Author's Notes: I know I know it's been awhile but my creative juices have been kind of dry lately. Uh nvm that sounded weird…but anyway work has also kept me busy this Christmas break! Boo! But after watching an episode of 'Celebrity Ghost Stories' I got some ideas again…haha you'll find out why in a minute.

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"Poppa Poppa guess wat! A ten year old Victor yelled excitedly as he ran through the door into his cabin home. His excitement though quickly diminished when he saw his father, Thomas Logan, drinking a bottle of whiskey.

Victor grimaced since whenever his father would drink that nasty tasting stuff, it would put him in a terrible mood and make him do bad things…

Their cabin home was small and only had one room in it which contained a messy table with two chairs underneath it, two bed cots, a small kitchen area for chopping meat and small dresser that had more tools in it then clothes.

Thomas, who sat by fireplace slammed his whiskey bottle down on the table before he grunted, "Wat are ya hammerin' bout?"

"Oh uhh nothin' Poppa, I'm just happy to be done with ma chores," Victor causally answered as went over to his cot.

Even though, Thomas was drunk as a skunk, he did notice that Victor was trying hiding something behind his back. He then watched Victor try to hide the object underneath his hay stuffed pillow.

"Wat ya tryin' to hide boy?"

"Wat yer mean, Poppa?" Victor asked as he sat on his cot, pretending he had no idea what he was talking about.

"Don't lie to me boi, now ya cum over here and bring wat yer hidin' before I smack ya silly!" Thomas ordered as he took another shot of whiskey.

Victor nervously took out what he was hiding before he came over to his father and held it out for him to see. It was a book "The Tale of Two Cities," by Charles Dickens.

"Gimme that!" Thomas snarled, yanking it from him. He stared at the book for a second before he hit Victor over the head with it.

"Ooww! Wat was that fer?"

"Did yer steal this!"Thomas roared, furiously as he threatened to hit Victor again.

"No poppa I swear!" Victor cried, shielding his head. "James let me borrow it!"

"Wat? Why? You can't read."

"I can poppa…" Victor said, quietly. "James is teachin' me.

"A six year old is teachin' ya how to read?" Thomas laughed, throwing the book on the table. "You really are stupid and pathetic."

"No I'm not!" Victor hissed back. "Who else am I supposed to learn from? You never taught me and you won't send me to school! James isn't the greatest teacher since he's still learnin' from his nanny but he's the only person who will teach me! And I want to know how to read Poppa, real bad!"

"Okay fine I'll teach ya then!" Thomas rumbled, fiercely as he threw the book back at him.

Victor smiled as he caught the book and pulled the other chair next to his father. He was so happy and excited that his father was going to teach him how to read. This had to be the nicest thing his father had ever done for him.

"Okay start," Thomas instructed while he took out a cigar and lit it.

"I don't know-

"Just read dammit!"

"Uh okay…erm…it was er uh the beast of tims, it was the warst of tims-

"No you idiot!" Thomas snapped, swiping the book right of his hands. "It says, 'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times!' That doesn't it even matter sense wat you said! See this is why I never taught ya coz you're too dumb!"

Victor's eyes tear up while he hid his face behind his hands and whimpered, "No I'm not…I'm just beginnin' to learn how to read. I have to practice if I want to be gud-

"Yer never be good because you're too dumb to learn how to read! I was right not sendin' you to school since you'd be wearin' that dunce cap every single day! Stick to yer chores! That's all yer good fer!" Thomas barked at him before he suddenly threw the book into their fireplace, igniting it to flames.

"No!" Victor cried, trying to grab for it but Thomas grabbed him by the scuff of his shirt and sat him back down.

"That was James's father's book!" Victor sobbed while he watched the book burn into ashes. "I'm goin' to get in so much trouble!"

"Shudda up!" Thomas snarled, taking the cigar out of his mouth. "You are such a cry baby, do ya need another lesson on how a man acts?"

Victor frantically shook his head no as he stared fearfully at the cigar.

"Then stop cryin'! Men don't cry! Only women do!" Thomas told him. "Life is pain and it will never get better but there is one thing that can make you feel better…." He picked the whiskey bottle up and shoved it in Victor's face.

"No!" Victor cried, pushing the bottle away. "It tastes bad!"

"Drink it!" Thomas barked while he shoved the bottle down his throat.

