"Every chance I get there will be something or someone tryinโ tear me down, and only way out is ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.โ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ธ
pack of lions lay upon each other. One lion was beside them, licking himself, he had furry hair around his neck, and had a big scar across his face. It made Logan believe that the lion was head of his pack, and to be a male.
to pour ice down then moved aside to pour beer down. He turned to face the man and hand him the beer.
The man nodded at him as a thank you and grabbed the cup to raise it toward his mouth, sips some and swallows it down. He then sniffed and turned to the television
โBlood all over me and my massacre, Iโve started. ๐ถ๐๐๐ค๐ itching and bleeding. Arrow in my back, did not stop me. A few rips on the suit. Nothing can stop a man like me.โ
He was worried for a minute when it was first announced on television. But thinking about it now, had him worried even more about them. Including the ones he cared about.
Jean, Rogue, Kitty, Gambit, Storm, Beast, Scott. Even Charles, whoโs dearly missed.
head over to the right, he saw a rhino slowly walking past over the grass hills. He smirked a little. Nature sure i๐ something in this neck of woods, he thought. Logan sniffed the air, and could smell humanity, the tense of fresh air, the tall weed grass from other side,
middle of the night, he was deep asleep. But in his sleep โ he was twisting and turning. Haunted by nothing but nightmares. Trapping him to every memory that has happened in his life, some of it was his childhood, the battles he has won and lost, and some of the people he cared
He then left the penthouse, and walked the lonesome streets, and smoked his cigar lightly. The breeze of wind pushed through him. Neon signs around him for he was in the hightown area of the island.
โIโm what ya call a ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐๐, darlinโ out in these woods anโ the cold itself; nothing touches my very being but only the laced adamantium upon my skeletal ๐๐๐๐ฆ and the bear shout of my vocals.โ
"Ya know, Iโve met the ๐๐๐๐ lottaโ times, but last one didnโt go so well. Have no idea what happen with Banner, but Iโll tell ya one thing, datโ fight between me anโ him, was nonstop ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ฆ."
So, he then returned to his penthouse โ packed everything, and even his suit. Took a nearby taxi to a private hanger. Paid someone to fly him to the United States. Five hours later, he was there and as he got off the plane, he smelt the fresh rotten
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pulled himself up to see who made that blasted entrance. And before him and Remy was, familiar face for the Wolverine, the figure had blonde hair, pasty pale face, eyes peered upon darkness, he raised his right cybernetic extremity of a shotgun then fired at Loganโs
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Creativity and Detail.
Some may agree, some may not. But I think we all stand by it, cause we all do it. Independent Portrayals are our baby. We throw stuff we learn from
Then he grabbed the cigar that was left on the dresser, puts it in right corner of his mouth, and turned to find where the silver lighter was. He checked his pockets, and nothing. He turned to the nightstand. Went over to get it and lit the cigar.
up to take out his wallet, paid for the beer and got out the door. He then came outside and walked down the sidewalk, turned at the open alley and stopped. He sniffed then turned to the man behind. The man masked himself with a crimson menpo upon his mouth and chin.
Life is all but a tangling resort ainโt it? It can be snatched from you just blink of an eye. Thatโs what happened to poor olโ Logan. Everything that had happened in his life, had endured more pain. Which left him off seas to the breaks of whiskey. Almost to say that he was
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โOkay, bub.โ Logan said while rubbing his right knuckles to the left knuckles. Been a long time since he wore rubber boxing gloves. Hopefully they donโt rip apart during the match, he thought. Logan had one light smirk on corner of his lips, and he stepped
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trapped, but for the sake of this life, he was not. Logan was living in Madripoor. Had been for some time now. Living in the uptown area, where a penthouse was fairly his to look out through the balcony seeing morning skies and including sun rises.
ย At this time, for it was
Every dream, every nightmare was about her.
But up to following years. He stayed lonesome. Four years ago, he left the ๐-๐๐๐ after Charles Xavier Death. So he remained in Madripoor. Helping old allies cleaning up problems around the entire island.
about. Though there was one memory that keeps pulling him to the edge to never escape it, the beginning. That day was the massacre of his life โ hearing nothing but his own growls, people screaming around the room, his metal claws ignited. Red eyes beaming upon them.
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Logan opened his eyes, and pulled himself up to stare toward the light from the moon that illuminated the closed balcony doors. He got out of bed and went to the closet, opened it to find clothes. Got everything on.
No need to express words describing his very thoughts out loud, his mind swept away of the ๐๐๐๐๐ conscious. Blood was seeping over his entire battle-suit. His mask rip apart from right side exposing his right ocean eye.
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Rain dropping all over his face.
Night skies around him.
Heโs in a brawl.
