Chapter II

Chapter II: Forgotten Beginnings

It was a cold day, but the winter's chill didn't seem to bother the man named Wolverine. His rapid healing would prevent him from catching hypothermia. He was finally going to get the answers he had been looking for. The complex was an underground bunker, and the entrance was a steel door along the backside of a rock face. He noticed that it had been abandoned in a hurry.

The overpowering memories returned. The pain. The demonic man in the black coat. People looking over him like he was some kind of a cash cow. Strange fluids. Sinister grins. Men in hazard suits drinking champagne, marveling over their damned accomplishment. His knuckles ripped open as fine tipped blades of adementium tore through them His mind was on fire. He dropped to his knees. He let out a scream of utter torment.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

And, just as suddenly. He was back in the forest, surrounded by trees and snow. He looked at the door ahead of him, both eager for and terrified of the secrets that lay inside.

Inside, he found frayed electrical wires, still sparking. All the tools from the ademantium bonding process still lay scattered about. it was dark. Wolverine wondered who had caused such a mess, until he noticed the tree evenly spaced slashes on the equipment.

"I'm not going to find anything here." Wolverine thought to himself. He noticed that he had slashed all the computers, and there were no journals or memorandums in sight.

A door caught his eye. It wasn't in what he had assumed was his escape route, and it looked relatively untouched. He ascended the staircase. He reached for the doorknob, but realized it was locked. A small grin came over his face. He enjoyed making doors. Within seconds, the door was down.

Inside, one computer was still operational. Logan turned it on. There was on file of interest to him: THE WEAPON X PROJECT. He opened the file and began reading.

Today, we shall begin the ademantium feed, for the thirteenth trial run. The last twelve soldiers to undergo this procedure are sadly no longer with us. However, it has been brought to our attention that a certain Captain Logan has unusual healing abilities. This may allow us to begin the bonding. An "escort" will deliver him to us this evening.

- LT. Jack Lee,

Department H, Canadian Military

"You did a great job redecorating, runt"

Logan spun around, his adementium claws sprouting out in the blink of an eye.

"Sabretooth?"

"I was wondering when you'd recognize me. But you couldn't, isn't that right? It's a pity your memory was wiped clean?"

"Creed?"

"Well, who did you think I was? You, Captain Logan. The best of the best. Always the man for a mission. Maybe I wasn't good enough for them. They had their man for the job. That's why I told them"

"Told them what?"

"About your powers, of course. Get you out of the way. I rose pretty quickly through the ranks once you went schizo."

It was all coming back. Victor Creed. He was some farm kid in Logan's unit. Always causing problems. His father sent him to the military because of his animalistic tendencies. He was always scrapping with the other soldiers, and Logan had to put him in his place several times.

A rage overtook him. He leapt forward, but Sabretooth dodged. He stood up to catch a shelf in the back of the head. He shook it off and readied himself. The shelf came around again, but Wolverine ducked it this time. He spun his foot out and caught Sabretooth in the back of the shin, toppling him. He pinned him down and raised his clawed hand over Sabretooth's face.

"You know what they say. The bigger they are.."

Sabretooth kicked, catching Wolverine in the groin. He let out a panther's screech, and leapt away. Wolverine stood up, shaking off the dirt.

"Just like him to run away once the fight gets good."