Return of Weapon X

Chapter 1

He was crouched on top of the school housing many mutant children and the X-Men themselves, a cigar lit and loosely hanging out of his mouth. Logan growled lowly, his mental state at the moment was bordering on psychotic and angry. His instincts were wound so tight that a branch snapping could set him off; it was a good thing ol’ Chuck is keeping people away. Sniffing the air all he smelt was pollution and the stink of artificial shit kids like using and eating these days. It was close enough to make him want to gag.

No longer did people eat anything truly fresh. The image of him and someone he should know chasing down a deer, killing it, gloating over it and then eating it after it was cooked over a fire. At one point in his life, he didn’t like things raw. Now however, he could care less.

No longer did they do anything the hard way, preferring the easy way of doing things and accomplishing only half-victories. The image of a small cabin, built by hand and distances walked rather than using one of those old cars. How old was he anyway?

Sad for the whole lot of them. Logan shifted as he turned his ear towards the exit he used to get here. A skylight he found, the sound of wheels turning caught his attention. Chuck was no doubt going to come playing the good ol’ shrink again.

“Logan. Are you alright?” Xavier asked, concern clearly heard, despite the calm approach. He was truly and honestly concerned for the welfare of Logan; he was a key player in the team even though everyone could function without his presence and for the man himself. Not to mention the welfare of everyone else around him was on his mind, the last thing Xavier needed was a repeat of what happened.

Yup, the old fool was trying the kind approach. If he had any brains he would have kept Logan far away from this place. Especially after the last incident after one of their humanitarian styled missions to keep the scared spineless mutants safe and keep peace between two hateful groups of people.

Logan didn’t know what was wrong with him, but it was far from good.

'The mission was nearly complete, the sentinel was in pieces on the ground and Logan was healing from the wounds he received. But that didn’t take away the tight feeling in his body, it was like he was a spring ready to rebound and snap. Logan knew it was a bad sign, something that shouldn’t be happening. But since he started having those horrible nightmares of wars he didn’t remember fighting and shaded figures he should know, he’s been on edge. More so then usual. 

It was a dangerous time to be near him. He knew it. They didn’t. The X-Men. The team he fought beside. The closest things he’d ever have to call friends. And Logan didn’t get many of those. He prayed they wouldn’t do something stupid around him. That would be a very, very bad thing. Logan could very well kill them, and he didn’t want that. Not really… Did he? Damn, that was how tightly wound he was. 

He wanted more blood. The sentinel didn’t bleed, it wasn’t satisfying. It only provided a temporary outlet. Snarling softly to himself he paced on the outside of the group while One-Eye was checking over the damage done to the team and the surroundings.

“Logan?” Summers said, mainly to get his attention obviously, approaching him from the back an extra precaution the man used in order to ensure that Logan was listening. Foolish. But Logan heard him coming and didn’t react other then looking over his shoulder. Unfortunately for Logan, Fearless Leader kept yapping in that annoying way he does though this time it was directed towards everyone, 

“We’re leaving, when we get back we’ll have to have a meeting to discuss what we did wrong and how we can improve it.” 

What a fuckin’ boyscout. Made him sick.

“Improvements that need to be made is simple bub.” Logan snarled without thinking, he saw Kurt twitching his tail nervously. The blue elf obviously doesn’t like it when people on the same team start confronting each other. Elf best be gettin’ used to it, that’s for sure. After all, Logan’s on the team.

He heard the gritting of teeth could be heard clearly, but only by Logan and no doubt Hank who was watching the situation with more calculating concern then normal. He knows something don’t smell right. That Logan didn’t smell right, too much animal in the scent. Too much aggression. 

“Do enlighten us, Wolverine.” Summers nearly growled out, but kept the tone sickly professional. Logan’s going to kick his ass one of these days for that tone. Fearless Leader’s gotta learn a few things about Logan. And after three, four years he aught to know those lessons by now. If not, Logan would no doubt love to become a ‘Professor’ and school the fool.

