Logan (![]() ![]() @ 2012-08-21 16:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | ashley magnus, james howlett |
Who: Wolverine - in all seriousness - and OPEN
What: The AU plot kicks in for him...and it's not pretty
Where: The streets of Colligo
When: Tuesday Afternoon
Rating: PG-13 - R
Notes: In Wolverine's AU, during the 'Age of Apocalypse' arc, he was kidnapped by Genesis, who intended to re-bond the adadmantium with his skeleton and turn him into one of Apocalyse's horsemen. In the arc, the process failed, but in Colligo, the rebinding of the Adamantium is successful but, as Apocalypse is not here, Logan is reduced to a feral state without much in the ways of memories. Hold onto your hats.
There had been no warning at all when Logan had decided to take his absence from the mansion. This wasn't at all an uncommon thing, least of all when periods of stress, like having the city infested with fear toxin and people going mad for instance, had passed. Even without any prompting at all, he was often known for simply disappearing. If he had a reason, he rarely gave it, but there was generally one thing that remained constant in these periods of wanderlust and thinking....
...They were never free from some kind of trouble and this particular one? It would have made some of the other ones look like tea parties by comparison.
After the toxin had seemed to dissipate from the city and things had returned to normal, Logan had simply gone walking, making his way toward the forests outside of the city. He'd needed some space and time, some air, after everything that had happened. Death might not have been an uncommon event in his lifetime, but it was never easy, even when the people came back. It was the kind of thing that brought up too many thoughts, too many things he'd spent a long time trying to bury, and the kind of thing that told Logan he needed to just go take a walk and keep himself calm. He knew the animal that was inside him, he knew what happened when it got out of its cage, and he knew that sometimes the only answer was to let the thing roam free on it's own.
He just hadn't planned on losing all his memories once he'd gotten there. There was no way he could have known, not until it was too late, but his previous self? It likely would have wished it had. He could have locked himself up somewhere, could have taken any number of precautions to keep himself away from people. He could have done more to keep the others safe. He would have wanted to do that, he would have done that, a hundred times over he would have done that.
Logan never got the chance.
He'd been out in the wilds when his memories suddenly changed and, even with this being something of a consistent theme in his life, he'd had no real defense for it. All he knew is who he was one minute, and the next minute he was in a library, being dragged against his will, and thrown into a cell. He did not do well in cells, least of all when his mind had let loose the fury and rage that was normally contained by a lifetime of self imposed checks and balances, and to say he was enraged by the outcome? Well, it would have been an understatement.
That might have explained the sounds coming from within, the fury of shouting, banging, snarling, and cursing that only seemed to grow louder as it approached the door. He might not have been able to stop the soulless tin cans from advancing on him but, even at his most animalistic, James "Logan" Howlett, The Wolverine, was no stupid. There may have been fights he could not win, but there was no such thing as a situation he couldn't escape from. If that meant breaking out of the library doors by force, sprinting down the streets of Colligo with claws out and ready for anything, and hunting for a darkened alley to escape in on the fly? That's just what he'd do.
Where he was going he didn't know, but the froth of rage that was built up around his scruff and the fury in his eyes should have served as a serious warning. He was going to escape where ever he was, by whatever means necessary. Knowing where he was going, that was secondary.