As the weeks pulled on things seemed to get more strained on Logan's mind. He began noticing the things Stryker was having them do. Brutal things for no honest reason. It bothered him that he was apparently the only one noticing it. What was worse was that Victor was just diving more and more into the brutality.
He had his final straw when they were told to kill off innocent people over metal. Logan had to grab his brother's arm to stop him. Victor was going to kill innocents without a second thought. He couldn't take it any more. He just left.
With Logan gone Victor descended deeper into his disconnect with everyone around him. For the first time since he met his brother Victor was truly alone. It became obvious just how much pull Logan had on Victor's psychopathy.
Stryker noticed the dark change in Victor. He was more than happy to cultivate it for his own personal gain.
Victor did things for him without questioning. Anything to get his mind off how much he missed his brother. He went headlong into whatever mission he was told to do, even as the others began to drop out of Stryker's employ.
x
Eventually Victor was able to get back to his brother, but each time it ended with them fighting. Not exactly the reunion that he had hoped for. The most breaking moment was at the end of Stryker's pooling of the mutants, when Logan told Victor they were through.
Up to that point Victor had allowed Stryker to make him believe what he was doing was getting his brother's attention. In his ruptured mind it was true. The same way a child misbehaves to get attention, good or bad.
Stryker was no longer there to whisper in his ear and it left Victor back to being alone. This time he was alone with his own thoughts. With his own depressing loneliness.
Victor filled his time with thought of his Jimmy. How much happier they were before they joined Stryker. Before they joined the wars. Were they even happier before they came to America?
They use to have conversations, play about and joke, care for eachother. They use to display affection to one and another. Both of them had problems but they were happy because they had eachother at the end of the day.
Had his actions really broken them apart? Did he actually make his brother hate him? No one to talk to, no one. Just him alone. Because he couldn't control himself.
Unbeknownst to Victor, Logan had lost his memory. For years he was wondering about trying to get it back. There was always a nagging feeling in him that remained unspoken. He knew it was something specific he was missing out on.
X
Logan awoke with a gasp. More nightmares and strange dreams.
He stretched out on his bed and prepared to get ready for work when he noticed he wasn't at the school.
"Where the h3ll am I?" he peered about the room. This was definitely not his room at the school. Seemed he was in a hotel room, "When did I get here?"
The mutant sat up and contemplated this strange situation and thought it good to check his pants. They were nowhere to be found. Bloody great. He flopped against the pillow and turned to the nightstand. His wallet was actually sitting their waiting alongside his cell phone.
He was more than happy to discover he had all his money still. But he didn't have his bag. There were some very important things to him in there. And he knew if he left right after waking he'd run the risk of leaking. It was either leave then or leak regardless.
He stood, nearly tripping. There was a bag next to the bed. Where did it come from? It certainly wasn't his. It smelled relatively new and upon closer inspection had clothes in it as well as diapers and hygiene products that Logan needed. Along with some misplaced fork.
It made him realize he had only woken in his diaper, the stupid thing. He hardly ever slept without pants on since at any moment someone could burst into his room. There was no great way of explaining him wearing adult pampers, so he kept it secret.
The clothes and loose diapers had another scent. Like spearmint perhaps. Fact of matter, he could even smell the fragrance seeping from the bathroom. These weren't even his clothes or diapers. He wore plain ones, these had bear designs on the bottom and across the band.
This was really peculiar and he didn't appreciate it. He quickly got changed and dressed before grabbing his jacket and leaving.
X
"Did you enjoy your stay sir?" the man at the front desk asked.
"Uh, yeah. When did I check in?"
"Early this morning. Around 2am," he checked records.
"Was there anyone with me?"
"I didn't check you in but the room is in the name of Logan Howlett."
"Hrm. You can check me out then," he told the man.
"You paid for a full night, sir. Are you sure you want to go?"
"Yeah, actually I think I will stay."
X
Logan sat in the dining area of the hotel, enjoying some free breakfast. He had decided to stay a little longer to sit, think and see if someone would come for that room.
He remembered last night. He was fighting with some clown, but he had got blasted. Things got fuzzy. He must have lost consciousness, but he remembered hearing someone talking. What were they saying?
X
After a few hours Logan figured the one who checked him in wasn't going to show back up. That was fine, he had whomever's clothes these were which were supposedly covered in their scent. He'd just track them the old fashioned way.