After a while Malt fell asleep, her necklace had become visible again. Logan looked down at it. I remembered his own and compared them. Same size, same shape, but different inscriptions. He reached down to move a lock of her brown hair from her face, but his hand stuck like glue to her face. His eye clouded over and he saw:
Malt was being held back by two big men, she was struggling and screaming. "Daddy" her voice was distant and distorted. They sliced her check with a steak knife. She screamed, but it healed. A figure laughed, he came into focus. Stryker. It was Striker. But Stryker was dead, why was he here? This couldn't be real. He was back in his own memories; he was in the water tank. He looked over and saw them closing Malt into a body drawer.
He ripped his hand from her face and she woke up screaming "Let me out!" Logan put out a hand to steady her. She shook hard, but she breathed hard and did not allow herself to loose control. When she calmed down she said "You can't touch me, I forgot that one, I make people view their worst memories. I can control it but not when I sleep." Logan put his hand to feel his racing heat beat. "I'm Sorry" he said finally. "Its fine you didn't know" Logan thought for a moment before he asked "All these powers, it can't be natural."
Malt's hand reached up touch her necklace. She broke down. "I don't remember anything about my past. All I remember is the foster homes and living on the streets and now I flash back whenever I'm with you, all my bad memories come, and now you're in them. I remember all of this but not my own name." Logan thought for a moment "I'll name you then, Aimee, A-m-i-e-e. I've always loved that name" Malt looked shocked but happy. "Aimee" she said loving they way it rolled of her tongue. She smiled so largely that Logan just had to hug her. It was an odd sensation he had never felt before especially with some one so young, happiness? Could that be it? He released her from his bear hug and look at her slightly shocked expression "All my life I've been shunned for what I was, One day I woke up in a forest and had no idea where these," Logan held up his hands. "Came from, ever since I've wondered this world looking for what I've lost. I can remember anything either, just bits and pieces of the operation that made me who I am." Logan was surprised to hear these words come from his own mouth. How could he tell all of this to someone he had not even known for 24 hours? Malt looked at him with intent. "I remember a name, Stryker" she said "Oh yes, I do too, he was the one who did this to me, he must have done the same thing to you only he but more powers into you." Logan's face lit up with realization. "Multiple 1" he said holding up the dog tag. "You were the first and possibly only one to get all those powers. Do you remember what your original mutation was?" Malt scrunched up her face and said "Regentitve ability, I remember someone saying that." He looked at her; this poor kid was used in the same experiment he was that and then some. How much pain had she endured? Just then Storm walked back in "Well I see Malt hit a soft spot in you Logan" she said with a smile. Logan released Malt and said "I named her Aimee" Storm smiled "A name for Malt. 'Aimee' it's beautiful." Storm sat back behind the controls.
They landed in Maine a few hours later. Logan ventured out alone Storm had stayed with Malt or Aimee, to ask her more questions. He came to the alley where Storm said Fox had settled. He pulled back a few news papers and reveled the blonde headed, sleeping woman. "Hello Wolverine" A voice said behind him
Me talking- Well that's the next chappie r/r I made a whole new song fic and posted it already it has nothing to do with this current story