Searching
She had no name, she only knew the name of another. She stood in the streets of New York. Still searching, never stopping. No time to stop. She had a large trench coat on, hiding her wings. Her pale face stared at the people that walked by, unaware. Not knowing her pain and sorrow. She was close. She knew that. The news, and the papers, all having severe mutant 'attacks' all there, in New York. Logan had to be there.
It had been so long. All throughout the country she had searched. Always hiding in the shadows, looking for a man named Logan. She wanted this all to come to a stop. She had been everywhere else. Her legs ached, and her wings were sore. She was getting wearing of all the traveling she had done for almost forty years.
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Logan watched as the sun started to set. He leaned on his new motorcycle, thinking of the one he lost only months ago, Jean. The others had mourned together, but he was of course the lone wolf. No one really knew if he was okay.
"Logan!" Rouge yelled.
He slowly turned, giving her a smile. She ran to him, hugging him. Logan was a little surprised by the hug, but quickly held her too.
"What's the matter, kid?" He asked.
"Logan, don't leave! Not again. . ."
He looked down at the girl he had once picked up off the road. He held her chin up. Rouge had worry in her eyes, she didn't want him to leave, especially after what has happened.
"I'm sorry, kid. I have to this time."
Rouge looked up at him. Then looked away. She knew she couldn't stop him, he never would tell her what happened back at Alkalai Lake. She knew it probably had something to do with that. It had to.
"You'll come back, won't you?" She asked.
"Of course."
"You promise."
Logan couldn't believe she was so scared. She looked back up at him. Rouge knew Logan was always in danger. He had people after him. After the mutant with the metal bones. What if something happened to him? What if he was killed? What if. . .
"I promise." He said.
Rouge looked up at him, all she could do was trust him. So she did.
"Vhat is this? Logan, you are leaving without even saying goodbye?" It was Kurt.
Rouge turned, and Logan looked behind her, Kurt came running to them.
"I don't like goodbyes." Logan replied.
"Yes, but still. You should at least tell a Nightcrawler when you are leaving." Kurt said, reaching them.
"Yeah, elf? Well then, goodbye."
"Vhat vas that? That vas it? Not only do you not like goodbyes, you are no good at them."
Logan slightly laughed. Kurt had really helped him through the passed months, and once the elf stopped being so spiritual, he was pretty funny.
"Goodbye elf." He said.
Logan shook Kurt's two-fingered hand. Then he looked to Rouge. She smiled at him weakly, trying to say she would be all right.
Logan knew it wouldn't be easy to leave again, and then come back. He knew the others didn't really like that. But this time he had to. He had to get away, away from everything and everybody. He just needed to put his head together. Control his memories and his dreams. Stop thinking about the loved he never had. He had to leave.
"See ya later, Rouge." He hugged her.
Back at the entrance to the school, Scott Summers leaned on the door, watching Logan leave. Scott shook his head.
Logan got on his bike, and rode away from the school, not looking back. His search had begun. His search for his past.
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The woman with no name now stood on the top of a building. She threw off her cloak off, spread her wings open, and took off over the city of New York. She was like a demon in the sky, casting a shadow in the night.
Flying was a gift.
She soared over the city's lights. The wind blowing her hair. Nothing is more beautiful than an aerial view of a city at night. She smiled. Then flew up right on the side of a building, only inches from the glass windows. She made everyone in the building open their windows, looking at the mutant. She didn't care. Sometimes she just needed to fly.
Then she rose above the building. Seconds she was weightless in the sky. Then she fell.
Falling. Sometimes she just fell. Falling gets the mind away from the pain. Falling takes you somewhere else.
Then she turned, and spread her wings, catching herself just above the ground. She stepped onto the solid ground. The ground never felt right to her. She looked over, and saw people staring at her. Pointing, and hiding their children. She looked away. Flying gets the mind off reality.
She jumped, and flew higher. Away from the staring eyes of people who didn't understand. It was a harsh world. Flying gets you away from that.
She was so close. She knew it. Logan had to be here. She had been everywhere else. All throughout the forests of Canada. Even the shores of California. She was getting tired. But there was always hope of Logan. Something always driving, always kept her moving. She wouldn't stop. She'd never stop. Not until she was sure he was okay.
Sometimes she dreamed about that day she was freed. She would dream of the blood all over again, and the pain. But she would always be reminded of Logan's face as he stood over her, blood all over.
