OK. This is the end of the hallucination thingys. Not sure what's happening after this. Ideas? Well, let's focus on this one. Here ya go!
He ran. He was alone. The last things he remembered was the nightmares he had. That's all he had for the past five years. He realized that he had nothing to live for except the next fight. He couldn't do that anymore. IT would never get any better. He unsheathed the metallic claws that came out of his arms. He couldn't remember how they came to be there.
He looked at them and positioned the three at his chest. He took one last breath and drove them into himself. The pain was excruciating and he could feel the blood dripping over his hands. He dropped to the ground and found a deep oasis of blackness. It wouldn't last long. He woke up. He had healed from his wounds. He would never be able to feel death and end the unending circle of torment and pain.
10 years later he did feel death. A young girl with two white streaks of hair was in his arms. He took off his gloves to try and save her from death that seemed to already taken her. HE gingerly touched her face with a bare hand, bracing himself. Nothing happened. No. He hugged her close. He failed her. Wait. He felt himself weakening. She was taking his healing power. She would live, but he . . . he didn't know.
Oh, no. Jean. She was out of the plane. What was she doing? The dam was about to break. Scott pushed him out of the way, and he followed close behind. The ramp came up. No. She looked so determined and strong. He told the teleported to get her, but she wouldn't let him. He should use his claws to open the ramp. Too late. The water came. She lifted the jet up and held the water back. She was going to save them. She got them so far up and then let them go. She let go. The water took her. He did nothing. Coward. She was the one he loved and she was gone. He wept.
He wept. He was lying on the floor weeping. He couldn't stand this anymore. All the pain. Pain was all he knew. That was his past? Causing pain? He was an animal. How could he have done that? Was that all he knew? It must be. When he was with his so-called 'friends' all he did was cause them pain and hardship. Every time he showed up there was a battle.
He didn't want this. HE didn't want these memories. Maybe, maybe it was better if he was a puppet to Stryker. He wouldn't feel, he wouldn't think. Maybe . . .
The door opened.
"So, how was it Wolverine?" It was Dagger.
"Let's get you to your cell," he said while picking Logan up and dragging him through the door, "I said that I'd let you talk with Phoenix, and she hasn't been under control for about two hours now. I'll give you an hour to fix yourself up and I'll bring her to you."
He dropped Logan on the bed in a cell and left. Logan didn't want to see anyone. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve to live. He couldn't live with that reality, but he couldn't die either. What was he going to do?
Next chapter, coming soon. Let's see what happens next. Surry that chapter was so short. Plez review.