Between two crooks, how
heโs going to face him is up to them.
They could get the claws or the fist.
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In mid air, Logan felt the speed of light and air, and back down he went, after receiving an upper cut toward his face. He got back up and tilted his head left to right cracking it and nodded as he liked that smooth uppercut, but he wonโt fall for it again. He
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Logan cuts around the corner where a bar was still open. Though it was midnight, here in Madripoor, bars donโt close unless thereโs a sign at the door, and there werenโt. He went in, finding not a single
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He then moved to the open window and took out a toothpick out of jacket and slid it in corner of his mouth. Damn, her scent and perfume cloud his scents almost every time, though it never
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Logan looked at his glass of whiskey, watching the blocks of ice dissolve within the liquid. He then smirked with soft smile, and raised his glass.
โHereโs to long memories and hell thatโll keep following me forever.โ He said to himself then drank it all way down.
Come to thinking about the ones he cared about more; now he was determined to either stay here or leave to help. He thought of it for like three minutes. Oh taโ ๐๐๐๐ with it, Logan said to himself.
soul inside but a bartender who was cleaning the table. Logan puffed into the cigar and sat on the stool. He raised his hand to say, โIโll take a cold whiskey.โ
The bartender nodded then turned to make his drink. Logan puffed more letting out smoke into the air
He arrived in time that morning. And when the taxi drove off, there he was standing before the gates of ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
Logan breathed, letting the fresh air enter his nostrils. โAh, home sweet home.โ He said.
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Yโknow I always love to write as, Logan protects everybody. An I mean everybody, say like Rogue for instance โ Magneto or Cyber cominโ at her with shit, Logan gon step in front of her ๐งโโ๏ธ
Yet the memory shifted into another memory. A woman. One he fell in love with, even saved her. Her name was Mariko Yashida. He loved her truly, and her death damaged his life forever. He could not think of anything else but her all these years.
Logan set the empty glass down then pulled out money and placed it on the bar table. He got off the stool and left the bar, then shoved his hands into coat pocket. The cold wind blew through him, and it didnโt bother at all. He then stood in the lonesome street.
then watched the bartender lay his glass of whiskey down, Logan took it and drank sips of it then set it down. He looked to the television and saw a reporter speaking about Magentoโs attack in Mojave Desert.
Three months since that occurred. The entire U.S. military is after Magneto still. But Logan felt something wrong about this, because after that attack, Magneto disappeared.
Nobody knows where he went. Same for the X-Men, they could be hiding anywhere or in the mansion.
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โI wonโt even ask what the hell that was, but letโs get going.โ Logan said, and the aircraft zoomed through the blue skies.
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โLook Iโm sorry, bud. As I said, trouble is around the corner. Neither am I.โ Logan responded while watching Castle face the ladder. If thereโs something he knows about Castle, is that he could be in moody
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At this moment, Logan knew he was officially back home. Where only danger and the bleak of trust crossed paths. He took another taxi and told the driver where he wanted to go and settled in the seat. Crossed his arms, and took small nap until he reached his arrival.
Goddamnit, I forgot to hit that only I can reply and people I mention, people notifications probably blowin up because of me, apologies everyone if I did that ๐ญ
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A small breeze passed Logan and he wiped both sweated forearms with his hand and picked up the towel again and to wipe more off his neck. He was still listening to Gambit but when he talked about the gang gettinโ back together it made him realize yet
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Logan followed Castle slowly then touched his own damp hair to feel more rain dropping down, and that it was getting heavily, thunderstorms commenced on the horizon, moving upon the dark clouds, loud rumbles ๐ค๐๐๐ heard, and a light lightning bolt struck.
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room, and he lost. Yeah, good times, but he sure someday is gonna catch Remy slipping.
โI do โ all promises I follow tillโ the end. Will some of them at least. But ya take care Remy and tell Rogue โI said hello and datโ
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They fought here in this area a long time. Heโs only here to rehatch that memory but also to visit that bar he liked when leaving the battlefield. His long hair was drenched and wet. His breathing was good and steady. Though knuckles felt like
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โWeโve done this many times, and still end up winninโ in daโ end, old bub.โ Logan said as he leaned to ensure that Bushwacker was temporarily malfunctioned to move, and when he saw his left human hand began to twitch and bits of scarps circuits breaking apart.
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and with electricity still stunning him where his cybernetic hand could not transform, this gave Logan the open to let his inner instincts kick in, and he launched himself toward the foe with his adamantium claws that plunged through foeโs center chest plate,
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a claw was thrusted to his right shoulder, then toward his arm that held Loganโs hand; one hand freed good enough to retract his claw and punch the opponent toward the face, and popped it back out to step over where Victor
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