<div style="text-align: center"><u><b><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 26px">Wolverine: Killer Instinct</span></span></b></u><br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 26px">Chapter 1 - Runs In The Family<br/>
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</span></span>​</div><br/>The school was too much, the walls too much. Hundreds of students and faculty members stuffed in a large mansion. And while most were given their space in the Cassidy Academy for Higher Learning it was all too great for the young feral mutant lost in his inner struggle. It hadn’t been long since he’d noticed the changes. Always of good health and rarely a sick day James Hudson developed a phenomenal healing factor much like his biological father. This was discovered after he walked out in front of truck to push a highschool girl out of the way.<br/><br/>He was fifteen then. Both of his mother and step-father were proud of him. Invested in sports and all the extracurricular activities to make a highschool record shine for college, Jimmy as his mother called him, had promise for a bright future.<br/><br/>But life was never simple no matter how many accolades a single person has acquired. Willing to risk his life for another, the young man wished he’d died that night. Because a monster ripped through his skin and revealed its claws to him. A beast of unyielding ferocity. Panic, fear, and violation these were all appropriate terms to describe his sudden discomfort. Then just like taking a nap he fell under into the black and three years went missing from his memory.<br/><br/>When he awoke he was a stranger in a strange land approached by someone who claimed to be family. She told him with two blades jammed in his ribs that he was a mutant. That woman told him he was the son of an X-Man. Little did he process then but over the months time being caged in the Academy grounds his wild spirit wished to run, run back home. Run away from the truth that he would never have a normal life again. That he was a monster because he could not control what his mutation was doing to his body and mind.<br/><br/>That is why he shot out of his sleep the bone of his claws streaked in his own blood. Sheets torn and mattress pinioned and dragged James had jumped through his dorm room door and fled in a rampant pace towards a window and threw himself over four stories out a mansion window.<br/><br/>Alarms went off around the school and on the premises. Lights suddenly lit up all the paths and walkways to and from the mansion and about its grounds with the large monuments artfully basked in calming blue lights. And atop the large marbled shoulder of Emma Frost’s effigy James Hudson hung with one hand on the structure, eyes wide and dilated with compulsion,  and one hand struck out in a fist fixating on the claws that arched out between knuckles.<br/><br/>It was a fever pitch feeling. Like a drug to the mind drowning it in a flush of hormones and chemicals to keep the brain alert. Not to mention the rush of adrenaline that spiked whenever the feral mutant found its prey. Senses were focused and his gaze along with the rest of his bodies shifted towards the direction of the woodlands. The smell of a Doe and her young fawns travelled quickly to his nostrils, and with a tilt of his head he could hear the pack move away from the Mansion’s alarms.<br/><br/>Falling to his feet the boy was clad in gray boxer briefs and a now tattered and stained white tee. Brilliant blue eyes moved with the direction of his chase as his ear length golden blonde hair fell behind him as he raced upon barefoot. Like his father in spite of his size and shape, both were capable of incredible speed. So the boy tracked the deer down quickly. In a dance of shadows the son of Wolverine dropped from the tree tops goring the mother Doe leaving the young fawn scattered and defenseless.<br/><br/>In his heart Jimmy didn’t want this. Truthfully he was rather non-violent but whatever caused his mutation also gave him a newfound bloodlust. He wanted kill. Not because of some petty or emotional interactions, no, now Jimmy was swallowed in the most primal instincts that drove him to hunt. And as he tracked the two young deer down he showed no method to his mayhem and was quick to disembowel.<br/><br/>Disgusted and saddened behind the feral gaze the student had only been out in the ground less than twenty minutes and was quick to kill. Slumped over his kill James he loomed covered in blood, some his, some from his kill, and all the while his attention never shifted from his claws painted crimson. Basking in it his mind replayed the kill over and over again as that sudden rush of adrenaline created a soothing spike in his mind. Why? Why did he do this? Was all James could ask himself.