<strong>Character Name:</strong>Logan (Wolverine)<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>(15:00 / 3:00 PM), 28th of June 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstage New York, somewhere in the forests surrounding on the grounds<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Wolverine uniform<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Open<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><div style="text-align: left;">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/1058843-best_superhero_costumes_in_the_world_wolverine_xme_zpsfp57vfaz.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/1058843-best_superhero_costumes_in_the_world_wolverine_xme_zpsfp57vfaz.jpg.html)</div><br/>The scent was strong in the air.<br/>Thick.<br/>Meaty.<br/>Very... vibrant.<br/><em>Food!</em><br/>Undeniable to his heightened animal senses.<br/><br/>He hadn't eaten in days.<br/>As he arrived at the clearing, he made sure to remain upwind.<br/>Crouching at the edge of the treeline, he watched the deer drink.<br/>He balled his right fist.<br/>It would be easy. Get up... jump... stab.<br/>The deer would not know what hit her.<br/>A man wouldn't either.<br/>How many animals... how many men had fallen to his claws not or barely aware that he had struck? Countless. He was certain his memories didn't even trace back far enough.<br/><br/>Logan unbared his teeth, two of them pointy fangs.<br/>The kill itself didn't bother him. To eat... he had killed before. Kill to eat. Not for sport. Not for pleasure. He didn't like animal cruelty.<br/>But he needed to eat.<br/>And he did not wish to enter the school again.<br/>Still something held him back.<br/><em>Melancholy.</em><br/><br/>He sniffed the air again and bit his lower lip.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Together we shall temper the beast inside you..."</strong></em><br/>He could still hear Charles'voice resonate.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes for a moment.<br/><strong>"You don't know what you're talking about Prof... you don't want to know what's hidden in the corners of my mind... blood. Rage. Anger. Suffering."</strong><br/>He could still remember Charles's expression. And the frustration and fury he constantly felt.<br/><br/><em><strong>"No. But that is exactly why I... no WE must persevere."</strong></em><br/>He unsheathed a single set of claws. A familiar pain accompagnied the unleashing of the claws. Flawless adamantium coated bone claws.<br/>Lethal.<br/>His right fist ready. He applied more pressure with his fingers. Causing himself pain. His gloved hand a momentary focal point for his grim thoughts and lingering old memories.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Trust me Logan. Let me help you... my sessions with you can bring you.... hopefully some peace"</strong></em><br/>Wolverine's body tensed and readied itself. It was natural for him.<br/>So many lifetimes he had fought, hunted... survived.<br/><em>Killer Instinct? </em><br/>The words were cut into his heart.<br/>And... he hated that part of him. The predator. The beast. The killer.<br/>Yet he loved it too. Part of him WAS the Wolverine. It made him whole. And yet less.<br/><br/><strong>"...I... alright Charles. I'll give you another shot. But I warn you... it is not without risk. Last time your mind found it less than pleasant..."</strong><br/>He jumped... lunging for his foe.<br/>A singular... lethal strike.<br/>A flawless kill.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Logan. Life can be unpleasant. But unpleasant things are sometimes necessary. How can I ask you to trust me and give the X-Men your all... if I give up on you?"</strong></em><br/>The claw connected.<br/>The scent of blood.<br/>A brief cry. The pain very fleeting.<br/>Little suffering.<br/><br/>Wolverine pulled back his claw and looked at the dripping blood.<br/><strong>"You want to have a dangerous berserker in your team?"</strong><br/>The drops of blood hit the ground.<br/><br/><em><strong>"No. I want a strong, wise and GOOD man on my team Logan."</strong></em><br/>He felt a stab of pain.<br/><em>Sadness.</em><br/><br/><strong>"You always were... a sentimental idealist Charles. But sometimes the world needs a man like you. And not just another feral killer like me..."</strong>Wolverine said.<br/>He knelt and began to cut up the deer.<br/>It would be a good meal.<br/>As the scent of blood and gore thickened, Wolverine's mind traced to words spoken him by the Professor years after their initial sessions.<br/><em><strong>"Look after them Logan..."</strong></em><br/><em>Had he known?</em><br/><em>Could he have known?</em><br/><br/>He looked up in the sky and roared a savage growl that sent all wildlife running in all directions.<br/>And then...<br/>He turned back to cutting.<br/>Eat. Maybe it would fill the hole in his soul for a moment.<br/>He already knew the answer by experience.<br/>It wouldn't.<br/>Nothing ever did.<br/><br/><br/><br/>