Even though, it burned Victor's mouth and throat, it eventually did make him feel better like his father said…

Victor didn't even notice nor care as thorns, vines and tree branches scratch and cut his face while he ran in abnormal speed through the dark forest. He wasn't even really aware of his surroundings, he had just began running…running away from that manor of monstrous memories.

Victor did eventually stop running after almost thirty minutes had gone by when his body finally demanded that he catch his breath but instead he held his breath when he saw what lay ahead of him a few yards.

Behind a few tall trees, he saw a structure of a decomposing chimney.

He had unknowing ran in the direction of where his old childhood cabin house was. This literally was the last place he wanted to be right now since it carried even more horrible and grotesque memories then the Howlett mansion.

Victor stared at it for a couple minutes before he reluctantly walked up to it. He was curious to see if the cabin had survived but soon found out the cabin house was completely gone, only the chimney and the moss covered foundation remained there.

Good riddance.

His instincts screamed to turn around and leave but instead Victor walked onto the foundation, totally going against his instincts that he usually always trusted and listened to.

"What the fuck?" Victor whispered as he noticed the temperature had significantly gone down as soon as he walked onto the foundation. It was so cold, his breath was visible and frost slowly began to cake itself on his black coat and hair.

It only got weirder as an eerie feeling came over him like he was being watched. He looked around, suspiciously while he walked over to the chimney.

Victor then found himself staring at fireplace for a while as he remembered how his father would heat up certain things in the fire like a…fireplace poker. And right at that thought, Victor suddenly yelped in surprise when he felt something red hot touch his back but when he turned around, nothing or no one was there.

Victor stepped back dumbfounded as he touched his back, not understanding what had just happened.

There's no way…no I'm just imagin' things, Victor determined as he shook his head. He did though; decide it was time to go since it was getting freaky here by the second.

But when Victor turned around to leave this awful place, someone tripped him by sticking their foot out. Victor fell flat on his face since he didn't have enough time to break his fall and he got a bloody nose as blood begin to ooze out of his nose.

"Still pathetic I see?" A voice said above him…a very familiar voice.

Victor looked up and couldn't believe what stood in front of him. It was his father….

Thomas Logan looked exactly the same since the last time Victor had seen him and was even wearing the same clothes he had on when he died. But he was ghostly white and black blood ran freely down from his stomach where Jimmy had stabbed him.

"Boii, ya look like yer just seen a ghost," Thomas smirked down at him as black blood spilled out the corners of his mouth.

Victor's mouth opened but no sound came out since shock and horror began to cripple him.

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"Hey Victor, have far did you get in the book?" A cute little six year old James asked, happily when Victor solemnly entered into his bedroom after he finished his morning chores. "Do you want to read it together? I bet you're so much better now!"

Victor didn't say anything as he sat at the end of his bed, looking like he was about to faint. Victor had gotten a pretty bad hangover from drinking his father's whiskey from the night before and was obviously sick from it but was still forced to do his chores today. He had already puked twice while doing his morning chores.

"Victor, are you sick? Do you need a bucket?" James asked while he picked up the silver bucket by his bedside. James was sick so often every kind of medical precaution was in his room.

Victor grabbed the bucket before he threw up in it but he then started crying in it.

"What's wrong? Are you in pain?" James asked, scooting over to Victor. "Do you need medicine-

"No, I'll be fine," Victor answered, lifting his head up. "It's just that I can't give you, yer book back, Master James. I'm so sorry-

"Is that why you're crying-

"I'm not cryin' I'm just sick!" Victor automatically yelled, remembering his father's 'advice' about how men don't cry. "Sometimes you can't help it when yer sick!"

"Okay…well what happen to the book?"

"….my father threw it into the fire," Victor replied while holding back more tears. "I tried to stop him but-

"Why would he do that?" James asked in utter disbelief.

"He said… I was too stupid to learn how to read," Victor muttered, low. "And he's right since I couldn't even read the first sentence…"

"What? No you're not!" James yelled in outrage. "You are so smart, Victor! I wish I was as smart as you! Don't listen to him! Why would he say that anyway? Fathers aren't supposed to be mean."