“Perhaps we should wait for this until we return to our base of operations?” Hank spoke, choosing his words carefully while his fur seemed to bristle. Yup, Hank knew something wasn’t right and the animal in ‘im knows to be extra cautious.'

“Logan. You have to talk to me, the emotions you are experiencing along with that memory is far from safe. For you, and everyone else.” Xavier’s words rung out, breaking Logan out of his dark reverie. Xavier was having trouble pinpointing the source of Logan’s troubles because of both the turmoil and the fact that Logan wasn’t letting him in all that much. But the glimpses he’s caught told him that it resolved mainly around what happened not even a couple of days ago. Which wasn’t good.

Logan scoffed as he shifted and his claws slide out. Logan stared at them with emotionless eyes. He could see his reflection in them, and frowned deeply. They weren’t always metal, at one point they were just regular bone. How he knew, he wasn’t entirely sure. But he did. He knew full well that they weren’t originally metal. In fact, like the rest of his skeleton. His claws were coated as well.

'Of course, Summers didn’t take the kind advise given to him. No he opened his mouth one more time, Logan of course responded in kind. Verbally at first. But as the disagreement continued something snapped, something dangerous. Animal like. 

And with a roar, Wolverine had Cyclopes on the ground gasping for air as the wind was knocked out of him. Wolverine snarled angrily, his own hair seemed to stand on end more, becoming slightly more mane like and sideburns fanning out a little. It happened when he got in dangerous mindsets like this, when the animal was awake and aligned just right to come out. And come out it did, like a hurricane killin’ and destroying everything else in its path.

“Logan! No!” Someone screamed, fear and shock clearly heard in her voice. The sound of a glove sliding off. 'Don’t do it kid. You don’ want this in your head.' A faint pleading whisper rang out, but it was quickly swallowed up in the angry roar he gave while using his claws and hitting the ground right next to Cyclopes head. The man barely dodged. Lucky, but it won’t happen a second time.

“Stop it!” Another person yelled, male. Accent. Kurt. Shock was clearly heard in his voice, which was no doubt the reason he didn’t react right away. 

A scream of pain, blood. Wolverine smiled in grim satisfaction as his claws sank deep into the collarbone while the other set dug deep into the shoulder. Struggling, it did nothing to deter him in his actions. Not until a roar caught his attention as a blue hand caught Wolverine by the throat while barking an order for someone to tend to the fallen leader.

Wolverine hit the ground; it knocked the air out of him and pissed him of further then what he was. Orders were heard in the background and the sounds of pain and the scent of blood increasing. They weren’t stopping the bleeding. Not quick enough, and if they didn’t stop it in time then the fearless leader would no doubt die. 

Wolverine roared and sank his claws into the stomach of his attacker and ignored the angry pained roar he received for it as he pushed the blue feral mutant, Beast, off of him. Rolling away, Wolverine was already to his feet snarling away and claws out and bloody.'

“Scott’s doing fine, he’s stable. If you want to know.” Xavier stated calmly. Knowing that this would no doubt be on the feral’s mind as well due to the glimpses he caught thus far. If Logan was anything like how he usually is, then it would no doubt be the source of the problem. And Xavier didn’t have to be a psychic to understand that. After all he like others have, learnt that Logan truly was a good guy, despite his gruff rude outward appearance. It just took some patience and time to see that fact, though Logan rarely made it easy for anyone.

It wasn’t always easy talking to someone when you were above them, but Logan’s done that many times. So this was nothing new to him. He didn’t budge to get closer to his unwanted company, but he didn’t simply discount him either.

“’n Hank?” Logan asked, not entirely trusting himself to add anything to that. He didn’t want to know what he could have slipped up and said, so keeping things simple was the easiest and best route to take. And all because of his emotions, how he hated them most of the time. What’s wrong with him? He really needed a drink, and he wanted to drink until he felt that elusive buzz.

