CHAPTER 2
"They're really in there deep," Jean Grey said as she pulled the pellets from Logan's chest, "This might hurt a little," She dug deep for one.
"Aargh… shit, yeah, just a little." He was back in Manhattan at Proffessor X's school for the gifted (AKA Mutant Academy), "So hows stuff going here?"
"Good, I guess."
"How's the kid?"
"Rogue?"
"Yeah."
"She's doing good. She's still trying to learn how to harness her power. But she's got a long way to go."
"Aahh, dammit!" Logan grumbled under his breath as some more pellets got pulled out.
"Calm down, almost done. Oh, this one's really deep…"
"FUCK!"
* * *
Logan snuk up on Rogue as she was watching TV, "What ya watching, Kid?"
She turned around, "Logan!" She jumped out of her chair and hugged him, "What are you doing here?"
"I got shot. With a friggin shotgun, too. I needed Jean to pull the pellets out. Hurts like a bitch."
"How'd you get shot?" Rogue sounded Worried.
"I just got in a fight with a guy. No big deal. I'm fine. Forget about it. How are things with you?"
"Everything's good, but how are you."
"Good."
"How long are you staying?"
"I can't stay. I gotta leave."
"Why? You just got here."
"I've got stuff to do. I have a name of the guy who was running the people who put that shit in me. I'm gonna find them, and I may be able to find my life before that."
"Can't you just stay until tomorrow?"
"I wish I could. But I have to leave. Sorry."
* * *
Back in Vancouver, Darren picked Logan up from the airport. "How's it going?" Darren asked him in the car.
"Good, you find anything new while I was gone?"
Darren pulled some papers from the dash board and handed it to Logan.
"What's this?"
"That's a list I found on the internet of all the Johnothan Hargers in BC."
"How many are there?"
"Not too many, actually. Only about 25."
"That's pretty good."
* * *
Logan sat in his kitchen that night, trying to narrow down the number on the list by looking at their occupations and age. He assumed that Harger would be at least over 40 years old and have a military related occupation, or was retired. He had finished lowering it down to five when he heard a knock on the door.
He got up to answer it. At the door was man dressed in black with a toque and a ski mask, "What the fuck!?"
The stranger pulled a pistol up but by the time he could pull the trigger, the gun was only existent in small pieces on the ground.
The man looked at his former weapon, "Shit!"
Logan punched him in the stomach, pulled him into the corridor, pushed him against the wall, and punched more. He punched the man's stomach until he started to spit out blood. "Who are you. What the fuck are you doing here?"
The man had no reply.
"ANSWER, MOTHERFUCKER!"
"Harger sent me to kill you. And I always follow through with my orders…" A knife came up from his back and dove into Wolverine's chest, spraying blood all over both Logan and the assassin's faces.
Wolverine merely removed the blade and jabbed it into his opponent's leg.
"SHIT, you fucker, I'll murder you." He kicked logan to the other side of the hall, and noticed that there was no blood on his chest, "Where the hell is the wound?"
While distracted by his amazement of Wolverine's healing, the assassin took a claw in his other leg, "SON OF A BITCH!!"
Logan pushed him into the room and threw him at the table, snapping it in half, "Why does Harger want me dead?"
"I don't know. He said something about you learning too much."
"Why did he erase my memory after the operation? What is he hiding?"
"What operation, I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't know what he was talking about. I'm just an assassin. If I'm hired to kill someone, I do it, no questions asked. Don't hurt me anymore. I won't kill you."
"Where did this guy live?"
"I don't know, we met on a street."
"Useless. Get the fuck out of here. If I see you again, I'll kill you," Logan said, removing the man's ski mask, when he suddenly had a strange memory pop into his head. From before the operation. It was Logan getting knocked out in the street by the assassin and five others, "YOU LIED! Get up fucker!" He threw him across the room, "I've seen you before!"
The assassin pulled out a Two-Way radio, "JIMMY, GET UP HERE QUICK!"
Logan ran at the man, screaming "YOU MOTHERFUCKER, I'M GONNA SLICE YOU INTO FUCKING SUSHI!!" He lifted the man into the ceiling and then dropped him to the ground, breaking the floor boards. He ripped the man's stomach open with his claws and threw him out the window with his blood and intestines splattering, and hitting the ground before the empty body.
A few seconds later, three men ran through the door. Wolverine kicked one in the face, dodged a bullet from one man, and threw the other into the ground. The one still standing launched a couple more bullets, but missed, when Wolverine broke his arm, stole the gun, and put two slugs in his head.
The first man who was kicked down approached Logan with a knife, which became useless against Wolverine's claws witch went directly through the man's wrist, then through his heart.
The other ran at Wolverine from the kitchen, unarmed, and when wolverine punched his stomach with his claws out, the hand came through to his back.
Logan began to think to himself, 'That bastard Harger's got it coming for him, but with all these dead bodies, I'd best get out of this apartment and find a new place to stay.'
