Author's notes: This isn't english class so don't laugh at my grammar and my editing! Cry Cry...And i think my point of views are little wacked out...but you know what? I don't care. Haha! I don't know why but when I put it on here, it makes the paragraphs all weird? Yes it's great.

Logan kind of loses it here, and I'm creepy and I like it?

I think it's getting good! So enjoy it, all you people that I love!


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General Tudor was ecstatic when Weapon X came into his office. He achieved another successful mission; it was insane how he could finish a mission that would usually take weeks or months to normally complete. But oddly, Weapon X wasn't as happy, entering the room. He wore a grim face that looked like he failed the mission.

Weapon X did not like how he lost control, again and actually mutilated a little girl's father right in front of her. He knew he got really angry about how the bastard was going to kill his own daughter so he could escape. Then he couldn't really remember anything else until he saw the faces of his unit looking at him totally freaked out. The little girl's screams were still stuck in his head, "You're a monster! I hope you die!"

Why did that happen to him? How could he just lose it and become a mindless animal? Have those experiments that had been inflicted on him made him like this? He couldn't even remember half the experiments they had done to him…he was in too much pain to give a shit. His mind also repressed them deep into his memory so he wasn't able to remember them either.

He basically was scared of himself. What else could happen to him?

Weapon X slumped down in the chair, rubbing his face. He was so stressed out and tired, he just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up.

Tudor immediately noticed he was not as chipper as him but he was going to change that because he had a big surprise for Weapon X. "Logan, another job well done!"

Weapon X didn't say anything at first but then looked up at him, confused. "Why did you just call me, Logan?"

Tudor grinned. "Well that is your name."

Weapon X well now Logan, beamed and forgot about his berserker rage issues. "You found the files?" he asked, eyes lighting up.

"Yes, I just got them," he smiled, flipping through A LOT of papers. "And I told you I would find out your name."

"I'm glad you were right." Logan was totally blithe.

"Here, your full name is James Logan Howlett but it says here you went by Logan and you had a code name kind of thing, Wolverine. Any of this ring any bells?"

Logan shook his head no but didn't care; he finally was going to find out something about himself. Maybe, he had a family or he had a great life before all this? The possibilities listed in his head.

I have a name. I have name and it's James Logan Howlett, Weapon X thought over and over again. He couldn't believe this was happening. He had a name. A real name.

"Oh look you have a-" but Tudor got cut off as he began to read Weapon X's file when his phone buzzed.

"Sorry," he said, pushing down on a button on his phone. "Yes Ms. Cells?"

Ms. Cells was Tudor's secretary who sat just outside his door; she was an older lady, almost like a cute little grandma.

"Sir, a Dr. Cory is here to see you."

The color drained from Logan's face as fear and panic took over. No, it couldn't be.

"What?" Tudor replied, confused.

"Wait, Dr. Cory, General Tudor is in a meeting!" they heard her yell.

Before they could react, the door busted opened and there stood Dr. Cory in the flesh. Logan froze where he sat, he was too afraid to turn around and see him but he could smell his loathsome scent. Not only did he hate this man, he was absolutely terrified of him. This was the man tortured him over the last five years. He did so many gruesome and terrible things to Logan.

"General," Dr. Cory said, as he closed the door shut behind him. He didn't say anything to Weapon X since he only saw his back and because he thought it was somebody else. He would never think Weapon X would be in here.

"Dr. Cory, uh what unexpected surprise," Tudor said, like he was annoyed. "What may I owe to this visit?"

"I think you know why," he said, coming towards him.

Logan's heart beat faster and faster as Dr. Cory made each step. It was beating so hard against his chest; he thought it would pop out.

"I didn't mean to interrupt a meeting you were having but-" He stopped when he finally saw Logan. He gazed down at him, befuddled as well. Logan closed his eyes he couldn't look at those merciless eyes.

He's here to take me back, Logan thought. He imagined a hundred guards were outside, here to drag him back to his cell where the collar awaited for him.

"What the devil is he doing here?" Dr. Cory hissed. "And he's not in any of his restraints nor does he have his collar on!"

Logan closed his eyes tight and hoped this was a nightmare. Everything was going so good; he was enjoying life for once. But what did he expect; his life sucked why would it sudden become nice and happy?

