Author's Notes: Italics = thinking, dreams AND flashbacks too.

Yeahhh I forgot about flashbacks and let me tell you there is going to be a lot in this story.

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"Why do you even want to go back there?" Victor finally asked Logan who was still way too happy for his own good as he painfully cracked his knuckles. The runt was seriously getting on his nerves and his was about to snap in any second.

"What do you mean, Daddy-O?" Logan sung, cheerfully as he tapped along "Great Balls of Fire," by Jerry Lee Lewis that was playing on the radio.

Victor gave Logan strange look, he had never seen Logan act like this and it was frankly disturbing... Logan never talked like this and he never listened to this kind of music, Victor knew war could change people but he didn't know happiness could too. So Victor needed to stop this before it got any worse.

Victor turned off the radio and then hissed, "Yer stepfather was killed there and YOU killed our father there. Why would ya possibly want to go back there?"

Logan's face quickly dropped into a scowl since Victor had officially popped his little happy bubble. His face also began to turn red as he angrily growled, "Victor, why do ya have to be such an asshole! I swear whenever I'm just a little bit happy, you have to ruin it! Yes, I fuckin' know that they died there but that isn't the only memory there!"

"I just don't know why you are so happy about seein' where you first killed a man!" Victor snapped back, heatedly. His goal was to make Logan not want to go back to the Howlett Estate and he thought he was doing a pretty good job since he knew what nerves to hit with him.

"You out of anyone should know I want to go back there because I grew up there! Not because I want to reminisce about murderin' someone!" Logan fired back as his nostrils flared. He could not understand why Victor was acting like such a jackass all of the sudden until…the light bulb finally flickered on in his brain.

Oh shit… Logan thought as he bit his lip. I'm a horrible brother…How could I forget that Thomas used to abuse Victor as a child? No wonder he's bein' such an asshole, he's the one who doesn't want to go back.

Logan felt kind of dumb he didn't figure out sooner since Victor would always act assholeier when he didn't want to do something. Logan had been self-absorbed thinking about his childhood, he didn't even stop and think about Victor's.

"You're right…" Logan said in his best actor voice as he tried to sound remorseful. "There are a lot of bad memories...I have no idea why I wanted to go back there…."

But Logan was not fooling Victor one bit since his abrupt change of attitude was too much of a giveaway. Victor knew Logan had just suddenly remembered their father used to beat him and now he was trying to play it off like his argument had worked. Victor could see right through Logan's little performance…

But yet this was exactly what Victor had been avoiding, he didn't want Logan's pity and sympathy. He didn't want Logan to see him weak and vulnerable so that meant he was going to have to go to the Howlett Estate to prove he did not problem with that place.

Great…

"Jimmy, no shut up," Victor sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. "Never mind if you really want to go then we can go."

"I don't want to go if you don't want to go."

Victor let out an annoyed silent growl. "Jimmy, just keep drivin'."

Logan didn't say anything for a while since he knew Victor was trying to prove he didn't have a problem with going back to the Manor but it was obvious that he did. He decided he wasn't going to mess with Victor's pride since that never worked out in the end anyway. So if Victor wanted to torture himself with horrible memories then Logan was not going to stop him.

"Well you know, Victor, ya have been more of a family then any of them…just so you know..." Logan slurred, hoping maybe Victor would forget about his pride and just admit he didn't want to go back.

But of course, Victor said nothing back as he looked out the window, though he did fully appreciate that comment.

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Victor felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest when he finally saw the Howlett Estate come up in the distance. He really had no idea why he was so reluctant to come here in the first place since the mansion didn't even look the same. It had been re-modeled and its original size had been reduced down significantly and it had more a Victorian Era look to it now too.

"It's not even the same house," Logan commented, thinking the same thing as Victor while he drove up the bumpy dirt road towards the house.

"It kind of looks like a doll house," Victor added, thinking maybe this whole experience wouldn't be as bad as he thought since nothing looked the way it did back in the early 1800's.

"If I remember right didn't you used play with dolls?"

"You cannot classify army soldier toys as dolls, Victor," Logan sighed, irritably. "And if I remember right…you liked them too and I know you stole some of them."

"No no no I'm pretty sure you have a legitimate doll," Victor told him, totally ignoring the other part completely. There were a few times Victor had stolen some of Logan's toys yet he did eventually stop on the third try but only because his father found out and beat the crap out of him.

The more Victor thought about it, he had really taken advantage of Jimmy when they were kids but yet he still did not feel bad about it even today…Jimmy had been a rich little kid who got whatever he wanted so sparing a few of his stupid toys wasn't a big deal in Victor's eyes.