"Yeah except my father…" Victor mumbled into the bucket before he looked back at James. "But I swear I'll pay for it Master James-

"How many times have I told you not to call me Master!" James said over him. "It sounds weird and don't worry Victor, I'll just tell my father, I lost it. Now why don't you rest for a bit and I'll read you book and when you get better you can start reading to me when I don't feel good-

"Wait…you're still gonna to teach me how to read after all that?" Victor asked, dumbfounded while setting the bucket down.

"Yes-

"Oh thank you!" Victor smiled as hugged James, totally forgetting he was sick since he was so happy that he wasn't going to get in trouble and that James was going to continue to teach him how to read. Victor had never been so happy before. He had always thought this kid was a snob but he turned out to be the greatest friend Victor ever had.

Logan took out a cigar as he debated on whether he should wait for Victor to come back or if he should just leave. He had already spent half an hour waiting for him to finish his little nature run through the woods but had yet to come back.

Logan could easily track down Victor since he obviously didn't bother to hide his tracks but Logan had no desire to seek out Victor. It was obvious to Logan this place upset Victor but when Victor was ever upset Logan usually just stay out of his way. Since anytime Logan tried to help, comfort or talk to Victor when he was upset, it would always end badly.

Logan didn't want a mushy emotional relationship with Victor but he sometimes wished his brother would just talk to him about what bothered him instead of just bottling up inside of him and then expressing what he felt through rage and violence.

Logan sighed since he knew that wish would probably never happen. Victor had way too much pride and he also thought showing emotion was a sign of weakness.

Victor as a kid was so much easier to deal with, Logan thought, sullenly. Victor was a lot nicer and less complicated when he was a kid but those days were light years behind him

After Logan lit his cigar and harshly sucked on it while he blew smoke out of it a few times, he then stubbed the cigar out on the ground and finally decided he was going to leave now with or without Victor. It was getting colder and darker and who knew how long he would have to wait out here for moody Victor.

Logan wasn't going to drive far, he probably stop at some nearby pub and just wait for Victor there. Victor would have no problem tracking him there but he knew Victor probably be beyond pissed that he left him behind but Logan really didn't care anymore.

Logan stretched his arms out as he stood up from the porch of the mansion but as he made his way back to the car, he noticed another car coming up the long driveway.

He relaxed though when he realized it wasn't the police or anyone of consequence, it was just a car of drunken teenagers. He grinned at the car since being the asshole that he was (sometimes); Logan thought spoiling these teenagers' fun could be fun.

When the blue 1950 Buick Super finally drove up to the Mansion, it almost sounded like Elvis Presley was in concert here since they had the radio up so loud. Three boys and two girls were inside the car just having a grand old time.

"Hey, you kids are on private property," Logan told them when they turned off the car and their music.

They all looked at him, caught off guard since they didn't think anybody was here but one girl screamed.

"It's one of the ghosts!" she cried, burying her face into one of the guy's shoulder.

Being that the Howlet Estate was as old as it was, there were naturally rumours that the manor was haunted and that's precisely why these kids were here so they could drink and playfully scare themselves silly.

"No Jenny, it's just some man here to spoil our buzz," a cocky boy wearing a high school jacket said before he took a sip of his beer. "Do you even work here, eh? You don't look like it. Maybe you're a trespasser too! Yeah you're definitely a trespasser and I bet you're trying to rob this historic place! Well my dad is head of the Mounties and if you don't leave, I'll call him-

The boy stopped talking though when Logan suddenly grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him through the window. All of his friends started freaking out and tried grabbing the boy's legs so they could keep him in the car but Logan pulled him out with ease

"Do you really think I'm some highschooler you can push around?" Logan growled in his face, intensely. He was going to love putting this spoil brat in his place.

"Uhhh n-n-no-

"GHOST! I'M NOT KIDDING" the Jenny girl began screaming again while she pointed at one of the windows in the mansion.

Logan dropped the kid as he turned around and looked where the girl was pointing and saw a figure of person staring out at them. A chill went up Logan's back when the figure's head turned and then appeared to be just looking at him.

The cocky kid jumped back into the car and they all drove off as fast as they could from the Howlett Estate, leaving Logan staring at the figure before it disappeared.

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Yeah it's kind of turning into a ghost story now…do you guys like that idea? Oh well it's happening anyway ;p

Oh and yeah ten year old Victor doesn't have his powers yet so yeah if you guys were wondering...

Sorry if this is late but Merry Christmas and Happy New Year guys!

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