Okay, I'll write another chapter. This one's going to be interesting!

Logan fought through the blackness of unconsciousness. When he finally opened his eyes he found himself shackled tightly to a wall facing an iron door. He had to stand on the leg shackles to give his arms a break. He couldn't move his arms far enough to use his claws, so he was pretty much stuck till he could get an opportunity to be free from wherever the hell he was. He only had his pants on. They took his shirt, jacket, shoes and socks.

What the hell is this place? Who the fuck thought that they could do this?

Then, a young man came through the iron door. He seemed to be about 25, strong, and somewhat familiar. He walked up to Logan without any fear whatsoever.

"Well, Wolverine, you finally decided to wake up," he said.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Don't you remember, Wolverine? You taught me everything I know."

"What?"

Just then the man grabbed Logan's face with his powerful right hand to make him look into his eyes.

"Listen," the power in his voice was enough to make any normal person fear him; "I brought you back so you can be the person you were. You can be strong again, you can be feared again, and overall you can be you again. You should be thanking me," He threw Logan's head against the wall.

"Thank you? For chaining me against a fucking wall? What the hell do you mean I can be myself again?"

"You ask way too many questions, Wolverine. You weren't like that before."

"Before what?"

Before the man got a chance to answer a man rolled in in a wheelchair. He was in a military outfit. He was a stout man that was graying in the hair and beard. It was none other than William Stryker.

"Well, well, Wolverine," he said, "welcome back."

"Oh no. No, no," Logan said quietly to himself.

"Oh yes, Wolverine. We brought you back to bring you back," said the man.

"You never answered my first question. Who the hell are you?"

"Wolverine, that was your apprentice, Dagger," Stryker told him.

"Apprentice?"

"Yes, you taught me how to kill."

"What? But I-" Logan started, but couldn't finish. He wanted to say that he never taught anyone to kill, just self-defense, but there was something about this Dagger, that reminded him of himself and that scared him.

"General? Why is he like this?" Dagger asked.

"Because he doesn't remember anything. Now you must be like he once was, and teach him," Stryker said to Dagger, but he never did take his eyes away from Logan and Logan just glared back at him. Dagger grinned at this.

"Dagger let him be for the night. No food, no water. Tomorrow we will begin the training," Stryker dictated and then wheeled himself out closely followed by Dagger who turned, grinned, and closed the door to leave Logan with these thoughts.

Oh no, I'm back. They're going to change me. They're going to make me into a killer. Again. So, that was my past? Killing people? If so who? Whoever Stryker wanted. He turned me into Wolverine and he'll do it again. He was a murderer, a killer, an assassin. God, I need help. He thought about this for hours. When he finally got the courage he looked down. There, around his neck were his dog tags. The same dog tags that read

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Wolverine

"Great, I wonder what Logan got himself into this time," Cyclopes said as he steered the X Jet.

"I'm not sure. I wish you would be at least a little worried for him," Storm said.

"I am. It's just that I wish that he wouldn't be in trouble here of all places."

"I know, but I have a bad feeling that we're dealing with something big. It has to be if the Professor only sent us."

"We're almost there. He said that he was going to the lake, so we'll start searching there," Cyclopes said as they rounded the jet over the lake. They had no idea of the adventure that was ahead of them or the thing they would find, recover or lose.

Phew! Another chapter complete. Tell me how it was. I'll write more la-ter.