WARNING: the next 2 or 3 chapters are a mix between X men evolution and the Origin comic about Wolverine. if you want to know Logan's past to understand some of this go to this site (long yes. confusing kind of. but worth it? GOD YES!

This might not exactly follow the story line just right but hey. it's my story not theirs :0D Ok on with the story!

Ch.4

Logan closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. Dylan let out a small, muffled cry. "What have you done?" Dylan said. He stumbled for a few seconds and fell to the ground. Logan leapt out of the ring and grabbed Dylan under his arm. "Poor kid." Logan said in his low gruff voice. Logan extended his claws and slashed at the wall until there was a gaping hole wide enough to crawl through. Logan looked down and estimated the ground to be at least twenty feet below him, never the less Logan jumped.

Within a few minutes Dylan was safely rested in the sidecar on Logan's bike. They drove only a few short miles but for Logan it seemed like an eternity. He kept looking at Dylan over and over again. After about fifteen minutes they pulled up in the drive of an elegant mansion. Logan grabbed Dylan and slung him over his shoulder like a sack. Logan let out a sigh as he walked up to the mansion.

It was nearly seven the next morning until Dylan came to. "Ugh. my head. I feel like I've been hit by a truck." No my friend not a truck a dart. "WHERE DID THAT COME FROM. I heard it but I. I. didn't." "I'm sorry. that was me." Dylan sat up quickly to see a bald man in a wheel chair approaching him. Dylan looked around realizing he was no longer in the safe confines of the hotel room. The room he was in now was all white with only a few cots with white sheets. Dylan's head pounded with confusion. He tried hard to remember the day before, but all he could remember was a man with a gun. "Oh no.. Am I. am I. dead? Oh man. I'm too young. you must be God. or worse. Satan! GET AWAY FROM ME!" The bald man in the wheel chair held up a hand. "Now now, I am not God, and I certainly am not the devil." The man's voice was firm but comforting. "I am here to help. I know of your. ability's" Dylan was getting nervous, what abilities was this guy talking about? "Dylan I need you to do me a favor. lay down and relax. Dylan lay down as he was told but it was hard for him to relax.

The bald man put a hand on Dylan's forehead and closed his eyes. Dylan copied in closing his. Without trying to a wave a memories flooded Dylan's mind. Thoughts of his mother. Thoughts of back home. Then what he'd feared. thoughts of THAT night. A tear of frustration, pain, and anger ran down Dylan's cheek. Suddenly images that Dylan didn't recognize filled his mind. There was a lady he'd never seen before, in an old dress. A very old dress, possibly late 1800's. She was holding him close as people came nearer. A man stepped out of the shadows, he was tall and had jet black hair with long side burns, he had long bone claws extended out of each fist. The crowd of people seemed angry. Dylan saw himself as a small boy there. He was crying. The people came closer to the man and started throwing things at him. The young Dylan cried out to the people but no one would listen. He struggled free from the woman. And ran toward the crowd. "Don't hurt him! Don't hurt my daddy!" the boy screamed. The field they were in caught a blaze. and then the bald man took his hand away.

Dylan felt dizzy and frightened. "This cant possibly be." The man in the wheel chair said. "If these memories are correct. that means you're almost two hundred years old!" Dylan was in shock. "Who were the people?" "The woman holding you quite possibly be your mother. and you said that man was your father. But if that's so.that means your father is.is." The man trailed off. "Me." Logan said stepping out from behind them.