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This is also how I see Logan aka Wolverine's past. NOTHING may be accurate, but this is how I see everything.
Chapter 2
1937 - Spain
Years had past since memories of his lost love was brought about. The man, no longer a boy, but still young and in need of experience. Yet he cocked a gun, firing at some armed men. "Your not a bad shooter, kid." A short man had commented. His partner along with a Japanese woman. He was assigned to assist in the Canadian Government for this operation but suddenly they drew out, failing to warn them.
These two people were like them. He was fast and she, could was powerful in martial arts. She also was training him in the same order as well, but he wasn't even near her talent. "So shall we get acquainted better, eh?" The man puffed on a cigar. The Wolverine made a face, scooting away from him as he fired at a few more men.
The man laughed, holding his hand out. " 'Name's Eugene Milton Judd, but some of my pals call me Puck." The Wolverine glanced at his hand then back to his work in shooting down some other targets. He wanted it over with but the scent of fear and blood…seemed rather familiar. "Sooo what's yer name, kid?" Puck still pestered the boy, who was seemingly getting aggravated. "Look old man, I'm not fond with formalities."
Then a woman's voice was heard. She laughed softly, folding her arms under her well proportioned breasts. "Aren't you the rude one. You never told us your name, boy." The boy hesitated for a moment, knowing that responding with Wolverine would give people ideas. "…Patch." The words came out calmly. Yuriko, the Japanese woman gave a small smile to the boy. "Well, was that so hard now? I think we should go. The both men nodded, splitting off after Yuriko.
At a small hide out not to far, Puck was amusing himself by getting Patch stoned and sick to his stomach. "C'mon kid take another!" The short, rough guy nudged the Wolverine as he shoved another drink in front of him. The kid was in his twenties as least, and drinking needed to be broken in. Yuriko watched disapprovingly as the boy looked very ill. The results later was Wolverine vomiting almost everything he ate within the last 24 hours.
"He'll learn." Puck snickered as he puffed at the cigar, finding this all amusing. Yuriko rolled her eyes as she placed a cold rag upon the boy's forehead. The Wolverine seemed to be out cold at the moment.
That next day they didn't get word, so they mostly spent the day inside, especially Patch and Yuriko. The Japanese woman was teaching the Wolverine a few words in her native tongue. "Domo arigato gozaimasu. It means thank you very much." Patch sat up on the bed, repeating the words until he said it right. The woman was like a caring mother to him. She taught him about various weapons, martial arts, and how to speak Japanese. He got a kick out of it and was pretty darn good at learning it.
When Patch caught sight of Puck, he decided to try some Japanese on the short old man. "Oi. Puck-baabaa. Oushi wa baka desu ne." Yuriko couldn't help but snicker at the way he referred to him. First he stated that he was an old geezer then called him a rather stupid person. He was pretty much a fast learner in the Japanese dialect.
As the years progressed, the Canadian Government had wired the small group to separate after one final mission.
Gun fire blasted through the air in various directions from the Spanish Army. Puck, Patch and Yuriko fired with all the weapons they had until a stray bullet hit Yuriko. She screamed, backing up from the firing. Puck glanced back to her before shooting a few more bullets into the humans. As he ran to help her, a ray of machine gun bullets were fired into his back.
"NO!" Patch yelled as his bone claws extended, he roared, diving towards the men with a fiery rage in his eyes. The bullets that hit seemed to cause no effect as he ripped each human, limb by limb until there was nothing left. He turned to look at Puck and Yuriko, staring as they appeared motionless. "Guys..c'mon." He moved over to them, retracting his claws. "Wake up.." He nudged Puck and Yuriko.
Yuriko opened her eyes slowly, glancing up towards Patch with a small smile. "Hey..Sorry. I guess.." She paused, wincing from the pain. "..we..screwed up. Run, Patch. Escape while you can." With those last words, she fell unconscious.
Patch watched them for a while, with his head bowed. "I'll never forget you."
