AN Sorry for the delay everyone I'm busy with life but I'm trying to update all my stories so hang on with me ok.

Who Am I?

Chapter two

Weirdos and Tigers and Wolverines OH MY!.

They 'good' doctor must be experimenting with the Chinese water torture method because again I've been sitting in this cage for days and the only sound to entertain me was the slow humming and dripping sounds of the central air unit that ran throughout the whole facility. It had a strange beat to it almost like an old country western twang song and I found myself thinking up crazy lyrics about phyco doctors and fluffy bunnies.

I had a rough count of how long I had been trapped in this facility based on how often the doctor came and went. My closest guess would be two months, three weeks, six days and seven hours since my initial capture. I wondered how long I was going to be left in this room today. Yesterday doc Mud had come in and said today was the day for the final step of my 'procedure' all I knew was it had something to do with brain washing me so I would be a good little weapon and follow all their orders to kill and destroy the world.

Yet most of the day had already passed by and no one had come. My sharp since of smell had picked up the coppery tang of blood on the air and I was starting to wonder if my 'wonderful' hosts had found another pet project to distract them from me. If so I was torn between being happy that the sicko had left me alone and hopefully forgotten about me and angry that they would do what they had done to me to someone else.

My stomach was roaring the idiots tweedle dee and tweedle dumb had given me water the last few days but dumped my food because I had called them my nicknames accidentally. I was starving and bored… there had to be something to do I had already counted the ceiling tiles four times. There were exactly two hundred seventy three and one half tiles. If you add the half tiles if not then there was two hundred fifty nine whole tiles and fourteen half tiles.

"I got a lovely bunch of coconuts deddle de de there they are a standing in a row… bum bum bum big ones small ones some as big as your head a flick of the wrist a turn and a…" The sound of a crash outside the door interrupted my mindless singing and I quickly shut up and crouched down in my cage as best as I could ready to jump at the cage door if I had to. I didn't want to be brain washed and if the doc and his pets had finally decided to come in I wasn't going down without a fight.

The door to the room slid open and a strange man walked through. He was short and stalky probably only an inch or two taller than my 5 foot 3inches. With his wild hair sticking up to look like a strange set of ears. He was covered in blood and something about the scent of the blood smelled familiar. I lunged at the cage door with a roar trying to once again knock the door open but even with my metal skeleton nothing happened. The man was coming closer and I growled releasing my claws "Stay back… I won't let you take me and change me! I refuse! I am not a weapon! I am not a toy to be manipulated and played with… I'll kill you all before I let you use me!!!"

My mind was racing, was this man a stronger set of hands to hold me down why they brainwashed me.

The eyes of the man walking towards me softened and he let out soft sigh. "Aw shit… I thought they had stopped the project with Striker's death" He must have been talking to himself. He started towards me again with his hands raised up, blood trailing down his arms. "Shhh darlin I'm not gonna hurt you. Calm down and I'll let you out of there"

I listened to his words, (I'm not an animal you know) and leaned back on my haunches letting my claws retract slowly. "Who are you and what do you want with me?"

The man finally got up to the cage and looked over the lock. "You'll need to find the key that lock is unbreakable, trust me I've tried it's made out of adamantium."

He sighed and turned leaving the room without another word. Time slowly ticked by and I had almost thought he had left without me when he returned and pulled out a blood covered key to unlock my cage. As the door slid open I moved to get out of the cage but ended up stumbling and falling flat on my ass. Even though my mutation kept my body stable and alive the fact that I hadn't really been out of that cage for nearly two weeks and when I was I was being dragged by tweedle dee or tweedle dumb so I hadn't really used my muscles.

The stout man reached down to help me up and that was when I identified the scent that mixed with the blood. "You've killed Doc Mud, and all the other idiots that are working here."

He nodded and grunted slightly "Yes, they were the last scientists that were part of the Weapon X project. They had information on me and when they refused I got rid of them to keep them from continuing the program… looks like I was too late."

I tilted my head with a little growl "You took away my revenge… who are you that gives you the right to kill them?"

The gruff man chuckled lightly and I could feel the rich laugh rumble through my body sending a slight shiver through me. It was a nice sound much better than the harsh sterile sounds I had been listening to the past few months.

"I'm Wolverine but you can call me Logan"

I nearly fell back over when he told me his name. I sputtered for a few minutes wanting to not believe him but the 'good' doctor and the idiots had told me a few times about Wolverine and the description they had given me about the big bad wolverine matched the man standing in front of me. "But they said you were dead, drowned under Alkali lake."

The bulky man laughed and shook his head "It takes a lot more than a bit of water to get rid of me. Come on darlin lets get out of this place there is nothing left for us here. I'll get you back to your family."

I closed my eyes sighing "I've been part of this project my whole life… no family in this dimension to my knowledge, just get me out of here and drop me off at a close city. I'm Eliza by the way. Thanks for getting me out of there"

We quickly left the eerily quiet building and walked out into the knee deep snow. He lead the way to a beat up truck and I gave him a questioning look. "Does this beast actually run, it looks like it belongs in a dump"

Logan growled and glared at me shaking his head "You want a ride or not?"

I sighed and got into the truck shivering slightly "You got a place close to here or am I going to have to sit in this truck and smell the docs blood for hours on end?"

He sighed and took off down the road. "I got a hotel room about twenty minutes from here. You don't have much room to be talking darlin, you smell like you haven't bathed in weeks."

