Over the course of a life, many things happen, friends and enemies are made, partners, lovers, families, and people you adopt as family. There's also the mistakes you make and whatever leads you to make them and what consequences you face for those are some, like a certain Prince Hilton, who do their best to make sure whatever actions they take go unnoticed, or at least if they're big, they appear small to any onlooker.
He and a few others had made a bet somewhere online that whoever managed to get ahold of the Wolverine's corpse would win millions in black market cash and billions more from whomever was willing to pay for the trophy of the skeleton or better yet taxidermy of the once most feared man on the other competitors in this grim bet had their own plots to get this done, Hilton had managed to outsmart all of them by developing the genius scheme to do exactly what he had done…Kill the Wolverine, and then bring him into the location he was currently.
But it didn't end there. Prince, unlike the others, was a genius on a whole nother level. He wasn't going to just settle for billions when he could go for kill him, or make him appear dead, then reanimate him and rent him out to different governments and powers that be, or other multi billionaires on the black market for however long he'd last. That alone would make him at least billions if not trillions, and then after his body finally gave out for real, he'd taxidermy it and sell it to the highest bidder, putting him over the 'd managed to kill the mutant, but he didn't plan on leaving him that way as he held the antidote to his condition.
His plan was to get him so low that he appeared dead to everyone around him and when they were sure that he was gone they'd go in disguised as medics and people who worked with death then take the body to do what they wanted with it. But they hadn't counted on him not being willing to wake up for pumped him full of the fluid that was meant to counteract the affects he'd been fighting for months.
When it got to be a quart of the stuff they had to stop, most of the people attempting to perform the revival didn't care for whether they succeeded or, their superior had cared very much and made it clear to them that he had no problem making their disappearances or deaths look completely normal with no possibility of uncovering the truth. So, with that in mind, they kept working on him. Meanwhile, Hilton himself stood alongside them
"Come on, Wolverine, you used to be a hero, didn't you? You gotta save my ass from losing this one, man!" He said, not caring for how it was taken if it was even heard.
He'd been told by His Majesty, God that he would be going back into his own body soon. He was split between two worlds. He wanted to live in this Devine realm he'd been raptured up into, but at the same time, he didn't want to leave his family on earth alone...
"If you choose to return, there will be a time of suffering for you, but it will pass." the King said to him.
"Alright." He said, agreeing, thinking he knew what the Lord meant.
"You will be kept away from them for a little while, but there will be a way made for you." He clarified.
at this, he straightened up, realizing what He meant.
"Huughh... really?" He asked, knowing now.
"Fear nor, I work all things for the good of all." He reassured him.
Logan squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the dread of what he knew would be coming next. It was now a struggle to decide what to do, stay, or go back.
after a minute or two of thinking, he decided he'd return this time. If for nothing else, for love.
He looked to the people who weren't too far away from him. his step-father, friend Rose, grandmother, and other loved ones who'd passed way before him. Even a few of his children he didn't know he had over the years.
"I'm ready he said after he turned back to the inconcievable Being before him. A smile graced His face as He layed his hand on the mutants shoulder imbedding him with waves of warmth and a Love that put every description of the word or feeling to absolute shame. Then, before he knew it, he wasn't with them anymore...
Dark and cold were the only things registering to him. It was so dark around him, and the cold, it was so cold. He was so cold.
"He's waking up." A voice said near him, his vision was blurry, just shadows could be seen in front of him. Consciousness was slipping away from him slowly as he slid back eyes started to open slowly, his vision started to clear up a little bit at a time, revealing his location.
"There you are." A female voice said as his vision cleared.
"Is he stable?" a male voice asked just out of his line of sight.
"Yes, sir." She stepped away from where he was lying as suddenly another person came into view, a man.
"Welcome back." The painfully familiar looking man said, Logan turned his head toward him.
"Who… are you?"
"Someone who used to look up to you once, but no matter. I have different aspirations now…" His words meant no sense to his revived charge.
"We're thankful that you joined back with us. It was almost too late for you… almost.
"He gave the man a look of confusion, not sure what he was saying, the man turned to his side and nodded, he then looked to where he was looking seeing a bigger man just long enough to see his hand swipe him straight out of the blue, knocking the wind out of him, and apparently the strength as well. He hit the ground unconscious.
"Hey! we don't want to rip his head off, just knock him out, got it?!" The giant of a man looked at him, disapproving of his statement.
"Now take him to his cell. We don't want him coming to out here, I would hate it if anyone got injured unnecessarily."
The man picked him up off the ground, carrying him to the place reserved for him, putting him inside mindful of the very real threat to him and whoever else damaged their valuable charge, and setting the security lock in place. He looked at Logan for a minute, then turned back to his owner and went to him.
A half hour later:
There was a ringing in his ear that he couldn't seem to shush. Opening his eyes, he saw a small puddle of red on the floor next to him. He rose from his spot on the floor, suddenly a rush of pain ran through him, making him grunt. He looked around him, seeing the bars and silver tinted walls. Going up to them, he touched a bar, grabbing it with his hands tight. He pulled it one way with both hands. It didn't budge, getting angered at his current circumstance, he unsheathed his claws.
"Aah!" He yelped.