"No I didn't."

"You had a baby doll-

"My grandma gave that to my mother before I was born!"

"So you admit you had a doll then?"

"Yeah so I didn't play with it though."

"I'm pretty sure you did."

"No I didn't."

"Uh yes you did."

"Victor shut the fuck up!"

Victor chuckled at Logan's response. Maybe this actually can be fun since I can remind the runt about how wimpy he was when he was a kid…heh…

Logan abruptly stopped the car right in front of the mansion, trying to catch Victor off guard so he hit the dashboard but Victor's body didn't move.

"Nice try, runt," Victor smiled as he opened the car door, enjoying Logan's feeble attempts to get back at him. But when Victor stepped outside the car his smile faded into a grimace. Even though, nothing looked the same, it still smelled the same here and unpleasant memories just seem to come rushing back into Victor's mind.

"Boy…" A rough voice suddenly whispered in Victor's ear.

Victor snapped his head around at Logan but it was obvious that the runt hadn't said anything as he fiddled with the locks on the front doors.

This better not be another damn dream, Victor thought, grudgingly as he rubbed his head.

"I still can't believe this is a fuckin' tourist site," Logan said as he read the 'closed sign' that hung off a bullet board that was posted next to the front doors. "It's just so weird."

"Uh-huh," Victor agreed as he continued to look around. He wondered who would want to visit this house; it was in the middle of nowhere!

Logan might as well been breaking into somebody's house since nothing inside was even recognizable to him when he finally unlocked the locks and slowly pushed the doors open.

"Wow it even looks like a dollhouse inside," Victor commented when he entered inside behind Logan. "And someone really liked the color pink…" He said that because all the walls were painted in light pink and had rosy coloured flowered wallpaper along the edges. Whoever owned this house last was definitely a girl or had girly taste.

Logan nodded and then noticed several different information boards that were posted on one the walls underneath where the staircase began to spread apart. The history of the house was written on them. He went up to them and read some of information before he told Victor, "Dorothy and Lois Richards were the last people who lived in this house through 1890 to 1912. They were both sisters who never married or had any children so when they died; the estate was given to their niece Elaine Perry. Elaine never lived in the house and eventually in 1953 she decided to donate it to Canadian park services."

"She probably got one hell of tax break for it," Victor commented, coldly. "Does it say why she didn't live in it?"

Logan scanned the article and then stated, "She thought it was haunted."

"Haunted?" Victor repeated as he began to laugh. "Okay…."

"Well if ya think about it…it could be," Logan replied as he looked around the foyer. So much death had happened here and who knows what else happened here in this house over the years.

"Don't tell me you believe in ghosts," Victor asked, mockingly.

Logan shrugged. "Well if it's possible for us to have these powers then I don't know maybe they could exist."

"Only people's bodies are left behind when they die, Jimmy," Victor told him in a lecturing kind of way.

"Okay sure…" Logan responded, not even bothering to get in discussion about it with Victor. He then began reading the rest of the information, trying to search for something about 'The Howlett Family.' His family history was surprisingly in the end of everything though.

"It's here!" Logan exclaimed as he pointed at the 'Howlett Family' section. "The Howlett Estate was first built in 1829 by a wealthy landowner named John Howlett. He lived here with his wife, Elizabeth Howlett and their son, James Howlett." Logan stopped reading for a second to give Victor hey-there-talking-about-me look.

Victor gave him a thumbs up but his face clearly stated, 'who gives a fuck.'

Logan ignored him as he read on, "But in 1845 John Howlett was tragically killed by a disgruntled servant and-

"They gave no name for the 'servant'?" Victor interrupted, scanning the article behind Logan.

"No."

"Good."

"Okay…and uh on that same frightful night, Elizabeth Howlett committed suicide since she was grieved by her husband's sudden and awful death." Logan stopped and looked back at Victor who suddenly seemed to look away at that very second. That was a dead giveaway to Logan that Victor knew something about his mother's 'suicide' because even to this day Logan had no idea what happened to his mother after he ran away. He at least thought she died a little bit more peaceful…

"You knew, didn't you?" Logan asked, crustily. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Because I wasn't ever sure," Victor lied. "All I heard was a gunshot when I ran out after yer but I had thought she was shootin' after me or you or somethin'?"

"She shot herself?" Logan said more to himself then Victor. "Jesus Christ."

"Yeah..." Victor commented, slightly pushing Logan aside so he could read the rest of the article. "And their son, James Howlett consumed with grief as well by the death of both his parents also disappeared that very night. He was never heard from again but some of the servants claimed the poor boy was eaten by wolves."

