Selina's POV
I watched Logan as he almost completely choked on his beer at the mere mention of us attempting to take out HAMA. I rose a single eyebrow and sat back in my seat, waiting for him to compose himself.
"Are you out of your mind? This group is international. Not to mention they're like a damned Hydra. You cut off one head and three more spawn in its place," Logan said with a gruff and I had to cock my head at him and his nay saying words.
"Logan, we are nearly invincible and our claws are pretty much indestructible…who else is going to take out this group of prejudice, fearing assholes, if NOT us?" I said, pursing my lips together as I stared on at him, adjusting in my seat as he stared at me suddenly as if studying me.
"What all do you remember, Selina? 'Cause all of the sudden you seem mighty passionate about all this, whereas before you couldn't give a shit as long as you were out of harm's way," Logan retorted as I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, I am definitely still considered numero-uno, but with the HAMA constantly on my tail, it makes my lifestyle choices a bit more…difficult," I retorted and Logan stared on at me for a moment before drumming his fingers on the table. He then leaned forward, resting his elbows atop his knees.
"Selina, you're avoiding the question…what do you remember?" he asked again and I let out a deep sigh, running a hand through my blonde locks. I started to pick at the label of my beer bottle as I began to recount all the memories that flooded into my brain only mere moments ago.
"Well, I suppose the parts you'd be most interested in hearing are the parts that concern, the shiny claws. Doubt you want to hear the sob story of my upbringing, turn to thievery and an affair with a bat," I said with a smirk, still picking at the label. Logan sat back in his chair, raising an eyebrow.
"A bat?" he asked and I shook my head vigorously.
"Don't ask…okay, well it all started with me being kidnapped by some black unmarked van. I was actually grabbed right off the street. I'm not even sure how they knew what I was unless they had been following me and happened to see me in action," I said, attempting a momentary glance at Logan as he sat still, deadpanned, and waiting for me to continue.
"Before they pulled me from the van, they drugged me. I kept waking up on and off as I drifted in and out of consciousness. It was during one of those brief moments that I heard Malcolm Colcord for the speak first time. The woman seemed concerned that I wouldn't survive the procedure because I was…different. Colcord wasn't hearing any of it because all he needed to know was that I had a healing factor, and that was that," I said, not managing the ability to make eye contact with Logan.
"Why was she saying you were different?" Logan said in a hushed decibel. I smiled to myself as I adjusted in my seat.
"One revelation at a time, Wolvie," I said and offered him a playful wink before continuing.
"They realized the drugs were wearing off at that point and…drugged me again. When I woke up, I was in some sort of incubation type tank filled with water. I had a breathing apparatus in my mouth and I was completely restrained. I tried to move my limbs, tried to escape, but it was useless,"I continued as I took a moment to glance over at Logan. Mention of the water tank made him adjust in his seat and I noticed his hand started to clutch at the table. He squared off his jaw before nodding in my direction as a sign to continue.
"Colcord attempted to 'soothe' me by telling me that once the whole procedure was done that I'd be 'thankful', that they were going to make me better, stronger. All I remembered thinking was how to get out of there and if I could manage it before this so called, 'procedure' started. I was wrong," I had continued, as I watched Logan's grip become so tight on the table it was starting to crack. I rose an eyebrow.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked and he slowly shook his head no as he stared down to the ground. I cleared my throat before continuing.
"What followed was the most excruciating pain I have ever felt in my entire life. They were pumping liquid metal into my entire body and I could feel my bones accepting and rejecting it all in the same moment. I passed out at some point and when I woke up again, I was escorted to this room where…and I'll cut to the chase, they forced me to test out my powers and new shiny claws to the most of my ability." I was about to continue before Logan scooted forward on his seat and stared at me.
"Wait a minute – did they say why they wanted you to fight?" Logan asked and I gave an absent shrug.
"He said I was in Neverland and I had to prove that I was useful and hoped that I'd volunteer for his program. Why, does that mean something to you?" I asked as I watched Logan rake his hands through his hair and then drag them down his stubble face with a growl.
"When I-,when I escaped the original Weapon X program, which sounds like a project Colcord has started up again, but when I escaped Colcord tried to stop me and I nearly tore his face off. After that he became completely obsessed with mutants and took over Weapon X. He started to recruit mutants to work in his little pet projects and tried to recruit me using this mutant named Sabretooth against me," he started and the name of the said mutant made me quirk a brow.
