chuck to let me talk to him first. I could tell he really wanted to see it but he understood where I was coming from and accepted my deal.
I was interrupted out of my thoughts by the faint sound of a door opening as someone tried to get in without being seen.
"Where ya been kid?" I asked scaring him as he carefully climbed up the stairs
"Out" he replied
"I know that, I want to know where exactly out is"
"Uh,, I was at the pub"
"Really" I asked skeptically "Doing what?"
"Watching the hockey match"
"There was no game today" I stated
"Yes there was, it was the amateur league" he insisted
"Do not lie to me kid, where were you?" I said raising my voice a little bit
Oliver flinched so slightly that if I wasn't paying attention there was no way I could have noticed it
"Didn't do anything wrong" he said changing tactics but not letting anything slip out either, two could play at that game.
"We got a parcel in the mail today from weapon x"
"Really?" he asked "Is it a bomb?"
