In some bar within a logging town. A man sits drinking in the corner. Ignored by the other patrons. Continuing uninterrupted, taking a swig. Scent of stale beer, cheap cigarettes and gasoline. Every now and then, that familiar scent hit. Rusted iron, the kind that leaks out of bodies. Reaching the end of the bottle. Yanking a few crumpled bills out. Only a few notice as he left his seat.

Logan, a mutant who soon became the ultimate weapon. A man beyond an natural life. Age had gifted knowledge and pain. Over the years has become proficient at what he does. It wasn't nice.

Eyes latched as he walked out. Few would challenge would have the courage to challenge him. A few conversations and laughs filled his ears. Outside winter had came, wind nipping. Unnoticed by Logan, wearing a simple leather coat. A few assholes leaning against his bike. Something he didn't take kindly to.

"Hey" catching their attention, as they seemed annoyed. "Would you mind gettin off my bike"

"Or what?"

"Or we have a big fuckin problem"

Tossing a cigarette to the road. As a few approached. Grinning as one threw a punch. Quickly breaking his hand as it connected. Groaning in pain, as Logan threw his own. A light jab still doing more damage than a sledgehammer.

"Last chance"

The others grabbed what they could get. Boards, pipes, broken bottles. Charging, evading their attempts to stike, countering with a few hits. Didn't take much to take down a gang of assholes. All fell groaning in pain, blood covered faces. Getting on the bike, starting its engine. Roar exploded as he peeled out the lot.

Driving down a darkened road. Wind rushing pass, continuously cutting through his jacket. Freezing, but unfazed no matter the temperature. A man who often worked alone. If needed he would join his comrades, on any battlefield. Focused on the trail before him. An awful smell touched his nose. Scent of death getting stronger, even more so as he drove. Soon hearing a buzzing, faint though not obscured. An unknown flew past almost running him off-road.

"The fuck!"

Peering into the dark, a figure charged. Carrying him off his bike soon crashing without a rider. Taking Logan further above. A familiar snitk as three blades erected from his knuckles. Gripping a wing then slicing it off. The creature howled as it began a quick descent. Hitting the earth below, bouncing like a skipping stone. Halted by a tree, making contact as blood decorated it.

"Shit, that's sure to leave a dent" growling as any injury received began to heal. Crunching twigs and leafs, the creature had returned. What followed sounded akin to locusts. Similar winged beast surrounded, ready to pounce. Wearing armor with unknown etchings on it, with an omega sign. Acting like hounds on the hunt. The way moved and had corralled him into a circle. "So you wanna fight?"

Popping out both pairs of claws. Snarling at the enclosing creatures. Stampeding, clashing head on with a charge. Slashing wildly killing any that challenged. A few spewd fire burning flesh. Fighting through the flames decapitating it. Breathing heavily, glancing up catching sight of a swarm. Rushing deeper into the wilderness, putting distance between him and them.

Snapping back, slicing two out the air. A few circling him on foot, slicing a tree to break their formation. Charging those not fast enough to react. Digging blades deep within each one. Sniffing the air ince more, blood running off his hands. Another scent foreign to the hunter.

"Alien"

Stopping as another smell caught him. This was different like Hellfire and dead flesh. Stomping out the shadows stood a giant. A black mane covering most of his head. Strange armor, similar to the others with that same symbol. Equipped with a club, large and bulky, difficult to wield if not mastered. The giant chuckled being underwhelmed by his target.

"This, this creature is supposed to be the weapon?"

Logan snarled barring his teeth. The unknown grinned holding his weapon. Nodding as more of the creatures appeared. Logan roared charging. Swarming, still unable to stop him. Cutting down any that stood in his wake.

"Argh!!" Breaking through the horde. Rushing toward their leader. Leaping, only to be swatted back. Smashing into a tree, shaking it off.

Attempting another assault, the giant swung his club. Ducking slashing into his side. Blood leaked wincing in pain. Anger overcame the enemy, catching Wolverine. The unknown gripped his ankle throwing him away. Flying at high speed skipping across the ground.

"A insignificant wound, you can't harm me! Kalibak! Son of Darkseid!!"

'Darksied?' The name unfamiliar. By its sound, could be alien or even mystic in nature. Logan charged zig zagging as unable to predict his moves. The aliens glare, trained on him watching for any tells. Kalibak raised his club swinging it. He ducked sliding underneath. Cutting the tendons behind his legs.

"Argh! You insignificant ant!!" Gripping his head, Kalibak slammed him down. Pinning Logan down, struggling to escape. A strike to the head hit, then another. Severely beating the mutant down. Til he no longer saw movement. Rising as Parademons surrounded their prey. "Restrain him, we don't want the rodent to harm anyone"

Nearing Logans body, spotting his chance. Wolverine shot up digging his claws in the creature. Reacting it struggled soon flying off. Holding on til at least being a mile away. Landing the killing blow. A crash landing was unavoidable. Rising the mutants clothes burnt or slashed away. Revealing the X-Man suit underneath. Tearing away the rest of the charred cloth. Now soaked in melted snow. Breathed frosted with each exhale.