"Please Dr. Cory; he doesn't need any of that. He was followed every order I have given him. I've had no problems with him."

Logan felt Dr. Cory stand in front of him. "Are you crazy man? Don't you know how animals work? They warm up to you and if you slightly turn your back then they will strike!"

Logan sank into his seat, still afraid to look up.

"The only way for them to obey you is if they fear you." He grabbed Logan's chin and made him look into his smirked eyes. "Isn't that right, Weapon X?"

Logan's body started shaking; his touch was like an electric shock to him. He opened his mouth though no words came out.

"Isn't it?" he repeated, roughly grabbing his hair and twisting it, painfully.

"Y-ye-s-s," Logan managed to choke out.

He laughed, enjoying his fear. He examined Logan's face, turning it side to side. "I almost didn't recognize you. I never notice how good looking you are."

Logan gulped. He could tell Dr. Cory was thinking of destroying his face out of jealously and keep doing it over and over again.

"Hmm...But I guess if this working for you," he said to Tudor. "Then I guess it doesn't matter as long we get him back." He finally let go of Logan and turned his attention on Tudor.

"Well actually since you're here," Tudor slowly said. "I was wondering if we could lease him longer?"

Dr. Cory shook his head. "I would have if you didn't steal his personal files."

Tudor's face did not change. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Dr. Cory went behind Logan and put his hands on his shoulders. Logan bit his lip; he wished he stop touching him. "I mean I don't blame you," he smirked. "He's very interesting creature." He squeezed Logan's shoulders making him cringed. "If you asked before I have could have sum up his meaningless life for you."

"That won't be necessary."

But Dr. Cory went on anyway. "He was a drunken idiot-

"Please Dr. Cory! Stop!" snapped Tudor.

He looked a little taken aback however, chuckled. "General, I'm starting to think you care about his feelings?" He made a puppy dog face with his bottom lip hanging out.

"He's not a thing, creature, or an animal. He is a fucking human being," Tudor growled. "And he's more human then you'll ever be."

Dr. Cory brow frowned and he straightened up.

Logan gave Tudor a thank you look.

"General just give back the files or I will exterminate our contact and I'll take Weapon X back today!"

Logan's stomach dropped and thought he might throw up. He knew this day would come eventually, why not sooner then later?

"Fine," Tudor said, picking up the files off his desk.

"Thank you," he said, taking them away and checking them. He turned around and looked at Logan. "You can leave now; the adults are going to talk now."

Logan looked at Tudor again, and Dr. Cory noticed. "Why are you looking at him?" He suddenly grabbed the cuff of Logan's shirt and pulled his face to his. "You listen to me not him! I'm the one who owns you and makes you useful to society, you ungrateful brute! Do I have to remind you when you come back? Because I have so many new experiments to test on you!"

Logan shook his head, frantically, not saying anything. He let go of him and Logan stumbled out of his chair.

"Good boy," Dr. Cory smiled evilly as Weapon X raced out of the room.


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"General Tudor, can I make one thing perfectly clear?" Dr. Cory said, sitting down. "I rented out Weapon X's services to you. I didn't lease him to you so you could fix his problems. His petite troubles are irreverent and none of your concern. He is used for one thing only and it's to serve. And if you're not going to use him for what he's intended for then I'll take him off your hands."

Tudor gripped his arm chairs, hard, knuckles turning white. His petite troubles are irreverent? He thought, angrily. He has no idea or even cares how he has scar Logan's mind!

"Yes I know, Dr. Cory and I have used him," he said as calmly as he could. He hated saying he was "using" Logan.

"He has successful complete every mission I have sent him on. He's the best soldier I have ever had." Oh, he wanted to tell Dr. Cory off but knew he couldn't.

"Good. I'm glad he is doing what he's supposed to do so just leave it at that, General."

Tudor clenched his jaw but agreed with him, holding back what he really wanted to say to him.

"Anyway since we understand each other," Dr. Cory continued. "Did you tell him anything?"

"I was about to," Tudor lied. "But then you came."

Dr. Cory stared at him, trying to read his eyes and body language to see if he was lying however seem to believe him. "Good. I don't want him knowing anything. Not even his own name."

Tudor nodded. "May I ask why?"