"They're really in there deep," Jean Grey said as she pulled the pellets from Logan's chest, "This might hurt a little," She dug deep for one.
"Aargh… shit, yeah, just a little." He was back in Manhattan at Proffessor X's school for the gifted (AKA Mutant Academy), "So hows stuff going here?"
"Good, I guess."
"How's the kid?"
"Rogue?"
"Yeah."
"She's doing good. She's still trying to learn how to harness her power. But she's got a long way to go."
"Aahh, dammit!" Logan grumbled under his breath as some more pellets got pulled out.
"Calm down, almost done. Oh, this one's really deep…"
"FUCK!"
* * *
Logan snuk up on Rogue as she was watching TV, "What ya watching, Kid?"
She turned around, "Logan!" She jumped out of her chair and hugged him, "What are you doing here?"
"I got shot. With a friggin shotgun, too. I needed Jean to pull the pellets out. Hurts like a bitch."
"How'd you get shot?" Rogue sounded Worried.
"I just got in a fight with a guy. No big deal. I'm fine. Forget about it. How are things with you?"
"Everything's good, but how are you."
"Good."
"How long are you staying?"
"I can't stay. I gotta leave."
"Why? You just got here."
"I've got stuff to do. I have a name of the guy who was running the people who put that shit in me. I'm gonna find them, and I may be able to find my life before that."
"Can't you just stay until tomorrow?"
"I wish I could. But I have to leave. Sorry."
* * *
Back in Vancouver, Darren picked Logan up from the airport. "How's it going?" Darren asked him in the car.
"Good, you find anything new while I was gone?"
Darren pulled some papers from the dash board and handed it to Logan.
"What's this?"
"That's a list I found on the internet of all the Johnothan Hargers in BC."
"How many are there?"
"Not too many, actually. Only about 25."
"That's pretty good."
* * *
Logan sat in his kitchen that night, trying to narrow down the number on the list by looking at their occupations and age. He assumed that Harger would be at least over 40 years old and have a military related occupation, or was retired. He had finished lowering it down to five when he heard a knock on the door.
He got up to answer it. At the door was man dressed in black with a toque and a ski mask, "What the fuck!?"
The stranger pulled a pistol up but by the time he could pull the trigger, the gun was only existent in small pieces on the ground.
The man looked at his former weapon, "Shit!"
Logan punched him in the stomach, pulled him into the corridor, pushed him against the wall, and punched more. He punched the man's stomach until he started to spit out blood. "Who are you. What the fuck are you doing here?"
The man had no reply.
"ANSWER, MOTHERFUCKER!"
"Harger sent me to kill you. And I always follow through with my orders…" A knife came up from his back and dove into Wolverine's chest, spraying blood all over both Logan and the assassin's faces.
Wolverine merely removed the blade and jabbed it into his opponent's leg.
"SHIT, you fucker, I'll murder you." He kicked logan to the other side of the hall, and noticed that there was no blood on his chest, "Where the hell is the wound?"
While distracted by his amazement of Wolverine's healing, the assassin took a claw in his other leg, "SON OF A BITCH!!"
Logan pushed him into the room and threw him at the table, snapping it in half, "Why does Harger want me dead?"
"I don't know. He said something about you learning too much."
"Why did he erase my memory after the operation? What is he hiding?"
"What operation, I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't know what he was talking about. I'm just an assassin. If I'm hired to kill someone, I do it, no questions asked. Don't hurt me anymore. I won't kill you."
"Where did this guy live?"
"I don't know, we met on a street."
"Useless. Get the fuck out of here. If I see you again, I'll kill you," Logan said, removing the man's ski mask, when he suddenly had a strange memory pop into his head. From before the operation. It was Logan getting knocked out in the street by the assassin and five others, "YOU LIED! Get up fucker!" He threw him across the room, "I've seen you before!"
The assassin pulled out a Two-Way radio, "JIMMY, GET UP HERE QUICK!"
Logan ran at the man, screaming "YOU MOTHERFUCKER, I'M GONNA SLICE YOU INTO FUCKING SUSHI!!" He lifted the man into the ceiling and then dropped him to the ground, breaking the floor boards. He ripped the man's stomach open with his claws and threw him out the window with his blood and intestines splattering, and hitting the ground before the empty body.
A few seconds later, three men ran through the door. Wolverine kicked one in the face, dodged a bullet from one man, and threw the other into the ground. The one still standing launched a couple more bullets, but missed, when Wolverine broke his arm, stole the gun, and put two slugs in his head.
The first man who was kicked down approached Logan with a knife, which became useless against Wolverine's claws witch went directly through the man's wrist, then through his heart.
The other ran at Wolverine from the kitchen, unarmed, and when wolverine punched his stomach with his claws out, the hand came through to his back.
Logan began to think to himself, 'That bastard Harger's got it coming for him, but with all these dead bodies, I'd best get out of this apartment and find a new place to stay.'