"Sabretooth, huh? Sounds like my kinda feline," I said with a wicked grin as Logan looked over at me, slowly furrowing his eyebrows.
"He's an assassin and clearly has rabies," Logan responded and I smirked at him before leaning forward and dragging a finger across his cheek lightly.
"Oh, is somebody jealous? Don't worry…I much prefer doggy style, anyway," I said as Logan stared at me for a moment, clearing his throat.
"Anyway, needless to say…he didn't get a chance to recruit me and got to live with a scar on his face for the rest of his life to remember me by," Logan said and I began to play with the cuticles on each of my fingers as I continued my story.
"Well, he didn't recruit me either. After he forced me to go all berserk on this weird snake cyborg looking thing they brought in to fight me…my berserker rage continued until I nearly killed everyone in my path and escaped. Definitely not one of my prouder moments in life. Lacked finesse and stealth too much for my taste," I said with a grimace before I managed to make eye contact with him again.
"Does it hurt you too…every time you take them out to play?" I asked raising my eyebrows and staring on at him like an adolescent attempting to make it through growing pains. He nodded slowly as he made a fist, uncoiled his fingers, and then made a fist again.
"It does, but you get used to it. I hardly even notice anymore to be honest," Logan said as I stared down at my own hands with a light sigh. I had been doing just dandy with the healing factor and night vision given to me, the claws just made me the ultimate freak show.
"You still haven't told me why you're…different," he said as I leaped up from my chair, immediately prepared to derail this conversation straight off a cliff if necessary.
"Whew, look at the time! If we're going to track down HAMA tomorrow, we're going to need our beauty rest. Well, at least me anyhow," I said with a light twirl of my hips.
"Selina…," Logan began not clearly as amused with my antics as I was. He sat back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest with a grunt, and stared on at me.
"Logan, please it is super late and I'd at least like to get a roll in the hay out of you before I open THAT particular trap door. You'll think I'm completely nuts," I said, starting to turn away, ready to completely end the conversation before I felt his hand grip on my elbow almost tenderly. Wow, and here I thought this guy had two modes…grumpy and grumpier.
"Try me. I've seen a lot of shit in a hundred years," Logan said and I offered a light smile before dragging my fingers through blonde locks. I cleared my throat and sat on the edge of the table.
"I should've been dead a few years ago. I had a rare moment of distraction and misjudgment on a job. Some thug surprised me by showing up on a floor I had deemed completely clear and I surprised him just as much to which he responded by shoving my ass out a window. When my face hit concrete, I would've either been a paraplegic the rest of my life or died shortly after," I started as Logan's lips slowly parted and eyes grew wide.
"Jesus Christ, Selina," he said and I held up a finger as a sign for him to hold all comments and applause till the end of the story.
"Oh, I haven't even gotten to the best part yet, Kibbles. So, I'm lying there thinking of my entire life's choices and dozens and dozens of cats start coming from the shadows. Some nibble at my fingers, others just licked, but then there was this one cat in particular. The cat we ran into randomly in the woods earlier? Same exact one. I'd recognize the silver with black spots and tail that looked like it had been dipped in black paint, anywhere." Logan went to move his lips as if he was about to speak and I held up my hand again, needing to finish this crazy ass story or I may not actually finish it.
"That cat, it stared at me for a few moments as if contemplating something and then came up to me and placed its mouth over mine. I passed out at some point during this mouth to mouth resuscitation and when I came to…I was completely healed, had night vision, and as I discovered later…the healing factor," I said and Logan's jaw visibly dropped down even further.
"You've gotta be fucking shitting me," he said and I rolled my eyes at him, letting out a sigh.
"What part about, let me finish is not clear to you?" I asked as I raised my eyebrows to him. I waited a few moments, and once satisfied he was officially shutting up, continued my story.
"Earlier, when I got all my memories back, it was because of the cat. The cat…is Bastet, an Egyptian cat goddess. She serves as a protector of women of sorts and apparently as she revealed to me when she gave me my memories back, including some of her own, she chose me to help carry on her legacy in a way, in this time period and gave me the additional means to do so. Aside from my innate burglary skills, sultriness, and acrobatics I already possessed, of course," I said as I cleared my throat and slowly stood from the table looking over my shoulder to him as he stood there dumbfounded.