Dr. Cory smiled. "If has any prior knowledge about himself it will give him hope and a will. It's so much easier to control someone who has nothing else to live for."

Tudor slanted his eyes. This man was so evil.

"If you read the rest of his files, you would see Weapon X isn't just some innocent victim here, General," he sneered. "He has done far more bad things then good in his long life. He is the same killer he was back then but now he is controlled to do the good things."

Tudor almost let a snort out from hearing that comment.

"So you could say he is just paying off his debt to society," Dr. Cory shrugged.

"Of course," Tudor gritted, agreeing to this madman again.

"Well I better be off, call me if he gives you any problems and enjoy him while you can," he said, leaving Tudor hating Dr. Cory's guts as much as Logan did.


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"Logan, please open this door," Tudor said, knocking on his door.

After, his meeting with Dr. Cory, he went to go find Logan but found he locked himself in his room and wouldn't come out.

"Do you want us to knock the door down?" Davis asked, coming behind him.

"No…not yet," Tudor said.

"Logan this is childish. I just want to talk. Please open the door!"

Nothing happened.

"Open the door! That's an order!"

Tudor sighed when nothing happened again. What could he being in there?

"Okay knock it down."

Davis and Willis both stood in front of the door and kicked it down. They were big men so it wasn't that hard for them and the door was only made out of wood too.

Tudor walked in his room but no one was in there but the overwhelming stench of blood filled their noses. It was coming from the bathroom. He had to be in there since they heard groaning noises coming from there too.

"Uh Logan are you okay?" Tudor asked at the locked bathroom door.

"What is he doing?" he heard Willis to whisper to Davis.

No answer, again.

"Logan! Open the door!" he commanded.

No answer.

He nodded for Willis and Davis to knock down this door too. When they banged it down, they found Logan with his claws out, covered in blood, head to toe. It was his blood…

They all stared at him in horror, wondering what he the hell he was doing.

Logan only looked at them for a second and then continued cutting himself. He seem like he was looking for something.

"Son, what the hell are you doing?" Tudor asked.

"I'm not going back," Logan mumbled. "I can't go back. I can't go back. I won't go back. I won't let them. I won't go back. I won't go back."

He kept repeating that as he cut open his forearm to the bone, blood dripping out rapidly. He retracted his one clawed hands and felt around his own bone before his deep wound closed up. He didn't make a sound but the pain was displayed on his face. Logan was having some kind of panic attack to the extreme. He was trembling all over and his face was twitching. He was like a broken record player that kept repeating itself; it was horrifying to watch.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Willis said, running out of the room, holding his mouth.

"Okay…" Tudor said. "But why are you doing this?" They didn't try to stop him since they were afraid he might lose it and attack them and also they knew he would just heal himself.

He pointed at the sink with one of his clawed hands. "I found two trackers so far. I just need to find four more, four more, four more. Just four more..." He smiled but it was a scary insane smile.

They looked at the two small computer looking chips on the counter.

Tudor nodded. Now he kind of understood why he was doing this…?

"Uh okay…I can have a doctor find them for you instead of you doing this," he suggested.

Logan looked up and stopped. "No, no, no thank you, I don't trust d-doctors, doctors. Not that I appreciate everything, everything and I mean everything you done for me. You even have made me feel like a human, human for once…but I'm still being leased to you and I k-know, know you have to give me back whether you want to or not but I'm not going back if I can help it, help it, help it, help it."

Tudor gave him a sad look. He was right. He didn't want to give Logan back to those horrible people. I mean look what they did to him to make him act like this. No one deserved that.

Logan went back to cutting his flesh off, searching for those trackers. Davis couldn't take it anymore either and ran out of the room, throwing up in the process.

"Logan, please stop," Tudor said, coming closer.

Logan glared at him and stopped. "What? I know this is disgusting, you don't have to watch! Just go away! I have to get them out of me. I have to. I have to. I have to." His face twitched again.

"I'll help you find them," he offered.

"Why would you do that? Why would you do that?" he said twice like he couldn't help it. His was losing it big time. This was scarier than watching him go into his berserker rage.

Tudor gave him an encouraging smile. "Because I'm not going to let them take you back."


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Ahh what's going to happen? Me to know because I wrote it? Haha and don't worry you will find out! =D