Okay, this chapter will be a little different because it's mostly all Wolvie's hallucinations. I got some of my ideas from CSI an' nat. (Surry about the Pittsburghese (nat means "and that")) And I don't own um. I must warn you this chap. Is very graphic.

Logan felt all of his senses declining in there accuracy. He started seeing things and hearing things.

It's all in your head. It's not real.

He opened his eyes. He knew that the drugs were almost in full effect. He let go of his mind after he found that he couldn't fight it any more. He lie down and let the drugs show him what he once was . . . a killer.

He saw himself sneak up to a house. He was there to complete a mission that the General had given him. He had to kill a family from the FBI that were petitioning against William because his tactics were, how did they say it, oh yeah "rash and animalistic". Well they were right. They should have the common sense not to stand against them. The General called for them to be killed in the most extreme and imaginative way. He was told to kill any one that got in his way.

Wolverine climbed in through the open window. It seemed that everyone was asleep. This was too easy. The man was asleep in his Lazy-boy. Apparently he fell asleep watching football. He really never got the point, he liked hockey better. He grabbed the FBI agent and covered his mouth so as not to let him scream. He pulled him up to meet his face.

"Call your wife down here. If you give the surprise away I will kill her and make you watch her slowly bleed to death," he growled.

"Honey," the man called in a shaky voice.

"What is it? It's 2:30 in the morning."

"Could you come down here for a minute?" She walked down the stairs and stopped when she saw the man holding her husband in a neck hold.

"Come over here darlin'. You wouldn't want anything to happen to your husband would ya?" He said motioning for her to sit on the chair opposite of him. She complied.

"Now, we have a bit of a problem. You seemed to be working to stop General William Stryker and well, we can't have that now can we? I want you both to sign this," He said while holding out a piece of paper. He let the man go to read it.

"This is a letter that states that we repeal any petition to Stryker."

"Yes, now sign it."

"No, we won't. You can't do anything to us. We're both trained FBI agents," the man said while standing up to Wolverine.

"What are you gonna do, fight me?" Then the man took a swing at him. He grabbed his arm, pulled him over and threw him into the glass end table. The women got up and ran to jump on him, but he grabbed her. He held her so that she was looking at her husband and his fist was next to her head. The man got up.

"What are you going to do to her?"

"Sign the damn paper or else," he slowly released his bone-claws till it was just touching her skin.

"Okay, okay. I'll sign it," the man reached down and started to sign his name.

"Well, you're very pretty," Wolverine whispered into his captor's ear.

"Go fuck yourself," she said back.

"Sign the paper darlin'. You're gonna regret sayin' that." He said pushing her over to her husband. He left to the kitchen and came back with a butcher's knife. He put two chairs facing each other.

"Sit." They obeyed, not knowing what else to do against this man with claws. They were staring into each other's eyes.

"Here," Wolverine said, handing the knife to the man. He also unsheathed all six claws. "Now, slit her throat."

"What!?"

"Do what I say or I'll do it so that it takes longer and so that she bleeds all over you."

"I, I can't."

"Fine." He raised up his arm ready to strike down.

"Wait," cried the woman, "Go ahead. If you so this he'll leave. He will leave," she said while using her eyes to indicate upwards. Wolverine did not see this. He was too busy enjoying this. He could smell and feel the fear they had for him. He couldn't help but grin.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Then he slid the knife over her throat and killed her. He completely broke down sobbing.

"Pull yourself together. You did that so she wouldn't feel this," Wolverine grabbed him and shoved his claws into his gut and pulled over then out. The man grabbed for his stomach, which was falling out of him. He looked at his attacker.

"Why?"

"To show them not to get in the way of General William Stryker." Then the man fell to the ground. There was a small gasp from the stairs. Wolverine turned and saw a small boy there.

"Come over here, boy." The boy slowly made his way over. He looked down at his murdered parents. The strange thing was that he didn't seem to be crying.

"Why ain't ya cryin' kid?"

"They shoulda stopped ya, but they were too scared. It's their fault." He picked up a piece of broken glass from the endtable. It cut him, but he healed almost instantly. Needless to say Wolverine was taken aback by this.

"Wat's your name kid?"

"Gavin."

"Well, Gavin, I think you should come with me."

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