She soon found herself back where she started, she put her cloak back on, and jumped to the solid ground below.
She put her hood over her head and horns, and she started walking in the darkness. Someone on a motorcycle passed by her. She didn't think much of it, as he stopped at a bar. She looked up, and bulled tighter on her cloak. She walked hunched over, and entered the bar.
Smoke filled the air, and it was crowded. She was battered as she made her way to the back of the bar. She sat down at the counter, she wasn't going to drink anything. She would just wait there. Like shelter. She'd wait as long as she could, it's better than outside.
"Want anything?" The bartender asked.
She said nothing, only shook her head. The bartender stared at her for a moment, and whispered to someone. She didn't notice.
And Logan sipped his beer. She turned to the man in the corner, she hadn't even noticed him. She turned her head, as he sipped his beer. She couldn't see his face, it was too dark, and he wore a hat.
Logan turned at the person in a cloak staring at him. He lit a cigar.
"What cha' looking at, kid?" He asked.
Her eyes widened. That face. . . She stepped out of he seat. After so long. . . Logan didn't know what to think of this person in a cloak. He stood up, and she gasped. It was him. So long, so long. . . Searching and never stopping. He was alive! She smiled at him, but he couldn't see.
"What's going on?" Logan asked.
That voice. . . Those eyes. . . The face that haunted her dreams. The man she had searched for, for as long as she could remember. She felt like she couldn't stand. She stepped towards him, her hand out.
"We don't serve your kind here." A man said.
She frowned, and turned. There stood the bartender and two large thugs.
"What do you mean?" She asked quietly.
"We don't serve muties." The bartender said.
"Mutants?"
Logan lowered his hat over his eye, and started to walk out of the way. Trouble was coming. She turned and saw Logan leave.
"I'm not a mutant." She lied, holding her cloak tighter.
"Yeah right."
The man to her right, came over and grabbed her. She struggled to get out, as he took off her hood. Two long, slender, black horns popped out. Silence filled the bar, as people stared. She froze.
"Mutant scum!" The other man yelled, coming to punch her.
Then she did it. She became a shadow. A wave of darkness, was now in that man's arms. And it jumped right out, forming back into her, wings and all. The men turned, and came for her. She lifted her wings, knocking them out of the way. She turned to see Logan looking back, and going out the door. She was going to loose him again. . .
"No. . ." She whispered.
She fell to the floor, and became a shadow. Her world became darkness, as she moved as a shadow. She reformed back to herself outside, to see Logan getting on his motorcycle.
"Logan!" She yelled.
Logan turned.
"Logan!"
He turned back to the girl. He saw her true form. Her wings stood out, her horns pointed up, and claws.
Snikt.
He extended his claws out. He grabbed the girl, and hit her to the wall. He pointed her claws at her face. Never did anyone know his name, without trying to kill him. This girl was just someone else he probably hurt someway in his life. This girl was seeking revenge. No one called to him, without blood coming afterwards.
He held her chest, and pinned her to the wall. She didn't resist, she didn't really move. She couldn't, she had found him. That's all she cared about. Claws were in her face, and she could see her reflection. She stared at them. She saw no traces of blood. . .
"Adamantium. . ." She whispered.
She wrapped her hand around his. She steadies his arm, and stared at the three claws. She did not fear them. She ran her claw down his. She saw no scratches on them, she saw no blood, nothing. She smiled. No blood was good.
Logan stared at this girl. He didn't understand, as she touched him. He didn't understand. . .
Then she looked over at him. Those eyes. His eyes. . . From so long ago. She stared at them, and smiled. She had found him.
"Logan. . ." She said, and fell into his arms.
She had been searching for so long. She had no more strength. Forty years of dreaming, now they had all come true. Logan, the man that gave her a chance at life, the man that she knew his name. She had found him. And she had no words to say to him.
Logan just froze. He still had his claws out, and this girl laid on his shoulder. He didn't know what to do, he was shocked. Then he just pushed her away.
"Hey!" He yelled. "Who are you?!"
His claws went back into his hands.
She only stared at him.
"Who are you!?" He yelled again.
"I. . ." She started.
People busted through the door of the bar. They screamed, angry with the mutant scum. They came up to her, and someone grabbed her. The sounds of their yells, full of hatred. People who'd never understand. . .
Snikt.
