"Do you know why the moon is so lonely?"
"Why?"
"Because she used to have a lover."
"You tell this to the kids?"
"No."
An laugh came out of Logan's mouth
"His name was Kuekuatsu and they lived in the spirit world together."
"Oh, this is a true story."
"Mm-hm. And every night, they would wander the skies together. But, one of the other spirits was jealous. Trickster wanted the Moon for himself. So he told Kuekuatsu that the Moon had asked for flowers; he told him to come to our world and pick her some wild roses. But Kuekuatsu didn't know that once you leave the spirit world, you can never go back. And every night, he looks up in the sky and sees the Moon and howls her name. But... he can never touch her again."
"Wow. Koo-koo-ka-choo got screwed."
"Kuekuatsu... It means, 'The Wolverine.'"
Images then flashed all at once. Every single war he has been in. Every man he killed. The mass amount of pain during Weapon X. Losing the one he loved, losing his memory, finding Xavier, and the others... But her voice haunted his head. "The wolverine..." It said over and over again...
Logan bolted up, screaming, every single muscle in his body tense, his metal claws extended. He was covered in sweat, his breathing now heavy as he looked around the room... His sheets and bed posts were scratched beyond repair...
It was a natural occurrence for James Howlett, or more commonly known simply as Logan. Or The Wolverine. He was tormented with his past. All the pain and suffering he caused, and all the pain and suffering he encountered... It was truly a sob story. But Logan wasn't going to preach it to the world. His claws slowly sank back in to his knuckles. He was now calm. He wondered if he was screaming before he woke up. If anyone heard him...
They would understand. Most people had their moments... but he doubted that anyone had them as violently as he did. He climbed out of his bed... He'll have to as the custodian for another pair. He opened the blinds to reveal a quiet looking forest. The sunrise just peaking over the mountains in the distance. Upstate New York was much prettier than Manhattan in his opinion.
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters was very large, and elegant looking. Dark oak wood was the theme for all rooms... Logan didn't have much personal belongings, so it looked the same as how he got it years ago... Except a Canadian flag was hung on the wall, as well as a few relics from his past. Usually war items. He changed in to a white t-shirt, worn jeans, and boots. His hair was in its usual fashion, his face covered in dark stubble.
It was another day of teaching, and possibly a mission that Charles will send him on to recruit more students. It always made him smile when he saw the look on the person's face when he extracted his metal claws from his hands.
Logan stepped out of the room, and dodged out of the way of a small child sliding on a piece of ice. The ice dissolved off the floor as soon as he left. "Jeez... reckless kids..." he muttered, a small smile on his face though. He was glad that people like him weren't shunned for publicly showing their gifts and talents here. That was Xavier's whole purpose of the school. To be comfortable with who you are. Believe it or not, Logan still had trouble with that.
The students of the school were starting to exit their rooms, all going to the cafeteria for breakfast, then their first lessons. Logan followed, getting occasional "Hello Professor Logan!" or "hey, Logan!" from passing people.
He preferred this life over his old one much more...
"Why?"
"Because she used to have a lover."
"You tell this to the kids?"
"No."
An laugh came out of Logan's mouth
"His name was Kuekuatsu and they lived in the spirit world together."
"Oh, this is a true story."
"Mm-hm. And every night, they would wander the skies together. But, one of the other spirits was jealous. Trickster wanted the Moon for himself. So he told Kuekuatsu that the Moon had asked for flowers; he told him to come to our world and pick her some wild roses. But Kuekuatsu didn't know that once you leave the spirit world, you can never go back. And every night, he looks up in the sky and sees the Moon and howls her name. But... he can never touch her again."
"Wow. Koo-koo-ka-choo got screwed."
"Kuekuatsu... It means, 'The Wolverine.'"
Images then flashed all at once. Every single war he has been in. Every man he killed. The mass amount of pain during Weapon X. Losing the one he loved, losing his memory, finding Xavier, and the others... But her voice haunted his head. "The wolverine..." It said over and over again...
Logan bolted up, screaming, every single muscle in his body tense, his metal claws extended. He was covered in sweat, his breathing now heavy as he looked around the room... His sheets and bed posts were scratched beyond repair...
It was a natural occurrence for James Howlett, or more commonly known simply as Logan. Or The Wolverine. He was tormented with his past. All the pain and suffering he caused, and all the pain and suffering he encountered... It was truly a sob story. But Logan wasn't going to preach it to the world. His claws slowly sank back in to his knuckles. He was now calm. He wondered if he was screaming before he woke up. If anyone heard him...
They would understand. Most people had their moments... but he doubted that anyone had them as violently as he did. He climbed out of his bed... He'll have to as the custodian for another pair. He opened the blinds to reveal a quiet looking forest. The sunrise just peaking over the mountains in the distance. Upstate New York was much prettier than Manhattan in his opinion.
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters was very large, and elegant looking. Dark oak wood was the theme for all rooms... Logan didn't have much personal belongings, so it looked the same as how he got it years ago... Except a Canadian flag was hung on the wall, as well as a few relics from his past. Usually war items. He changed in to a white t-shirt, worn jeans, and boots. His hair was in its usual fashion, his face covered in dark stubble.
It was another day of teaching, and possibly a mission that Charles will send him on to recruit more students. It always made him smile when he saw the look on the person's face when he extracted his metal claws from his hands.
Logan stepped out of the room, and dodged out of the way of a small child sliding on a piece of ice. The ice dissolved off the floor as soon as he left. "Jeez... reckless kids..." he muttered, a small smile on his face though. He was glad that people like him weren't shunned for publicly showing their gifts and talents here. That was Xavier's whole purpose of the school. To be comfortable with who you are. Believe it or not, Logan still had trouble with that.
The students of the school were starting to exit their rooms, all going to the cafeteria for breakfast, then their first lessons. Logan followed, getting occasional "Hello Professor Logan!" or "hey, Logan!" from passing people.
He preferred this life over his old one much more...