Running was hard, running in icy cold snow was harder still. He hated snow, he hated his blackouts, he hated the horrible voices inside his head. His chest ached from breathing in the snowy air, his throat burned and he desperately wanted to stop running.

But it had happened again. His world had returned to him in a wash of crimson and screams.

His bare feet had gone numb a while ago and his hospital garb provided little protection from the bitter Russian winter. Soon he slowed and came to a stop, looking around him. Not knowing where he was he started walking and wrapped his arms around his chest, shivers racking his thin frame.

Soon he came upon an empty and undisturbed playground, he liked playgrounds. He opened the gate and went to sit on a swing, leaning his head against the cold metal chain.

He was going to freeze here, but that was okay, maybe he'd stop hurting people then. His eyes drooped, he was so tired, so very tired. The crunching of snow alerted him to new arrivals, he opened his eyes and looked at the newcomers.

A man, and a woman. They were loud, their voices echoing in his head as they approached. Red met blue as he met the man's gaze briefly, his voice becoming clear for the length of the gaze. He felt like warmth, but there were echoes of pain and anger. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out save for a puff of breath. Formulating sentences was hard at the best of times, even in his native tongue, he knew the words in English, having learned them from the voices, but he couldn't say them properly. The cold was making his limited capabilities even more limited, so he looked to the woman.

"Hello Ivan. My name is Ororo Munroe and this is Logan." her hair was the same as his, white and long, but where hers was full of life and framed her face beautifully, his hung in a stringy mess.

"Storm..." Ivan blinked, "That's... That's what he calls you... and they call you... Wol... Wolverine" he looked at the man again, as he struggled with the word, then back at snow. "You... should... let... freeze." he whispered, his brain's ability to function was diminishing fast.

"Why would we do that kid?" the man's gruff voice came as a growl, not a mean one but comforting to him. "We're here to bring you to someone who can help."

"Can't help... monster..." he slumped forward, his body finally fading into blissful numbness and darkness. He felt strong arms catch him before his mind finally went dark.

It was nice, no voices.