"Let go of her, bub."
Everyone turns to Logan. They see only a mutant with claws.
"Another mutie." The man who holds her mumbles.
"Yeah, everyone look at the horrible mutie." Logan spat.
Logan walked over to them. One of them threatened him with a knife. He only stared at it. He got up his claws, flung the knife in the air, and sliced it in three as it fell. Everyone looked down at the knife in pieces. Then at Logan.
"Let her go." He said again.
The man threw her at Logan, and spat. Then they just walked away, back into the bar.
"You okay, kid?" He helped her up.
"Logan." She mumbled.
"Now you answer me. Who the hell are you?" He demanded.
"I. . ."
She stared hunched down at him. She lowered her wings and horns. She couldn't speak. She found no words to say to him.
"I. . . I don't know." She finally said.
"What do you mean?"
"Weapon X." She said.
Logan stopped. Long ago he was given this Adamantium skeleton. The government took him away, and wiped his memory. They gave him these claws, and took away his life. He was made to be the perfect weapon. He was Weapon X.
He stepped back from the girl. He didn't look at her anymore. Those words brought back pain, and broken memories. Weapon X. Where Stryker had taken them, and where Jean Grey sacrificed herself.
Logan felt the girl put her arms around him. He didn't fight it. She wrapped her wings around him too. She saw the pain. She remembered the blood. She wanted to comfort him.
"I was there, Logan. I saw it all. . ." She said.
Logan's eyes widened, and he stepped back from the her grasp. He stared at her. She was there, just like him. . . Someone who knew his pain. . .
She stood there, staring at him. Wanting to help, but finding no words or strength to.
Then there were sirens. . .
She turned to see police cars, and read and blue lights shine through the darkness.
"Dammit. Damn people! They must of called the cops!" Logan yelled. "Come on."
He pushed her to his bike.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"I don't know."
He got on, and she sat behind him. They drove off.
"I can't believe I found you." She whispered.
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Next Chapter: Who We Are
James Howlett is Logan's real name. Everything I say in this story will be based on the truth of Wolverine. I know because his past from childhood to adult is revealed in a wonderful comic book mini series, called "Origin."
It's a very sad tale, and I will reveal it.
She had no name, she only knew the name of another. She stood in the streets of New York. Still searching, never stopping. No time to stop. She had a large trench coat on, hiding her wings. Her pale face stared at the people that walked by, unaware. Not knowing her pain and sorrow. She was close. She knew that. The news, and the papers, all having severe mutant 'attacks' all there, in New York. Logan had to be there.
It had been so long. All throughout the country she had searched. Always hiding in the shadows, looking for a man named Logan. She wanted this all to come to a stop. She had been everywhere else. Her legs ached, and her wings were sore. She was getting wearing of all the traveling she had done for almost forty years.
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Logan watched as the sun started to set. He leaned on his new motorcycle, thinking of the one he lost only months ago, Jean. The others had mourned together, but he was of course the lone wolf. No one really knew if he was okay.
"Logan!" Rouge yelled.
He slowly turned, giving her a smile. She ran to him, hugging him. Logan was a little surprised by the hug, but quickly held her too.
"What's the matter, kid?" He asked.
"Logan, don't leave! Not again. . ."
He looked down at the girl he had once picked up off the road. He held her chin up. Rouge had worry in her eyes, she didn't want him to leave, especially after what has happened.
"I'm sorry, kid. I have to this time."
Rouge looked up at him. Then looked away. She knew she couldn't stop him, he never would tell her what happened back at Alkalai Lake. She knew it probably had something to do with that. It had to.
"You'll come back, won't you?" She asked.
"Of course."
"You promise."
Logan couldn't believe she was so scared. She looked back up at him. Rouge knew Logan was always in danger. He had people after him. After the mutant with the metal bones. What if something happened to him? What if he was killed? What if. . .
"I promise." He said.
Rouge looked up at him, all she could do was trust him. So she did.
"Vhat is this? Logan, you are leaving without even saying goodbye?" It was Kurt.
Rouge turned, and Logan looked behind her, Kurt came running to them.
"I don't like goodbyes." Logan replied.
"Yes, but still. You should at least tell a Nightcrawler when you are leaving." Kurt said, reaching them.
"Yeah, elf? Well then, goodbye."
"Vhat vas that? That vas it? Not only do you not like goodbyes, you are no good at them."
