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A/N: Thank you Xiowolfe and Wolviegirl for your reviews! You both get Wolvie plushies! And no it's not Sabertooth. But you'll find out who it is in this chapter! So read on!! ^__^
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"What happened to him?" Logan growled slamming his fist down on the desk.
Nick Fury sighed leaning back in his chair then sat forward opening up a drawer and pulled out several folders, "Don't tell anyone else I did this for you, Howlett." He muttered under his breath as he flipped through the papers inside the folders.
Logan smirked, "Thanks." He then sobered as he took the files handed to him.
"He was found bleeding to death in the living room, apparently he'd been shot in the back," Fury shook his head in disgust, "Never did catch the guy that did it."
Logan frowned closing the folder and dropped it back on the desk, "That would explain the scar," He growled then pulled out several pictures out of his jacket, "What do you make of this?" He grunted dropping the photos down next to the folder.
Fury picked the up and shuffled through them, "What?" He raised an eyebrow.
Logan pointed at the corner of one of the pictures.
Fury squinted at the picture for a minute, "That guy there?" He looked up at Logan who nodded, "What about him?"
"He's in all the pictures, I got more of 'im at home even. Didn't notice it until last night."
"Weird…" Fury muttered flipping through the pictures once more, this time looking for the man in each picture.
"Before I left fer the war we had been gettin' these notes sayin' things like, 'two more days' in cut up newspaper and stuff. I had even gotten a letter from Rip a month before… before the murder. She had said somethin' weird was happenin' but that was it."
"I'll look into it." Fury grunted picking up the folders he had taken out earlier and shoved the pictures into the top one.
Logan nodded, "Thanks Fury, I owe ya one."
"Two." Nick grunted picking up the phone and began dialing.
Logan chuckled as he let himself out of the office.
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The clouds were starting to roll in turning the sky black, moments later the sky opened up letting loose buckets of rain. A black truck pulled up to the large apartment building and parked; the two inside the truck hopped out and ran towards the building getting soaked immediately.
Logan smirked holding his coat over Max's head as the two hurried to the entrance; suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks and sniffed the air. Something smelt familiar…
"Keep going Max!" He shouted over the rain.
"But Dad-" Max started his eyes widening with confusion.
"I said go!" Logan shouted giving Max a little push before he turned around and was tackled to the ground.
Max stumbled backwards and fell onto the concrete sidewalk scraping up his elbow, "Dad!" He screamed scrambling to his feet while he held onto his injured elbow.
"Max run!" Logan shouted as he punched the attacker in the jaw and received a blow to the stomach in return.
Max stumbled backwards then turned and ran to the building. Logan saw Max go inside out of the corner of his eye then turned to his attacker and scowled.
"Yer the one who killed my family!" He shouted at the man as he unsheathed his claws.
The man grinned back at him evilly, "What was your first clue?"
Logan lunged at him with his claws, "What gave you the right!?" He shouted swiping at the grinning man.
The man managed to pull off his sunglasses firing a red beam from his eyes at Logan who was hit head on in the chest.
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Max stood in the stairwell sobbing as he watched the fight through the window, "Daddy!" He cried watching his father get hit with the red beam. Slowly his fell to his knees cradling his wounded arm to his chest watching as his father jumped back to his feet and sliced at the mysterious man once again.
Flashbacks resurfaced in his mind causing him to sob even harder, "It's him! It's him!" He shouted slamming his fist against the window.
Suddenly the attacker ran off disappearing into the rain, Max climbed to his feet and ran back out side into the rain.
"Daddy!" He screamed running to his father who lay motionless in the grass.
Dropping to his knees Max shook Logan's still form, "Wake up!" He cried burring his head into Logan's stomach, "Don't leave me…"
He suddenly felt himself pulled into a hug and felt his father take a breath.
"I'm not leavin' ya squirt."
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A/N: And why did Scott attack Logan and kill his family you ask? Well… I don't know… yet.
Logan: What do you mean you don't know!?
TB: ::Laughs nervously:: Well I kinda have an idea…
Logan: ::Rolls eyes:: You are strange.
TB: ::Brightens up:: Thanks! ^_^
Logan:: Well now that's established… will you now unduct tape me from the ceiling?
TB: Nope. ::Turns to readers:: Please Review!! ^______^