A/N: Okay, so this chapter was hard for me to write... So many technicalities that I had to meet and blah blah blah. Anyway, here's my thanks and the next chapter!

Thank you for your review, BVRG0614! Here's virtual cookies for you :)

Recap: In the last chapter, Esmeralda, Logan and Elisabeth meet up with Carrie Lavigne to look at the Howlett Estate. Rogue called Remy in to help Kitty plan her wedding. In Canada, Logan opened the door to the main room in the Howlett Estate. And that's where this chapter picks up at.

Oh and keep in mind that I put Logan's memories in italics and the lines between each memory to help ease the confusion. Plus, his memories are from the movie since that was easier to understand than the comics XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any production team that created X-Men Evolution and X-Men Origins: Wolverine. If I did, I would not be writing fanfiction.

Chapter Three

Logan

I opened the two large doors that revealed a large, empty room.

All of a sudden, I knew why Esmeralda brought me here.

This is the house I grew up in.

I remember that night. I was sick, as usual. I was always sick when I was younger. I had two friends, one named Rose O'Hara and the other named Victor. Victor was sitting in my room with me when my dad entered.

Victor said, standing up abruptly, "Evening sir."

"Evening, Victor. I didn't realize you were still here."

"I was just keeping James company, sir, if that's all right."

"Very kind of you. Any better, son?"

"I'm still cold, Father." I answered.

"Just a mild fever. You'll be all right in the morning."

"You always say that."

My dad chuckled, ruffling my mop of hair and said, "And you always pull through, don't you?"

I smiled and replied, "Yeah."

There was an urgent banging on the door. All of our attention was focused on what was going on downstairs.

"Elizabeth! Elizabeth!" Thomas, our groundskeeper, called.

"Your father is drunk again." My father said to Victor.

"Elizabeth!" Thomas called.

"You should help him home, Victor." My father suggested.

"It's not my name he's calling sir."

My dad got up and walked to the door to leave when I cried out, "Father!"

"Stay where you are, James." My father commanded in a tone I had never heard from him.

My mother called out, "Get off me!"

"Father!" I cried out once more.

"You never loved him!" Thomas yelled.

I heard my dad yell, "I told you never to come back here!"

A gun fired and my mother's screams followed. I ran down the hallway and down the stairs to my father's side.

"J-James? I-I love y-." Those were my father's last words to me. He never told me that he loved me, only my mother did.

Elizabeth muttered, "No…no no no."

Thomas said to me, "James? There are things you don't understand."

"Don't." My mother pleaded.

"I need him to know!" Thomas snapped.

"Please don't."

"No more lies."

"James…"

I remember what it felt like when my bone claws first started to grow. It hurt like hell when they were emerging for the first time.I wondered if God had given me a weapon to avenge my father's death. I took it as an opportunity to kill the man who killed my father.

"AHHHH!" I screamed.

The gun went off again, but my mother pushed it away in time for the bullet to go through a wall behind me. I ran towards Thomas and stabbed him in the chest with all six of my claws.

"James!" My mother cried out in distress.

"He…He wasn't your father." Thomas said, pausing to take in a deep breath, "Son."

I withdrew my claws from Thomas and he fell to the ground, dead.

"What are you?" My mother asked me, curiously.

Without looking back, I ran. I ran as fast and as far as I could.

Esmeralda Van Holtz-Howlett

When Carrie, Elisabeth and I were outside, Carrie said, "You are the first people to show interest in the Howlett Estate ever since Jacob died."

"Really?"

"Yes. Jacob didn't have a will so the estate was left to Canada."

"Why didn't they tear it down?"

"Because of the history. They didn't want to wake spirits."

This got me thinking and wondering if Logan and I should buy the property. What if something were to happen that's paranormal?

Logan

The American Civil War

World War I

World War II

Vietnam War

The memories of these wars haunted me. The screams of the other soliders echoed in my mind. The number of people I killed in those four wars raided my brain.

There was the sound of blades clinking together.

"You know, I love this weapon more than anything in the whole world. Do you wanna know why?" Wade asked whoever was listening.

"No." Victor answered.

"It's memorable. Sure, it's a little bulky, tough to get on a plane. You whip out a couple of swords at your ex-girlfriend's wedding, they will never, ever forget it."

"That's funny, Wade. I think you confuse me with someone who gives a shit."

Wade scoffed and continued, "Right, it's probably not as intimidating as having a gun or bone claws or the fingernails of a bag lady." There was a pause in which Victor's nails lengthened and Wade grabbed the handles of his swords before Wade asked, "Manicure?"

I interrupted, "Victor. Easy."

I then groaned, holding my stomach, and said, "Oh god.".

"You gonna puke?" Someone asked.

"If we were meant to fly, we would have wings."

Zero added in, "Don't worry. More people die driving than flying."

"How about from impaling?"

John butted in, being the usual peace maker, "Hey. Be nice, or your approximation of nice. Would you like a bucket?"

"No."

After I had given up the life of killing people and following Stryker's every command, I moved to the Canadian Rockies to be a lumberjack. I met Kayla Silverfox there, the only other woman I loved besides Esmeralda. I remember the story about Koo-koo-ka-choo that she told me. That's where my name Wolverine came from.

"Why is the moon so lonely?"

