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A rush of feelings and memories flooded through Logan's senses, as he lay awake in his bed. A memory flashed through his mind's eye, one that he had hoped was forever forgotten…
~*Flashback*~
The halls were dark save for the soft glow coming from a candle inside one of the bedrooms. Shouting could be heard within the bedroom followed by a 'THUMP' and more shouting. Young James neared the door and pushed it the rest of the way open as he rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"Papa? Is that you? I heard a noise-"
-BLAM!-
The sound of a gun firing off echoed throughout his ears as he watched with wide eyes his father fall to the floor in a puddle of his own blood.
"Papa! Papa… NO! Papa!" He cried out rushing to the corps's side already knowing the horrible truth but denying it, "Papa, it's me! James! Oh… Papa…"
Then everything went blurry and all he could hear was his own voice screaming in anger and pain…
~*End of Flashback*~
Logan turned onto his stomach burying his face into his pillow.
That had been the night his mutation had surfaced.
"I'm scared…" A voice whispered and he lifted his head looking in the direction of the voice.
James stood by the door; his blue eyes shining in the dim light with unshed tears.
Logan sat up scratching the back of his head, "Why ya scared kid?"
"What's happening to me?" James' voice shook with fear as he held his hands up; several droplets of blood fell to the floor from where three bone claws had protruded from the backs of his hands.
"Come here," Logan sighed swinging his legs over the side of the bed so that his feet rested on the floor.
Hesitantly James walked over holding his hands out, "They burn." He whimpered as Logan took one of his hands in his and looked it over.
"Relax the muscles in yer arms." He grunted tapping on James' arm before letting it go.
James winced as the claws retracted back into his arm and the skin healed up. He looked over his hands in astonishment then smiled up at Logan, "Thank you," He whispered, "Johnny couldn't make 'em go away…" He frowned then suddenly disappeared.
Logan ran a hand through his hair as he laid back down losing himself in thought.
Who was Johnny?
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The sun was blazing hot as it beat down on the surface of the road creating mirages. A sleek black Harley sped down the deserted road slowing once it reached a dead end, in the middle of nowhere. The two riders climbed off the bike looking the land over with a look of concern.
"Are you sure this is the place?" Madison looked over the tall grass that surrounded the remains of a building.
Logan nodded tossing his helmet carelessly onto the ground as he started to hike up the steep grassy hill to where the building's remains laid. He grunted in annoyance as he looked around, he didn't recognize the place at all.
Madison caught up to him wiping the mud and blades of grass off her knees where she had stumbled and fallen, "There's nothing here but a bunch of old bricks, rocks and grass." She whined glaring at the landscape, sure it was beautiful and all but one could only take so much…
"I thought I saw somethin' over there," Logan pointed to another hill with several trees dotting it, "When were drove pass," He smirked at her as he walked back down the hill towards the bike, "Let's check it out."
"Sure." Madison shrugged skidding down the hill after Logan.
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The mossy gray stone stuck in the earth at an odd angle, a chunk of the corner had broken off sometime ago and now was hidden in the grass disguised as a rock.
"What is it?" Madison said in a hushed voice as she walked a few steps behind Logan who was now hunched over the grave wiping away the moss and dirt that had collected over the years.
"A grave," Logan said softly brushing his hand off on his pants, "It says, 'John Howlett- Beloved son lost before his time. 1885-1897.'"
"Twelve years old," Madison frowned brushing away the hair from her face, "Wonder what happened to him…"
"I dunno," Logan stood up and took a step back away from the stone looking it over, " John…" He said the name slow as though it had rung a bell from somewhere deep in his mind.
Madison decided that now was as good as anytime to bring up the question that had been nagging at her since she was a kid, "Dad?" She looked up at him tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "How come you don't remember your past?"
He wasn't expecting that and it showed on his face before he quickly covered it up with a frown, "Scientists messed with my brain, put in some things that aren't even true and then erased some stuff," A puzzled look washed over Madison's face, Logan sighed trying to think of a better way to explain it to her, "'bout 30 or so years ago I was caught an' experimented on by a group o' scientists. I was known as weapon X," Madison's eyes widened briefly as she listened, "They laced my bones with a metal called adimantium and while I was gone it was removed…"
"Why would someone do something like that?"
Logan shook his head his eyes narrowing, "There are some sick people out there darlin'," His eyes shifted back to the grave and softened, maybe he had known him… but that would make him, well… very old.
Madison reached out taking her father's hand as she stared at the headstone, "I'm sorry." She whispered squeezing his hand gently.
"Thanks darlin'." Logan replied turning away from the grave as Madison pulled her hand free and walked up to the stone pushing it back into place.
"There." She smiled sadly then returned to Logan's side.
Logan smiled softly, "I think Johnny appreciated that."
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