"Haha, you hear'd that Jimmy?" Victor chuckled, amusedly at the incorrect history. "Yer were eaten by wolves-

But Victor stopped when he saw Logan's miserable face; he apparently was still upset about his mother's death.

"Victor, I think she killed herself that night because of me…" he finally muttered, shabbily. "It was me."

Victor sighed, tiredly.

"What are you?" Elizabeth Howlett asked in disgust as she glared at her son.

Victor watched James's face trembled in a mixture fear and anger at that question. It was clear that James knew that his mother was revolted by him. James's eyes began to tear up as he gave his mother one last look before he bolted out the mansion into the wilderness.

Victor's first instinct was to go after him since he knew James was probably beyond scared. He had been scared too when his claws and fangs first appeared. But he couldn't move from his spot since he was still in shock of what he just witnessed in the last few minutes. He just couldn't believe that sick little James was like…him?

Victor then began to feel great joy welting up inside of him when he realized he wasn't alone anymore. There was somebody else like him and the best part of all was that they were brothers too! Who would have guessed that Jimmy was actually his brother, this was only something he could dream of.

This had to be the best day ever in Victor's life.

Victor cringed when he saw Elizabeth throw her body on top of his father's corpse as she coddled his head. She began crying, loudly as she whimpered, "Oh Thomas, what has happened?"

Victor held the urge to say, 'what the fuck?' He still hadn't process that they had been together but it did explain a lot because there was a few times Victor had seen Mrs. Howlett walking back from his cabin house. He had always found it strange but never gave it any serious thought. It made sense now though but he couldn't help but wonder what she had seen in him. Thomas Logan was incapable of love and Victor had firsthand experience with that…

Victor felt no emotion at all as he watched her cry over his father. He found it almost pathetic and couldn't be happier that his father was dead. He only wished this day had come sooner.

He then watched Elizabeth grab the gun again as she crazily mumbled, "Not again…I should have had that abortion…" She brought the shotgun to her head and Victor said nothing or did anything to stop her. Victor was actually looking forward to watching her blow her head off.

"It's not going to hurt…" Elizabeth told herself before she pulled the trigger and then BAM! She died instantly and fell down next to Thomas when the bullet from the shotgun blew a part of her pretty head off.

Victor froze as he began to pant heavily. That had been a little bit more frightening then he thought it would be and turned around and threw up. Sure, he had seen blood and broken bones before but never had he seen someone's head be blown off and it was terrifying.

But Victor managed to stumble around Elizabeth's brains, blood, flesh, and parts of her skull that now covered floors of the mansion. He didn't even give a second glance to the other two dead bodies of his father and John Howlett when he walked out the mansion, he was already mentally blocking out all the death that was around him.

Victor's only concern right now was finding his…little brother.

"Oh come on, Jimmy," Victor snorted, shaking his head. "Two men your mother 'loved' died right in front of her, she didn't kill herself just because of you."

"You didn't see how she looked at me," Logan whispered almost inaudible. "She was so disgusted by me…"

"Why do you even care?" Victor sneered, compassionless. "I thought you didn't even like her."

"No, I just never knew her," Logan answered, softly.

Elizabeth Howlett had been a very strange woman and always kept to herself when Logan was a child. She had never been a mother to him and often recoiled when Logan would try to make contact with her but his father's love seem to make up for it. He just never understood why she was like that…

Victor shrugged, he knew it was probably better that the runt didn't know her since she was a fucking wackjob.

"Didn't you ever want to meet or know your mother?" Logan suddenly asked Victor.

Victor blinked as that question had totally caught him off guard. Victor knew nothing about his mother except for that she had died a year later after his birth. He never really gave her much thought and didn't really want to either since she probably turn out to be as fucked up as his father.

"If she was with my father then I wouldn't want to meet her."

Logan nodded, sadly. "I wish you haven't had grown up with him."

Victor gave Logan a blank yet scary look before he walked off into another room.

Logan stared after him but didn't move to go after him. He knew Victor would probably just blow up in his face if he tried to confront or comfort him. He really regretted coming here now and wanted nothing more than to just leave. This place was only giving him bad memories as well…

Victor stormed into the library and punched a nearby expensive vase that sat on a small table, shattering it. He had no idea why he was so angry but he knew now he shouldn't have come here at all.

He then began pacing around the room, trying to calm himself down until he spotted a book on the library shelf. Victor grabbed 'A Tale of Two Cities' by Charles Dickens and stared at it for a second before he viciously threw it outside the window.

That was the first book he had learned how to read from, unfortunately though it only carried a ghastly memory with it like everything else here…

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