Blood spilled from his knuckles as he did his best to bear the sliced at the bars with his claws, then at the walls, floor and ceiling, nothing was cutting, it felt like trying to cut a rock with a stick. A moment later, he looked down at them again. Seeing the blood running out of them, he looked confused. They didn't heal. He pulled them in, and shut his eyes tight. The pain burned through his arms as the pairs of long metal laced bones retracted into them. He gasped, doing his best to ignore the pain that surged through him. Touching his knuckles with one of his fingers, the pain bit again.
"Aw, come on." He said urgently.
He watched his hands, hoping with everything that they would seal up a moment later, and he would be able to get out of here. l He waited and waited. He was getting tired… fast. Drowsiness came as a surprise to him. He was never drowsy. But then he did just die and then came back.
Looking to the floor, he realized something. A small pool of red drenched the floor, and his pants… he was bleeding out. Realizing this, he tried to get up, but fell back down, tiredness grasped memory of his family showed before his eyes, Ororo, Jessie, Evan, Kendall, and Ayotunde.
Resisting exhaustion, he forced himself to rise to his feet, and walked to the door. Reaching his hand out of the cell as if to flag someone down, he suddenly collapsed onto his knees. His vision blurred as he looked down the hall, to see a blurry figure approaching breathing slowed, his eyes started to shut as his vision began to fade. He opened his eyes again to see a blurry pale figure moving him, then another. Everything went black as he passed out.
He was suddenly in an all-white room. He was so tired, the room was so empty, there was nothing in there, not even a speck of dirt. A door was at the end of the long room, there was like an invisible force pulling him towards it, he started to walk towards fell over him as he approached it, he started to smile peacefully. Just then something pulled at him, he didn't know what it was, it was like it wanted him to turn around.
He turned, his expression softened as he saw looked at him with sadness in her face, like she wanted to tell him something from deep down, but she didn't know how to say it."James…" He turned completely around looking at her.
"Don't go… please." He looked to her as if to say, 'what?' There was another presence in the room. It was coming from behind turned to look at whatever it was. On the other side of the room, there was a pitch-black figure. It was very tall and almost lanky, furry, a moment later it lifted its head and looked toward him. It had the head of a wolf, yet the structure and shape of a body builder like the mythical anubis.
It turned toward him, revealing its most horrifying the front of its body were faces, some were the faces of people that he knew, and loved. There was one face on the top of its right pectoral that scared him… it was his. They were all being torn and distorted out of order and proportion, but, were perfectly fine all at the same time.
He turned back towards it, as if instinctually, he felt a tug from his side, looking to the source he saw his wife, holding onto him, like she was trying to stop him from going.
"Logan, no… please no…" He grabbed onto her as well, nuzzling her face with his own, ending the moment with a heartfelt kiss.
"I'm not going." He said firmly to her, trying to reassure her the best he could. He looked back to the creature, who seemed to be almost laughing at them. He glared at the thing.
"I'm not going." It repeated to him, in what could only be described as an abomination like guttural took a step back, taking him with her.
He hung onto her as if in a river with a strong current, and she was an anchor to steady him so he wouldn't be swept away. It took what seemed like a five-foot stride toward them, then another, it was getting closer, she sped up as she pulled him back with her. It got about five feet from them, then it were almost to the other side of the room, then the thing lifted up its arm and reached toward them. As they backed toward the wall the arm extended, it grew with the distance, there was a sharp clawed hand at the end of the arm.
Getting almost to the other side of the room. Ororo seeing this, pushed her husband back to the wall and got between him and the threatening claws.
"You will not take him!" She shouted loudly at the monstrous her words, it seemed to be shaken out of a trance or something, as it looked at her.
She grimaced and growled at it aggressively like the man she was defending. Suddenly, its arm started to slowly retract, pulling back to the body. There was a light from the wall, it then expanded. As if gravity switched as he fell through the light filled was a woman looking over him, she looked like a surgeon of some sort as his vision returned to him.
"He seems steady." A voice said to his side, she looked back to the person just out of his line of sight, he tried to turn his head to look at them. It was the same man he'd seen before.
Seeing that Logan was awake and looking at him he spoke.
"You know, you really shouldn't've done that." 'Done what?' Logan thought, not exactly sure what he was talking about.
"Using your claws didn't really get you anywhere, did it?" He looked at him as if to say, 'How did you know?' The man looked to his hands, making the other man look down to where he was looking. His hands were bandaged and covered in some sort of gloves.
"Your healing factor is no longer working for you, which means that you can't recover from things like you use to… And besides, that cell that you're in, is made out of pure adamantium… so even if you did have your healing factor, it would be no use.
"Logan struggled to find words for the sake of the sedative that was still waring off."Wh-why…" Was all he could muster, the man turned back to him.
"Why? Because Logan, you are wanted by many people… I was one of those people. Now that I have you, I don't intend to lose you. I never fail." Logan wasn't sure what the man meant, but it didn't sound good.
"Everyone is created for a purpose, and the ones who are more powerful are meant to serve the lesser of us. I think you'd agree with me." Logan growled at the man.
"Don't try and play tough guy with me now… Everyone knows that the big bad Wolverine is more of a teddy bear than a monster these days. Especially with such a beautiful wife and all those kids." His eyes went wide when he mentioned his family. He growled at him again, this time more threateningly.
"How!" He demanded.
"It's quite simple, you give a child a device, they'll not only figure it out, they'll find ways to get information about you and everyone you know and love as well… it's just the world we live in today."
Logan shut his eyes tight, now unsure about letting their children have things like Facebook and such.
"So this is what you meant by kept away huh." He said inwardly to ears on high.