Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men, nor do I own Supernatural. If I did, I probably wouldn't be doing this.
Chapter 1
Alberta Canada 1845
It's the shouting that woke him up.
Sneaking out of bed, he quickly and quietly snuck out of his room and onto the second floor landing. Peering through the banister railings, he had the perfect view for what had unfolded that night.
Thomas Creed, the grounds keeper, had shown up drunk. Again. Only this time, he was carrying a musket rifle.
He and Mother were arguing, loudly, when Father came running down the stairs to separate the two of them.
The loud bang of the gun causes his ears to ring. The musket going off is what brought his brother, James and Victor to come running out of James' room, only to see Father on the floor bleeding out. Mother was standing next to Thomas. She had tried to stop him from shooting Father.
James ran down to Father, he could see that it was too late. Even at the age of five years, he knew this.
Father tries to say something to James, but he never got the words out.
When Father thumped back to the ground, motionless, James started to shake. When James looked down at his hands, he saw that out of his hands, in-between James' knuckles, sprouted claws made of bones.
James screamed. Whether in pain or grief, it was unclear. James spun around, and charged at Thomas. And before anyone knew it, James had taken his claws and impaled them into Thomas' stomach.
Even from the second floor, he heard what Thomas said to James, "He's not your father."
James, shocked, turns to look at John Howlett on the floor before turning back to look at his birth father. James' claws retract back into his hands, as he steps away in horror. Looking back at his Father, who is now slumped on the floor, with Mother leaning over him.
Mother looks at James in disgust and says, "What are you?"
James, frightened, turns and runs out the front door, leaving the estate behind. Not knowing that Victor ran after him.
That would be the last time that little five year old Matthew would see his brothers again for almost another 200 years.
Present Day
It's been about three weeks since Logan's, or James', memories were returned.
It's a lazy Saturday afternoon. Everyone is either outside playing, or hanging out with their friends.
As for Logan, he is sitting in the Living Room, flipping through channels, with a rootbeer in his hand (as Charles won't let him keep alcohol on the premises).
He flips to the news channel, spends two seconds looking at the screen, before going to the next channel. It takes him all of five seconds to realize what was on the news channel, before he is switching back to it, and staring intently at the live news report.
The reporter is standing in front of a house that had been broken into, where the man who lived there was brutally murdered. But it wasn't the reporter, or even what she was reporting on that held Logan's interest. It was the man standing in the background.
There, in a suit, standing next to two similarly dressed men, was a man with short reddish blonde hair, sharp features, and a goatee of the same color.
Logan knows that it's been a long time, and that the last time he saw him (if it's the same person), he was a little boy, but given the fact that he and Victor both survived… he had to be sure.
Quickly checking the location of where the murder site is, Logan turns the TV off, tells The Professor that somethings come up, and he'll be back in a week. Grabbing his go-bag, he makes his way to the garage, hops on his motorcycle, and takes off down the road.
Thank goodness, it's summer.