"So…you're not a mutant, but a resurrected cat goddess who was brought back to life by a domestic house cat?" Logan said, sarcasm clearly lacing his tone. I rolled my eyes at him with a sigh.
"Not resurrected, gifted by a goddess and not just any cat…an Egyptian Mau," I responded to him and he threw up his hands in defense.
"Oh, EXCUSE me…yes, an Egyptian Mau, that makes it all the more sane. Whew, you had me going there," he said with a chuckle and I slowly narrowed my eyes at him.
"Screw you, Teen Wolf. Believe it or not, that's the truth…I am not a mutant, and I am going to sleep. I suggest you do the same, we need your sniffer in full form tomorrow," I said as I started to move away from the table.
"Sure you don't need a saucer of milk heated up or something first?" Logan retorted towards me, which made me stop in my tracks. I turned around on my heel and took a few steps towards him, my body leaning down to meet his face with mine. I placed one hand on the seat directly in front of his crotch and then used my fingers to trace the outer rim of his ear, my breath lightly caressing his lips.
"Only if you share some catnip with me first," I said, a smirk slowly played across my lips before I stood straight up and made my way over to the bed. Logan sat there for several moments staring off into space before he was able to rise from his seat and adjust his jeans.
The next day, with the help of Logan's esteemed canine smelling powers…we managed to track our way to one of the many HAMA hideouts. I had been currently scaling the side of the building, clutching to the gutters along the way as I did so. I glanced down below to see Logan impatiently pacing back and forth, occasionally looking up at me as he did so. I paused by a window, unleashed my claws and proceeded to cut a piece of glass out so that I could unlatch the window. Déjà vu right then or what? Once inside I snuck my way around until I reached a window near where Logan was, so that he too could climb his way inside.
"I could've just smashed a window for cripes sake, instead of waiting around watching your little circus act," he whispered and I put my hands on my hips, glaring on at him.
"Oh sure, and alert every single HAMA agent in the mean time? Honestly, you're such a brute," I whispered back as he only offered a glare back in return. We surveyed each and every floor of the building and soon realized that there wasn't a single living soul in the entire compound.
"How could they have possibly known we were coming?" I asked, looking around at the items that made it appear they left in a hurry. There was a half drunk mug of coffee, unstacked papers littered about, lights were still on, and even more important…a computer was still on. I wriggled my fingers together before I moved to sit down in the computer chair. Logan grabbed my waist and rose an eyebrow at me.
"Haven't you heard to never sit in someone else's desk chair?" he asked and I slowly looked from left to right as I let the question register. My face then formed into a disgusted grimace before nodding once.
"Excellent point," I said as I pressed the spacebar on the keyboard to bring the machine to life. A prompt popped up asking for a password. Of course, there was a password!
"Could we be so lucky that the HAMA are complete dumb asses?" Logan asked and I gave an idle shrug.
"Only one way to find out," I said and proceeded to put in all the most common, half-witted passwords known to man such as: Password, Password123, Password12345, thisismypassword. None of these passwords were actually the password, mind you and so I sat there and tapped a finger on my lower lip in thought before I slowly typed in: HAMARules! This…was the password.
"What a bunch of fucking idiots," Logan mumbled as I smiled widely.
"All the more easy for us to corrupt them, my dear," I said in response as I began to sift through the files. I pulled up files on both Logan and myself, which received equalized annoyed grunts from both of us.
"Do you see any on Jean or Scott Summers?" he asked and I went to the folder marked with an 'S', not seeing any as I shook my head. I started to look through files at random before I noticed a file that had been minimized before they left. I cocked my head as I read the file aloud.
"Name: Waylon Jones, Known Aliases: Killer….Croc," I read as I pursed my lips together and looked over my shoulder at Logan.
"I know where they're going," I said as I stood straight up, already starting to walk off towards the door.
"Selina, where are they going?" Logan asked and I stared at him for a moment before speaking.
"My home turf…Gotham City. We'll stop by my place before we start sleuthing. I could use a change of clothes," I said with a smirk and off we went, back to the city of the lost and deranged.