I sniffed my shirt and wrinkled up my nose "Please don't remind me… stupid jerks tweedle dee and tweedle dumb didn't let me actually wash they just hosed me down once a week. I haven't had a good shower in nearly four months… I feel really gross… I still have bits of my own blood under my nails and possible in my hair"

Logan laughed and rolled down the windows a bit to air out the nasty smelling truck. "I know its cold darling but I have a sensitive nose and the mixed smell of your filth and those jerk's blood is annoying."

I smile and nod "Yes I know what you mean. They don't call me tigress for nothing. I have a good sense of smell and I must have been blocking my own stench from my mind"

The truck went quiet until we reached the run down hotel on the edge of town. We pulled up to the room where Logan was apparently staying and quickly darted from the truck into his room hoping no one would see a man covered in blood and a woman who was only wearing a pair of short black spandex shorts and a tight sports bra.

Once we got into the room he tossed down a bag that he had brought from the truck. "You want the bathroom first or second."

I looked between the dried blood coating most of his body and my stench. "You shower first, I've lived with this filth on me for almost a month I can handle a few more minutes"

Logan nodded and picked up his bag taking it into the bathroom. I heard the water running and looked around the room. I was filthy I didn't want to sit down on anything just in case I got it dirty so I walked around the room looking at the pealing wallpaper and the single bed… Oh great Logan hadn't planned on bringing back anyone from his little information trip. There was only one small full size bed, a side table and a small dresser with a old TV setting on top. The room wasn't even really big enough for anyone to sleep on the floor unless they wanted to be very uncomfortable and the flood was filthy as well.

Great I didn't really even know the man and I was going to have to sleep in the same bed as him. I really hoped that he didn't have a cuddle habit. I use to toss and turn when I was younger and I always cuddled with a pillow. I was curious as to how this night was going to end up.

About thirty minutes later and two fuzzy infomercials the shower stopped and the bathroom door opened. Logan walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He had a shirt and boxers in one hand and the other held up the towel. "It's all yours I left an extra shirt and shorts in the bathroom for you to change into."

I gave him a half smile and went into the small bathroom closing the door behind me. I turned on the shower and pulled off my shorts and bra. Stepping into the shower I could see the water turning black from all the grime rinsing off my body. I scrubbed my body with the bar of soap that the hotel had supplied, it usually dried out my skin but it was better than nothing. After a good body scrub I found some shampoo and scrubbed my hair three times before finding the tiny bottle of conditioner. Even though this was a cheep hotel they had soap, shampoo and conditioner… either that or Logan had left them in there for me, which was more probable than the hotel.

I let the water rinse over my now clean body and enjoyed the dull warmth of the water, even if the shower spray wasn't the best it still felt better than a cold hosing down. Finally I turned off the water and got out using the scratchy towel to dry off my body than wrap up my hair. Turning to the broken full length mirror I looked over the changes my body had went through over the past four months. When I had been captured by doc Mud I had been a bit over weight weighing 150pounds. My skin had always been a natural tan color and my eyes had been a unique light blue with a dark blue ring around the outer rim.

The mirror reveled a thin almost underfed woman, I must have dropped nearly forty pounds but luckily my mutation had kept my muscle mass so most of the weight had been fat. As I looked closer I noticed that I had dark tan tiger stripes that crossed my skin, nothing noticeable unless you really looked for it a few around my upper arms, wrist and face were darker almost a black color so they were a bit more noticeable but other than that it didn't look to bad. As I took my hair out of the towel I noticed that my usually dark blond almost brown hair was now almost white with a few black streaks in it. My coloring had changed to that of a white tiger and I let out an exasperated sigh, it didn't look to bad but it was still a noticeable change.

I pulled on the cloths that Logan had left me than left the bathroom. I smelled much better and felt a hell of a lot better. As I entered the room and saw Logan curled up on the filthy floor. "Get up and get in the bed Logan, I'm not going to bite. This is your room and that floor is almost as uncomfortable as that damnable cage you just let me out of."

He got up and moved into the bed turning his back towards my side and I slid in curling up on the cool sheets. As I drifted off to sleep I found that for the first time in a long time I felt safe.

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I could feel the searing pain of the hot metal being pumped into my system and attaching to my skeletal structure all over again. The distorted faces of Doc Mud and his assistance hovering over me and I could hear their muffled voices talking about my heart rate and medical stats through the fluid I was floating in. All of a sudden I couldn't breathe water was seeping into the mask that covered my face and the world was growing dark. I was struggling to stay away through the pain and the water.

The sound of groaning and screaming woke me up and I sat strait up in bed to see Logan tossing and turning. I could easily put two and two together to see that he was probably having similar nightmares to my own. I reached out for his shoulder, "Logan wake up, it's alright"

He sat strait up his claws popping out luckily my own instincts slammed into action and my own claws met his in the middle sounding like two swords meeting.

Logan was panting and his eyes drifted down to where our claws were intersected and pushed away from our bodies. "I'm sorry darlin I should have just stayed on the floor."

I shook my head and sighed "Don't worry about it Logan, I was having one of my own… they don't ever go away do they?"

He shook his head and retracted his claws. "No, sometimes you can get someone or something to distract you from them."

I sighed and reached up brushing the hair out of his face and sighing "Come on lets lay back down. Perhaps we can get some sleep this time around."

He turned over so that he was facing me and wrapped his arm around me pulling me closer. "Sleep darlin in the morning we can head out and I'll take you to Xavier's institute. Charles can help you get readjusted here."

I yawned and leaned back into the warm body behind me. It was a bit odd to be cuddling up to this gruff man who I knew was older than my great grandmother but at the same time it was nice to have friendly human contact and his scent was very comforting. Soon darkness overtook me and I drifted into a sleep void of any dreams good or bad.

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AN: Hey guys sorry this one was so short but it is an update yeah?