Hey guys! I am so sorry for not updating in ages! I was very intimidated by this chapter and let it get the better of me! (it took an hour and a half to write okay) I hope you enjoy it!

"So…what you are telling me is that you let a highly expensive project just run into the woods and get lost?" Donald glanced up at the men beside the desk, his voice very quiet. The calm before the storm.

One of the men was brave enough to speak up. "As you well know there is a tracking device installed…"

"Yes, I know." Donald interrupted. "What I don't understand…is how this bloody happened! Do you know, how long we worked on X-25? How much time, and money, and materials went into this project?! And you just let him run away and get lost!"

"We don't know he's lost…" someone pointed out.

Donald threw him a glance that said he wasn't interested in that man's opinion. "So he's gone and gotten himself killed has he? May I remind you men, who the subject was chasing? A sick and injured project Phoenix, and X-23. Restore contact with X-25. Go out there and search for him all the way to hell if you have to!" he straightened himself and cleared his throat. "I have some business to attend to." And with that, he left the room.

…..

The corridor was long and winding, with many doors. It would be very easy to get lost. Aldo Ferro took a moment to gain his bearings.

He would be a fool if he didn't admit he was slightly intimidated by this prospect after Logan's brief comment…warning…whatever you call it before Aldo Ferro had entered his head. And just his look. He'd given the cyborg this *look*.

"Can I help you?"

The telepath jumped, spinning around and finding himself face to face with a blue fuzzy, yellow-eyed demon creature wearing a suit and holding a large platter with some form of drink and a champagne glass.

"Can I help you?" the creature repeated.

"Who are you?" Aldo asked rather sceptically and a little warily.

"My name is Kurt. I am Mr. Logan's butler." The blue man flicked his tail in a relaxed calm manner. "Is there something I can help you with?"

The cyborg took a moment to consider how ridiculous this was. And he'd been already *nervous* to visit Logan's head. A guy who literally had a butler in his *own head*. "You know, I'm looking for some old files related to this." Aldo pulled an old black and white photograph of Logan.

"The war files? This way please." Kurt headed down the long hall, platter still balanced on his hand, and the telepath followed, his nerves gone. He was finding this incredibly amusing.

Each door was different. Some were barred shut, some locked, some had inscriptions of pictures on them…

Aldo couldn't see the end of the hall, it was too long, and got dark at the end. But occasionally he saw the flicker of something that reminded him of a flame. When he turned to look at it properly it was always gone. But it was following them…he was pretty sure of it.

They reached what Aldo supposed was the correct door as the weird blue creature unlocked it, opening it ajar and then turning back to the cyborg. "If you should need anything else, just ring the bell." He pointed to a silver bell which seemed to appear out of nowhere, and hung on the side of the door.

"Great…thanks." Aldo muttered under his breath, watching as the fuzzy demon turned and headed back up the hallway before disappearing around the corner with a final flick of his blue tail. "Now to get down to business…"

He pushed open the door further and stepped inside.

…..

Donald watched from the side-lines, pacing, his robotic fingers stroking his chin and nervous raking through his blonde hair. It was quiet, so quiet…if it wasn't for the doctors in white coats talking quietly once in a while as they monitored Logan with the drugs to boost his immune system and medicine to counteract the adamantium poisoning along with other things. This wasn't the part Donald was worried about—it was worked successfully with X-25. It was the telepathic part. The part where Aldo Ferro dragged from the depths an image, a memory, of the old Wolverine. They'd chosen the war specifically, when Logan was young and in peak condition.

Donald rubbed his hands together, his gaze set on Logan's figure lying on the table quietly, calmly. He wished Ferro would hurry up—

Suddenly the silence exploded into frantic beeping from the monitors and doctors shouting and running around. Logan started twitching. More drugs were injected.

"It's working." Donald whispered under his breath, a sickening smile curving his lips. He looked like the cat who had just caught the mouse as Logan started doing more than just twitching. He flexed against the restraints, a snarl twisted his mouth, his breath coming heavy.

The men in white coats tightened the restraints and braced themselves as an animalistic cry exploded from the patient's mouth.

"Easy men! No doubt it's painful." Donald hardly seemed considered. He was getting more and more excited with each passing moment, with each agonising reaction Logan gave. "We won't have to wait much longer…"

One of the men down below called out progress, flinching with each lashing moment Logan attempted on the table.

50 percent.

60

70

90 percent

"Almost there." Donald's eyes were gleaming.

"ninety nine percent!"

But just as the doctor made the exciting cry something changed dramatically on the table.

Logan's eyes opened and went dark. Dark as the abyss. Hell itself was about to be unleased.

"He's woken up!"

"No, the patient is stable!"

"What's going on?!" Donald's voice rang out but no one answered.

…

Aldo Ferro had found something interesting…

A door, hidden in the shadows of a very dark passageway. There was a drawing on the front, done by a child with crayons….a woman and a man holding hands with a little girl, a large love heart encircling them. So sweet….so innocent…it was basically calling to him.

He reached for the knob.

"I wouldn't do that."

He jumped again at a different voice, turning to see who it could possibly be this time.

A woman. With long read, flowing hair that billowed about her like a live flame. She blinked at him, her face grave. "I wouldn't do that if I was you…"

"Of course you wouldn't." the telepath turned away from the door marching over to her. "And I'll tell you why. Because you are just a memory, a figment of Logan's imagination…"

She met his gaze with an unreadable expression, unmoving except for her wafting hair. "I wouldn't go in there if I was you."

"Well you're not me." Aldo snapped, turning away. Something buried away in the shadows being kept guard…he was going in. "Because I'm not an illusion." He put his hand on the knob and for a fraction of a second hesitated before he flung it open. Darkness. Nothingness.

He snorted with slight disgust, trying not to show his surprise as he stepped in, gazing around. "What's in here anyway?"

Deep in the belly of the darkness, a growl echoed.

Snikt

The telepathic cyborg squinted to see in the blackness.

He spotted the figure, claws glinting in the shadows.

He turned, catching the eye of the red-head woman standing outside the doorway, reaching for her, for help, his mouth opened with a silent scream.

He didn't make it two steps.

….

Back in the Weapon X facility, Aldo Ferro's body slumped to the floor.