Logan slightly laughed. Kurt had really helped him through the passed months, and once the elf stopped being so spiritual, he was pretty funny.
"Goodbye elf." He said.
Logan shook Kurt's two-fingered hand. Then he looked to Rouge. She smiled at him weakly, trying to say she would be all right.
Logan knew it wouldn't be easy to leave again, and then come back. He knew the others didn't really like that. But this time he had to. He had to get away, away from everything and everybody. He just needed to put his head together. Control his memories and his dreams. Stop thinking about the loved he never had. He had to leave.
"See ya later, Rouge." He hugged her.
Back at the entrance to the school, Scott Summers leaned on the door, watching Logan leave. Scott shook his head.
Logan got on his bike, and rode away from the school, not looking back. His search had begun. His search for his past.
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The woman with no name now stood on the top of a building. She threw off her cloak off, spread her wings open, and took off over the city of New York. She was like a demon in the sky, casting a shadow in the night.
Flying was a gift.
She soared over the city's lights. The wind blowing her hair. Nothing is more beautiful than an aerial view of a city at night. She smiled. Then flew up right on the side of a building, only inches from the glass windows. She made everyone in the building open their windows, looking at the mutant. She didn't care. Sometimes she just needed to fly.
Then she rose above the building. Seconds she was weightless in the sky. Then she fell.
Falling. Sometimes she just fell. Falling gets the mind away from the pain. Falling takes you somewhere else.
Then she turned, and spread her wings, catching herself just above the ground. She stepped onto the solid ground. The ground never felt right to her. She looked over, and saw people staring at her. Pointing, and hiding their children. She looked away. Flying gets the mind off reality.
She jumped, and flew higher. Away from the staring eyes of people who didn't understand. It was a harsh world. Flying gets you away from that.
She was so close. She knew it. Logan had to be here. She had been everywhere else. All throughout the forests of Canada. Even the shores of California. She was getting tired. But there was always hope of Logan. Something always driving, always kept her moving. She wouldn't stop. She'd never stop. Not until she was sure he was okay.
Sometimes she dreamed about that day she was freed. She would dream of the blood all over again, and the pain. But she would always be reminded of Logan's face as he stood over her, blood all over.
She soon found herself back where she started, she put her cloak back on, and jumped to the solid ground below.
She put her hood over her head and horns, and she started walking in the darkness. Someone on a motorcycle passed by her. She didn't think much of it, as he stopped at a bar. She looked up, and bulled tighter on her cloak. She walked hunched over, and entered the bar.
Smoke filled the air, and it was crowded. She was battered as she made her way to the back of the bar. She sat down at the counter, she wasn't going to drink anything. She would just wait there. Like shelter. She'd wait as long as she could, it's better than outside.
"Want anything?" The bartender asked.
She said nothing, only shook her head. The bartender stared at her for a moment, and whispered to someone. She didn't notice.
And Logan sipped his beer. She turned to the man in the corner, she hadn't even noticed him. She turned her head, as he sipped his beer. She couldn't see his face, it was too dark, and he wore a hat.
Logan turned at the person in a cloak staring at him. He lit a cigar.
"What cha' looking at, kid?" He asked.
Her eyes widened. That face. . . She stepped out of he seat. After so long. . . Logan didn't know what to think of this person in a cloak. He stood up, and she gasped. It was him. So long, so long. . . Searching and never stopping. He was alive! She smiled at him, but he couldn't see.
"What's going on?" Logan asked.
That voice. . . Those eyes. . . The face that haunted her dreams. The man she had searched for, for as long as she could remember. She felt like she couldn't stand. She stepped towards him, her hand out.
"We don't serve your kind here." A man said.
She frowned, and turned. There stood the bartender and two large thugs.
"What do you mean?" She asked quietly.
"We don't serve muties." The bartender said.
"Mutants?"
Logan lowered his hat over his eye, and started to walk out of the way. Trouble was coming. She turned and saw Logan leave.
"I'm not a mutant." She lied, holding her cloak tighter.
"Yeah right."
The man to her right, came over and grabbed her. She struggled to get out, as he took off her hood. Two long, slender, black horns popped out. Silence filled the bar, as people stared. She froze.
"Mutant scum!" The other man yelled, coming to punch her.