This is also how I see Logan aka Wolverine's past. NOTHING may be accurate, but this is how I see everything.
Chapter 2
1937 - Spain
Years had past since memories of his lost love was brought about. The man, no longer a boy, but still young and in need of experience. Yet he cocked a gun, firing at some armed men. "Your not a bad shooter, kid." A short man had commented. His partner along with a Japanese woman. He was assigned to assist in the Canadian Government for this operation but suddenly they drew out, failing to warn them.
These two people were like them. He was fast and she, could was powerful in martial arts. She also was training him in the same order as well, but he wasn't even near her talent. "So shall we get acquainted better, eh?" The man puffed on a cigar. The Wolverine made a face, scooting away from him as he fired at a few more men.
The man laughed, holding his hand out. " 'Name's Eugene Milton Judd, but some of my pals call me Puck." The Wolverine glanced at his hand then back to his work in shooting down some other targets. He wanted it over with but the scent of fear and blood…seemed rather familiar. "Sooo what's yer name, kid?" Puck still pestered the boy, who was seemingly getting aggravated. "Look old man, I'm not fond with formalities."
Then a woman's voice was heard. She laughed softly, folding her arms under her well proportioned breasts. "Aren't you the rude one. You never told us your name, boy." The boy hesitated for a moment, knowing that responding with Wolverine would give people ideas. "…Patch." The words came out calmly. Yuriko, the Japanese woman gave a small smile to the boy. "Well, was that so hard now? I think we should go. The both men nodded, splitting off after Yuriko.
At a small hide out not to far, Puck was amusing himself by getting Patch stoned and sick to his stomach. "C'mon kid take another!" The short, rough guy nudged the Wolverine as he shoved another drink in front of him. The kid was in his twenties as least, and drinking needed to be broken in. Yuriko watched disapprovingly as the boy looked very ill. The results later was Wolverine vomiting almost everything he ate within the last 24 hours.
"He'll learn." Puck snickered as he puffed at the cigar, finding this all amusing. Yuriko rolled her eyes as she placed a cold rag upon the boy's forehead. The Wolverine seemed to be out cold at the moment.
That next day they didn't get word, so they mostly spent the day inside, especially Patch and Yuriko. The Japanese woman was teaching the Wolverine a few words in her native tongue. "Domo arigato gozaimasu. It means thank you very much." Patch sat up on the bed, repeating the words until he said it right. The woman was like a caring mother to him. She taught him about various weapons, martial arts, and how to speak Japanese. He got a kick out of it and was pretty darn good at learning it.
When Patch caught sight of Puck, he decided to try some Japanese on the short old man. "Oi. Puck-baabaa. Oushi wa baka desu ne." Yuriko couldn't help but snicker at the way he referred to him. First he stated that he was an old geezer then called him a rather stupid person. He was pretty much a fast learner in the Japanese dialect.
As the years progressed, the Canadian Government had wired the small group to separate after one final mission.
Gun fire blasted through the air in various directions from the Spanish Army. Puck, Patch and Yuriko fired with all the weapons they had until a stray bullet hit Yuriko. She screamed, backing up from the firing. Puck glanced back to her before shooting a few more bullets into the humans. As he ran to help her, a ray of machine gun bullets were fired into his back.
"NO!" Patch yelled as his bone claws extended, he roared, diving towards the men with a fiery rage in his eyes. The bullets that hit seemed to cause no effect as he ripped each human, limb by limb until there was nothing left. He turned to look at Puck and Yuriko, staring as they appeared motionless. "Guys..c'mon." He moved over to them, retracting his claws. "Wake up.." He nudged Puck and Yuriko.
Yuriko opened her eyes slowly, glancing up towards Patch with a small smile. "Hey..Sorry. I guess.." She paused, wincing from the pain. "..we..screwed up. Run, Patch. Escape while you can." With those last words, she fell unconscious.
Patch watched them for a while, with his head bowed. "I'll never forget you."