A/N: Here's the next chapter! It was difficult for me to write.
Special thanks to Dark Lord (Guest) for all his help! I give most of this chapter to his ideas. Thank you :3 (Some of your ideas are in this chapter and others will be in a later chapter)
Another thanks goes to BVRG0614. :)
Hope y'all like this chapter. (Sorry that it's short.)
Chapter Four:
Logan (A/N: These memories are tidbits from Wolverine's Shadow.)
"Why isn't it Wolverine?"
"What do you want, Stryker?"
"Why the three sisters of course."
"Why?"
"Because they are very powerful and will be useful to me."
"Well you will have to go through me to get to them."
"Easy enough."
Stryker pulled out a syringe and Esmeralda jumped in front of me. Stryker shot the liquid against her neck. She pulled back an arm and punched Stryker. It sent him flying.
"Hello, Logan."
"Ez, what are you wearing?"
"Apparently, a lot of leather." She grinned a grin that drove me crazy.
Her lips on mine.
"I can smell you, Ez." She reappeared in her pajamas. "What are you doing here? Spying on me?"
"Couldn't sleep. I had to entertain myself somehow."
"Enterain, ay?"
"I don't like that look in your eye, Logan." I pinned her to the wall, caging her in my arms. "Now, Logan, is this any way to treat a lady?"
"Damn you and your accent."
I crashed my lips onto hers and we were like that for awhile.
"So does this mean-"
"Yes." I interrupted. "Did that entertain ya?"
"Why yes. Yes it did."
"The Morlocks remind me of someone...Their grumpiness and all that..."
"Who?"
"You."
"Ez?"
"Yeah, Logan?"
I kissed her while we were still invisible.
"I wanted to do that, just in case one of us dies."
"Esmeralda, will you marry me?"
"I love you, Logan."
"I, Esmeralda, promise to love you until I die. If loving you kills me before it's my time, then so be it. At least I'll die happy. I promise to stick by your side and support you. Even through you make me mad sometimes, at the end of the day, I still love you. I will always love you, James Logan Howlett."
When I held Elisabeth for the first time, it was indescribeable. She looked up at me with her mother's eyes and I knew that this is what it was like to be a father.
"Daddy! Watch!"
I opened my eyes and saw that I was standing right where my claws appeared for the first time. Also, my claws were out. I retracted my claws and looked down at the floor. Bloodstain.
"James? I-I love yo-"
I looked across the room and there was another bloodstain.
"He wasn't your father...Son..."
There was one more bloodstain to the right of the second, but closer to the first.
"What are you?"
I could hear the voices clearly.
"No. No. NO!"
I covered my ears with my hands and the claws unsheathed themselves. I ran to the far wall and dug both sets of claws into the wall, releasing my anger where Thomas had once stood.
Esmeralda Van Holtz-Howlett
"What was that noise?" I asked Carrie.
"I have no idea. It was probably your husband. It sounded like it came from the house."
I grabbed Elisabeth and followed Carrie back into the house. We walked to the main room, but saw nothing there except for foot prints in the dust.
"I hear something upstairs." Carrie announced and we followed her up the steps.
Logan
I pulled my claws out of the wall and walked to the stairs. I took two up at a time, wanting to get to what used to be my room. I ran down the hall and took a left into the last room. There was an unmade bed and various other pieces of furniture throughout the room. I moved the rug out of my way and fell to the floor.
"We're brothers, Jimmy. Do you know what that means?"
"Brothers forever."
"Jimmy and Victor."
"Rose and Jimmy."
I remember etching those things into the floor and covering them from my father with the rug. The last one got to me though. Rose was my first crush. There was a new etch though.
"I will return."
"Oh, God."
Esmeralda Van Holtz-Howlett
When Carrie and I made it to the top of the stairs, we both heard, "Oh, God."
Carrie and I looked at each other and then walked to where we heard the noise. On the floor of the last bedroom on the left was Logan staring the floor with his head in his hands.
"Logan, what's wrong?"
"He's coming."
"Who?"
"Victor."
Logan
I walked out of the room and walked down the steps and ran outside to find my grandfather's cottage. It was still there, somehow. I walked in and there was a note on the table.
"James,
If somehow you are reading this, I'm sorry I didn't take you in after the incident. I wanted to say sorry but I couldn't find you or Victor. Rose didn't know where you went, but just said that you and Victor took off in the middle of the night.
Grandpa Howlett"
How did this letter survive all that time?
Etched in the table was, "You will die."
I set the letter down and walked around to the family graveyard.
John Howlett Sr
1805-1842
Elisabeth Howlett
1810-1842
John Howlett Jr
1828-1840
James Howlett
1832-
Jacob Howlett
1835-1905
Esmeralda Van Holtz-Howlett
"Logan!" I called out.
"I think he ran down to the graves."
"There's graves on the property?"
"Yes. Five. The Howlett family is buried there."
"Take us there."
Elisabeth and I followed Carrie for some time and there was Logan, sitting in front of the fourth grave.
"Logan, are you okay?" I asked.
He pointed to the grave and I saw that it was his grave. The death year was unmarked, but his family had put the headstone there.
"They never found James. He ran off the night the others were killed. Rumor has it that his grandfather tried to find him, but he didn't succeed." Carrie said to us.
"That's a lie." Logan coldly added.
"What do you mean?"
"This is my grave."
"What? There's no way you could be James."
Logan pulled out his wallet and handed her his license.
"Prove it."
Logan unsheathed his claws and Carrie gasped.
"I-It's impossible..."
Servant
"Anything?" he asked me.
"Not yet, sir."
"She has to be in the states. Xavier would take her there for protection."
"Okay, sir. Anything else?"
"Not that I know of."
"I will continue searching for her, sir."
"Good."
Esmeralda Van Holtz-Howlett
"I-I can't believe it..." Carrie muttered.
"Believe it, Carrie, but you have to keep this knowledge to yourself."
"Oh I will. No one would believe me if I told anyone anyway."
"Thank you, Carrie." I said to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"A-Are you buying the property?"
I looked at Logan who told me his answer.
I turned to Carrie and said, "Yes we are."
A/N: Eh? What do you think? I was nice enough to not leave a cliffhanger. Haha. Please review! And the years on the headstones I made up (except the birth year of James and the death years of Thomas and Elisabeth. Jacob was the brother I came up with and his importance will be revealed in a later chapter.)
With Love,
Penelope Anne