Then she did it. She became a shadow. A wave of darkness, was now in that man's arms. And it jumped right out, forming back into her, wings and all. The men turned, and came for her. She lifted her wings, knocking them out of the way. She turned to see Logan looking back, and going out the door. She was going to loose him again. . .
"No. . ." She whispered.
She fell to the floor, and became a shadow. Her world became darkness, as she moved as a shadow. She reformed back to herself outside, to see Logan getting on his motorcycle.
"Logan!" She yelled.
Logan turned.
"Logan!"
He turned back to the girl. He saw her true form. Her wings stood out, her horns pointed up, and claws.
Snikt.
He extended his claws out. He grabbed the girl, and hit her to the wall. He pointed her claws at her face. Never did anyone know his name, without trying to kill him. This girl was just someone else he probably hurt someway in his life. This girl was seeking revenge. No one called to him, without blood coming afterwards.
He held her chest, and pinned her to the wall. She didn't resist, she didn't really move. She couldn't, she had found him. That's all she cared about. Claws were in her face, and she could see her reflection. She stared at them. She saw no traces of blood. . .
"Adamantium. . ." She whispered.
She wrapped her hand around his. She steadies his arm, and stared at the three claws. She did not fear them. She ran her claw down his. She saw no scratches on them, she saw no blood, nothing. She smiled. No blood was good.
Logan stared at this girl. He didn't understand, as she touched him. He didn't understand. . .
Then she looked over at him. Those eyes. His eyes. . . From so long ago. She stared at them, and smiled. She had found him.
"Logan. . ." She said, and fell into his arms.
She had been searching for so long. She had no more strength. Forty years of dreaming, now they had all come true. Logan, the man that gave her a chance at life, the man that she knew his name. She had found him. And she had no words to say to him.
Logan just froze. He still had his claws out, and this girl laid on his shoulder. He didn't know what to do, he was shocked. Then he just pushed her away.
"Hey!" He yelled. "Who are you?!"
His claws went back into his hands.
She only stared at him.
"Who are you!?" He yelled again.
"I. . ." She started.
People busted through the door of the bar. They screamed, angry with the mutant scum. They came up to her, and someone grabbed her. The sounds of their yells, full of hatred. People who'd never understand. . .
Snikt.
"Let go of her, bub."
Everyone turns to Logan. They see only a mutant with claws.
"Another mutie." The man who holds her mumbles.
"Yeah, everyone look at the horrible mutie." Logan spat.
Logan walked over to them. One of them threatened him with a knife. He only stared at it. He got up his claws, flung the knife in the air, and sliced it in three as it fell. Everyone looked down at the knife in pieces. Then at Logan.
"Let her go." He said again.
The man threw her at Logan, and spat. Then they just walked away, back into the bar.
"You okay, kid?" He helped her up.
"Logan." She mumbled.
"Now you answer me. Who the hell are you?" He demanded.
"I. . ."
She stared hunched down at him. She lowered her wings and horns. She couldn't speak. She found no words to say to him.
"I. . . I don't know." She finally said.
"What do you mean?"
"Weapon X." She said.
Logan stopped. Long ago he was given this Adamantium skeleton. The government took him away, and wiped his memory. They gave him these claws, and took away his life. He was made to be the perfect weapon. He was Weapon X.
He stepped back from the girl. He didn't look at her anymore. Those words brought back pain, and broken memories. Weapon X. Where Stryker had taken them, and where Jean Grey sacrificed herself.
Logan felt the girl put her arms around him. He didn't fight it. She wrapped her wings around him too. She saw the pain. She remembered the blood. She wanted to comfort him.
"I was there, Logan. I saw it all. . ." She said.
Logan's eyes widened, and he stepped back from the her grasp. He stared at her. She was there, just like him. . . Someone who knew his pain. . .
She stood there, staring at him. Wanting to help, but finding no words or strength to.
Then there were sirens. . .
She turned to see police cars, and read and blue lights shine through the darkness.
"Dammit. Damn people! They must of called the cops!" Logan yelled. "Come on."
He pushed her to his bike.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"I don't know."
He got on, and she sat behind him. They drove off.
"I can't believe I found you." She whispered.
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Next Chapter: Who We Are
James Howlett is Logan's real name. Everything I say in this story will be based on the truth of Wolverine. I know because his past from childhood to adult is revealed in a wonderful comic book mini series, called "Origin."
It's a very sad tale, and I will reveal it.