“He’s healing, they both are. How are you doing?” Xavier answered calmly, he was fully aware of the wariness everyone had towards Logan was now worse and that they to some degree distrusted him. This situation would be hard to rectify, but it could be done. In due time. But it all depended on whether or not Logan planned on sticking around. And that was a probable situation at this point after all why would Logan want to stick around with so much silent animosity towards him?

“Good.” Logan said as he got up and re-entered the school, landing near the spot Xavier was. Despite the extra weight the adamantium created, Logan could be quite graceful when he wanted to be. It was a rare thing to say though; Logan rarely put any effort in being graceful. Just well placed hits and savage ferocity that rarely could be matched.

Logan stared at Xavier for a moment, making eye contact simply out of instinct in a silent form of challenge for authority. A pointless thing that didn’t need to be done, but Logan couldn’t stop himself from doing it. What was wrong with him?!

“What are you planning to do?” Xavier asked, he could sense deep needs and let the challenge in the air and not acknowledge it. Too much. Something told him Logan didn’t know why he was challenging him either, so it was one of those things that were best to just ignore. Something that normally in most situations wasn’t a wise thing to do, but Xavier knew what he was doing.

“Ain’t your business bub.” Logan answered, his eyes narrowing as he stalked off towards his room. Ignoring the imploring look he got from Rogue on his way there. He ignored her and everyone else who watched him warily. It made him feel cornered, trapped and angry. He hated it when people stared at him, it made him feel studied and vulnerable. Laid bare somehow. He hated it. Snarling slightly he slammed the door behind him and leaned against the door touching his forehead to it for a moment before turning around and pacing the room anxiously for a few minutes until he found a corner far away from both the window and the doors to the bathroom and into the hallway.

Grabbing his head he took handfuls of hair as he slide down the wall in a fetal crouched position growling. Logan hated nearly everything, how he could smell the scent of death and decay. How he swore he was just fighting in a war, how he felt very lost at the moment. Lost and alone, and worse he felt betrayed by something, someone or even people. And what made it a hundred times worse, it was all in his head. None of that was in this room; it was just him and the room.

After a half an hour or so, he looked up and loosened his grip on his head, seeing his duffel bag with his clothes still in it Logan stood up and cleared out the rest of his room. Not really planning on anything or even thinking things through, all he knew was that he didn’t know what was happening to him but he had to get out of here. He had to leave and now. Shattering picture frames he took the few pictures he had and shoved them into the duffel bag as well and quickly made a beeline towards the back exit, leaving a mess back in the room and not caring that he did all the same. Unfortunately Rogue, the perceptive little girl was waiting for him. He wished she wasn’t.

“You’re leaving?” Rogue asked, her throat felt like it was tightening up with her need to cry. She didn’t want him to leave, he was everything to her. Hell at one time she had a crush on him, but grew out of it as soon as she realized that her crush would never grow beyond that in her. And it wouldn’t be welcomed by the older man anyway.

“Ya.” Logan answered, shifting uncomfortably while fighting off the temptation to leave without saying a single word to her. But, even with the changes he couldn’t bring himself to do that. Not to the kid, she was important to him.

“Are you coming back?” Rogue asked, slightly hopeful as she looked at him imploringly.

“Ain’t sure ‘bout that yet.” Logan said as he pushed the door open slightly, she was fighting off the temptation to both cry and latch onto him like a kid would. Brave girl. Seeing nothing more here to do Logan just left. 'Take care of yourself kid.' Logan thought, while the cool night air greeted him. He wasn’t stealing Summers bike, which no doubt would be a sign there about when he was coming back. If he was ever coming back, which a part of him doubted that he would.

“Can you run little brother?”

Logan walked until he reached a motorcycle shop, he might as well buy himself a ride. The faint echo of that question running through his mind. He didn’t know what it meant or who said it for that matter so he didn’t think too much about it as he paid for Harley Davidson and took off towards Canada. Something drew him there. Something did.