Looking back seeing the creatures tracking him. Using his head start to get away. Running away wasn't a option for Logan. Outnumbered by an unknown enemy. Were they just tracking him? Or was it happening everywhere and he was just late for the party. Not losing a step barely keeping ahead of the horde.

"They ain't giving up" growling as he kept his pace. Sprinting over rocks and pass trees. Hearing what chased him closing in.

Miles behind stood Kalibak watching. Amused as the apokoliptin creatures followed. Why his father wanted this human was beyond him. As Kalibak could best any other.

"He seems to think otherwise" Dr. Bedlam faded into view. Face distorted to match the evil within. As one of Apokolips best scientist, he found this earth much more intriguing. Hovering above the ground beside his masters son. "It would be best to capture him before he makes it to the beast"

Growling at the apparition who only grinned. Stomping in pursuit of the mutant. A stubborn and unruly child since birth. Chuckling escaped Bedlam as he faded out of existence. Each member of the horde sniffed the air, trying to find their target.

Dashing beneath a crevice staying hidden. Logan wasn't going to lose them. They were targeting him, but unknown to who they were. Their scent didn't march any alien species he knew. Pulling his mask on, as large footsteps trembling the earth. Scent matched the one from earlier.

"Kalibak, did you acquire the weapon?"

"No, its proving to be a challenge"

"Hurry, were starting to close in on the beast before he turns, reach him before the other does"

Ending the transmission leaving in search for his target. Overhearing their discussion, it seemed he wasn't the only one. By the way they were talking, they were most likely after Banner. Darting out as soon as he left. Advancing onward, catching sight of a road. Spotting a oncoming truck, not wasting his chance Logan rushed to make it.

"Shit" hearing the horde returning. Exerting himself past his limit, just as the truck pass. Logan leaped catching back wagon, taking cover in a pile of hay. The horde flew onto the road, searching for his presence. It was going to a long ride to where he needed to be.

Area 51

Bruce Banner had taken resident in his former lab. Beyond the well quiet and well kept scientist, was an uncontrolled power. One to rival gods and shake the heavens. Bruce had noticed a series of anomalies. A continuous invasions or transportation from dimensions outside his world. They were sure to leave residue of sorts.

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Glancing up a crumbles of dirt fell. Something had landed on the roof. No one should know that he was here. So why was there a visitor present. Footsteps landed heavily on as it traveled down. Reaching the front door, balling hands into fists. A moment of quiet hit. Nothing the ticking of his watch.

Shock covered his face as Logan bursted through the door. Huffing out heavy breather after another.

"Banner, we need to get you outta here"

"What? Logan what's wrong how did you find me?"

"How many times did we fight? You think I wouldn't remember your scent?"

"What's wrong? Why're you here?"

Bruce heard what sounded like a swarm giant grasshoppers, it crept closer. Both stood ready Logan sniffed the air. Eyes widening, grabbing Bruce by the collar. Pulling him to an underground shaft. The roof caved in as swarms of creatures flooded within. Logan dragged Bruce behind who attempted to remain calm. Hoping he wouldn't in such an enclosed space.

"Don't Hulk out just yet Banner"

The swarm continued into the dormant lab. Reaching outside as a vent cover flew off. Wolverine exited first seeing the swarms trying to chase after them. Bruce body began to shift and morph. First his skin pigment changed into a shade of green, muscles began to reshape, bones broke and expanded. Soon his clothes began to rip and tear due to his size altering. Voice deepening as the Hulk was rising out.

The horde surrounded the two. Logan watched as they did him. Hissing and growling at the two. All back an inch or two, as a shadow loomed over Wolverine. Out the corner of his eye, stood a behemoth. Logan grinned.

"Rrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Rrrrrggghhhhh!"

Hulk roared as Logan snarled unleashing his claws. The swarm charged, Kalibak and another watched. He outgrew the young apokoliptin by a couple of feet. Wearing thick ebony armor, with a crimson trim. Holding a battleaxe, sharp enough to cut through steel. Eyes red as the blazes of Apokolips. Steppenwolf, the General of Darkseids army

"We're too late"

"We're never too late" staring down at his nephews son. Nodding for Kalibak to enter the fray. Gritting his teeth, lumbering into the storm of battle. Steppenwolf awaited as Bedlam appeared. "Do you have it?"

"Yes" handing a few pellets.

Smirking as he too entered in the hunt.

Hulk killed off waves of parademons. Unrelenting, or merciful, scorched skin that quickly healed. A pile of scrap and flesh piled as Logan stood over it painted green. Their blood dripping of his claws, soaking his uniform. Crushing one in his grasp, Hulk threw the carcass away. Steppenwolf saw his chance, tossing the pellets. Bursting into a cloud of purple smoke.

"Rrrrgggghhh!" Growling as the smoke blurred his vision. Throwing wild attacks, at anything he saw. Chuckling as Steppenwolf toyed with the beast. Poking, striking from random blindspots. Hulk began to cough, movements began to slow down. Falling to his hands and knees. Reverting back to a more human form.

"Banner!-" a large fist crashed into Wolverines back. Blood ran out his mouth. Another strike hit putting him further into the ground. Unmoving, as Kalibak smiled standing over his prey.

"Give them the sedative, and let us be off"