WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR
LOGAN
Logan looked in the mirror he was thinking if he should bother to shave today or not.
Forget it, I'll do it tomorrow. Then he stopped and looked at himself, really looked at himself. He could see the wildness in the back of his eyes, and how hard they were.
Who the Hell are you?
He asked himself, he asked that almost every day at some point, having no memory causes you to constantly question yourself.
What was I before? Did I have a family? A good life? Was I ever happy at some point?
The only memories he had were mostly of war, the second war and a few hazing other things. A place in Japan, a woman's face, a little red headed girl, and then I think of her as a woman.
I see the untamed lands most likely of Canada. I see Wolves and a few places here and there, nothing good. I have no idea if Logan is my real name, I can't even guess at how old I am. If I looked like this during the 1940's then I'm even older than Chuck.
Now look at me. I'm living here with a bunch of kids.
Sometimes when I think about it almost makes me laugh. Almost.
These kids are nuts at times, not to mention all the hormones that get sent around here are not exactly pleasant. I wonder if Chuck knows that's one of the reasons I take off every now and then.
Well that and I need some peace and quiet too.
But I do like these kids, some of them have nowhere else to go, and I know what could happen to them out there.
Logan unsheathed his claws. Yeah I know all to well.
This world's a dangerous place for them, I'm just the guy to whip them into shape and keep them out of trouble.
In fact I think I'll make a special training session for these kids today.
Logan left the room with a predatory grin on his face.
LOGAN
Logan looked in the mirror he was thinking if he should bother to shave today or not.
Forget it, I'll do it tomorrow. Then he stopped and looked at himself, really looked at himself. He could see the wildness in the back of his eyes, and how hard they were.
Who the Hell are you?
He asked himself, he asked that almost every day at some point, having no memory causes you to constantly question yourself.
What was I before? Did I have a family? A good life? Was I ever happy at some point?
The only memories he had were mostly of war, the second war and a few hazing other things. A place in Japan, a woman's face, a little red headed girl, and then I think of her as a woman.
I see the untamed lands most likely of Canada. I see Wolves and a few places here and there, nothing good. I have no idea if Logan is my real name, I can't even guess at how old I am. If I looked like this during the 1940's then I'm even older than Chuck.
Now look at me. I'm living here with a bunch of kids.
Sometimes when I think about it almost makes me laugh. Almost.
These kids are nuts at times, not to mention all the hormones that get sent around here are not exactly pleasant. I wonder if Chuck knows that's one of the reasons I take off every now and then.
Well that and I need some peace and quiet too.
But I do like these kids, some of them have nowhere else to go, and I know what could happen to them out there.
Logan unsheathed his claws. Yeah I know all to well.
This world's a dangerous place for them, I'm just the guy to whip them into shape and keep them out of trouble.
In fact I think I'll make a special training session for these kids today.
Logan left the room with a predatory grin on his face.