It's been a while since I've had an update.

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3. First Class

"So, kids, can anyone tell me what this is?" Logan pointed to the black board behind him, a gun drawn in chalk slapped in the middle.

"Duh. It's a gun." Eddie Brock sarcastically said. Logan smirked, and crossed his arms.

"Yes, Eddie, it is a gun. Now, how many of you are invulnerable?" No hands went up. "How many of you have a healing factor?" Logan raised his own hand, and to his satisfaction no one else's hand went up. "Great. Now, we could do reports on how a gun works, how fast it could kill you, and where exactly you'd have to shoot to make it fatal. Or, we could see what it's like first hand." The three students watched Logan as he pulled open a desk drawer, drawing a .22 pistol. "This baby right here... It's small, lightweight. Perfect size for a woman." Laurie shifted uneasily in her seat. Peter watched her, and Eddie smirked. "Now, follow me kids." He opened the door to his classroom, sliding out into the hall with the teenagers behind him. "Alright... Coast is clear. Let's go." The students followed Logan down the hallway until he stopped by a jet black door. "Alright..." He threw open the door, and hurried the kids inside. He shut it behind him, and noticed the kids awestruck faces.

"What is this place?" Peter whispered, looking around the glowing white room.

Logan smiled. "This is what we like to call the Murder Room. Not that any murder's have taken place here, but it senses every living thing as soon as it steps through the doorway. When every living thing is gone, even if it's less than those who entered, the room absorbs everything left."

Eddie smirked again. "Neat... so like, blood, corpses, weapons..." Logan nodded.

"Alright, so who want's to go first? Eddie how about you?" He tossed the gun to the boy.

Eddie suddenly looked nervous. "What do you want me to do with this?"

Logan smirked. "What do you think? Shoot me." Eddie gulped, and then pointed the gun at Logan. "Alright..." He pulled the trigger, resulting in a loud bang, and Logan snarled, falling backwards into one of the glowing white walls. He lay on the ground, blood spreading around the small, circular bullet wound in his chest. Eddie stared at him. Suddenly, the bullet was pushed upwards and out of the small hole in Logan's chest. Then, the hole sealed over with a new layer of muscle and skin. He stood, rolling his shoulders. "Just like the good ol' days." Laurie smiled, and Peter watched Logan in amazement. "Wow..." Logan looked at Peter, and gave him a smirk. "Alright, kids. Tomorrow we'll be examining your different powers." Laurie stared at Logan, while Eddie gulped again. "Class dismissed."

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Wolverine dropped from the X- Jet, falling towards the ground at breakneck speed. He hit the ground and immediately a few bones in his body shattered. His arm twisted around his back, and his leg was badly bent out of shape. Wolverine sat up in slight pain, letting the bones heal and then popping his leg back into place. His arm straightened itself out, and he growled. He was on a solo mission. He looked around, seeing countless trees in the dark night. Logan stood, pulling his yellow and blue hood over his head. His claws slid from his hands, and he dashed forward.

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A lone security guard stood still, scanning the area in front of him, the butt of his MP5 tucked into the crook of his arm, the barrel facing the ground. Suddenly, he heard a snarl from behind and three metal claws ripped through his intestines, causing him to fall to his knees in pure agony. Wolverine ripped his claws from the man's gut, and brutally tore the man's clothes from his body. He slid the camo pants over his own yellow and blue uniform, and then he fastened the thick jacket. His claws slid back into his arms, and he slid the man's black boots onto his own. Finally, he took off his hood, tucking it behind the heavy jacket so it would be concealed from view, and then he picked up the MP5. He began to walk to the military base in front of him.

Within seconds of reaching Wolverine, the man was dead. Logan picked up his gun,skin and muscle cells still regenerating, and open fired on the 14 guards that had assaulted him. A few seconds later, they were all dead. Wolverine stepped into the room, walking past the countless bodies and arriving at a small console at the other end of the room. He quickly typed in four numbers, and the wall to the left of Wolverine slid away. Behind it, a bloodied and beaten Vision sat on his knees in handcuffs. He looked up slowly

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Logan walked through the empty hallways of the military base. Eventually, he located a gigantic, metallic door. Dropping the MP5, Wolverine drew his claws and stabbed into the door, ripping them open with force. He was greeted with a massive barrage of gunfire, literally ripping his skin and muscle from his body. Blood splattered the wall behind him, and Wolverine fell down. The guards that had blown him apart, lowered their guns, turning away from him. A man in the same uniform as the guards ran out to Logan, intent on getting rid of the body and cleaning up the mess. He had an AK-47 strapped to his back. Within mere seconds of reaching Wolverine's body, the man was dead. Logan grabbed his rifle, blasting apart all 15 of the guards that had tried to kill him. He threw the AK-47 down, and walked across the large room to a console on the other end. He located a keyboard, and typed in thee numbers, causing the wall to the left of him to slowly slide open. Behind it, a beaten and bloodied Vision looked up slowly, one of his eyes swollen almost shut. He wore thick handcuffs that had some sort of electricity producing device attached to them.

Logan approached him, drawing his claws and slicing clean through the handcuffs, freeing the injured Vision. "...Logan?" Vision asked quietly. Wolverine nodded, picking up Vision and cutting a hole in the wall. He stepped out of the hole into the empty wilderness around the building. He layed Vision on the ground, and looked up into the sky, pulling out a small communicator.

"Charlie? Could you send Bruce out here to pick me up? I found Vision. He's wounded." Suddenly, a huge mob of soldiers came from the woods, firing rapidly into the sky and screaming in some foreign language. "Shit." Wolverine whispered, drawing his claws.

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Well that was the chapter. Hopefully I'll get some reviews, positive or negative. Oh, and Vision is not Vision II. It's just Vision I. I'll go into the story of why he was captured and all this next time.