"Why?"

"Because she used to have a lover."

I asked her, "Oh. You tell this to the kids?"

She turned to look at me and answered, "No."

I laughed and she contineued, "His name was Kuekuatsheu and they lived in the Spirit World together."

"Oh, this is a true story?"

"Mmm-hmm. And every night, they would wander the skies together."

"Oh."

"But one of the other spirits was jealous. Trickster wanted the moon for himself so he told Kuekuatsheu that the moon had asked for flowers. HE told him to come to our world and pick her some wild roses, but Kuekuatsheu didn't know that once you leave the Spirit World, you can never go back. And every night, he looks up at the sky and sees the moon and howls her name. But he can never touch her again."

"Wow. Koo-koo-ka-choo got screwed."

Kayla looked down at me and gave me a slight death glare and corrected me, "Kuekuatsheu."

I laughed and moved a bundle of strands away from her face and behind her ear.

"It means 'the Wolverine'." she said to me, running her fingers in my hair and beard.

"When it starts, whatever reason it is that you're doing this, focus on that. Maybe it will help."

I looked at the doctor and said, "Trust me. I've been through worse."

"No you haven't." she turned to Stryker and said, "We're ready."

Stryker came into view and said to me, "We're going to make you indestructible, but first we're gonna have to destroy you. You remember what we were looking for in Africa?"

"I remember."

He circled me as he explained, "Well, I found it. It helped us create a metal compound so strong that you will be able to withstand virtually anything. It's called Adamantium. I can't put Victor down myself, Logan. To kill him, you're gonna have to embrace the other side. Become the animal."

"Let's do this." I answered coldly.

"Oh. I almost forgot." Styker said to me, jingling my old dog tags.

"I want new ones."

"What do you want them to say?"

"Wolverine."

My new dog tags were made and placed around my neck before it began.

Stryker then walked away and up a series of stairs and began, "Generals, welcome. Today, we're going to witness medical history. Today we're gonna create Weapon X. We are about to begin bonding Adamantium to Weapon X's skeleton. Let's begin."

I could hear a beeping sound in the back ground and I was lowered into the water. I could hear the needles whirring and begin lowered into the water and up against my skin. They pierced my skin in various places and it hurt like hell. I knew that my healing factor was wanting to work and reject the needles but it didn't.

I focused on mine and Victor's past together.

"We're brothers, Jimmy."

"Son."

"VICTOR!"

I swore I could hear Kayla's voice talking to me.

"I love you."

"You're not an animal."

"It means 'the Wolverine'."

Awhile later, I heard Stryker say, "We did it. Yes! The bonding works. We use his DNA for the XI. Erase his memory."

Erase his memory. Those words rang in my ears. I didn't want to forget anything.

I tossed and turned against the needles, nearly screaming in pain as they were ripped from my skin and came out of the tank, with my new claws out and ready to kill. I killed whoever came near me and when I could make a run for it, I did. I created a whole in the wall using my new metal claws and jumped through. I then ran to the waterfall and jumped down it, not caring that I was naked.

"Son? What in hell are you doing?"

"It's cold."

"Cold? You got no clothes on."

"Yeah."

"You're not into drugs, are ya?"

"No."

"Just had a rough night?"

"Yeah. You could say that."

"Come on up to the house. Some of my son's old clothes will probably fit you. Here. Cover up with that, huh? I don't want you giving the old lady a heart attack."

I was shocked at the man's kindness to a stranger. No one had been that nice to me in years, even if he did keep his shotgun pointed at me the entire time.

I was sitting on the motorcycle in the barn thinking about Kayla when Travis walked in, carrying a jacket. It smelled of leather and must.

"You sleep okay?" he asked me.

"Uh yeah."

"You look like a man fixing to do a bad thing. You know what happens to men who go looking for blood?" he asked, walkiing towards me.

"What?"

"They find it. We all got a choice, son."

"Yeah, well mine got taken."

"Bullshit." he handed me the jacket and continued, "This was my son's jacket. Try it on."

I slipped the jacket on and it was a perfect fit.

I looked at the older man and said, "Thank you."

"Yep. You wanna take my bike for a spin? Test the suspension?"

"'64 huh?" I mounted the bike and it squealed under my weight.

"Man you're heavy."

"Yeah. I put on a little weight recently."

Heather walked into the barn, carrying a tray of food. "Good morning!"

"Good morning." I returned with a smile.

"Oh. It fits you beautifully. I brought you som-"

Her words were cut short when she was shot twice. Travis was is a state of shock. A bullet hit him as well and I caught him before he fell to the ground. There was only one person I knew who could shoot like that. Zero.

Servent

"Did you find her?" he asked me.

"Not yet, sir."

"Well hurry up! I must find my wife!" he shouted, slamming a fist on a table that broke under the pressure.

"She's hard to locate, sir. I can't find a single trace of her. Plus, you have me scanning all of earth for her, sir."

"It can't be that hard to find an African woman with white hair and blue eyes!"

A/N: So? What do y'all think?

Who's looking for Storm?

Will Logan come to terms with his past?

Will Esmeralda and Logan buy the property?

How come Jacob Howlett didn't have a will?

Did Jacob have kids?

So many questions.

Review for the answers while I put my hands on ice. That was a lot of typing O.o