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Death of Wolverine part three: Seppuku
Madripoor, where a bloodied Wolverine a.k.a. Logan stands inches from the deadly claws of Lady Deathstrike - only the villainess herself finds an arm phased through her body - courtesy of Kitty Pryde. ‘You remember me- don’t you, Deathstrike?’ Kitty asks. Deathstrike confirms that she does. ‘So you know what my powers can do. If I un-phase this arm… pfff. No more Yuriko’. Lady Deathstrike narrows her eyes and replies ‘You are no killer, Kitty Pryde’, before she flips backwards through the air. ‘HAI!’ she yells, freeing herself from Kitty, who quickly turns around, and as Deathstrike brings her claws down upon Kitty, she phases - but part way through Deathstrike’s hand, she solidifies her own hand, and punches out, breaking bones and sending blood spurting everywhere. ‘You don’t know who I am. Now go, or I will kill you’ Kitty warns Deathstrike, who holds her wounded hand, then turns and runs.
‘Unh. For a minute there, Kitty… thought… you were… gonna…’ Wolverine groans, before he collapses. ‘LOGAN!’ Kitty shouts as she rushes over to him. Kitty reaches into her back pocket, ‘Hold on, Logan’ she declares as she pulls a capsule out, and in the capsule, is a needle, with a glowing yellow liquid inside it. ‘Do not die’ Kitty exclaims. ‘You can’t’ she tells Logan as she puts the needle to the back of his neck, and injects him with the solution. ‘I need you’ Kitty utters, as she removes the piece of cloth covering his wounded eye. Logan slowly opens his eye and looks out at Kitty through the blood covering his face. ‘Kitty? How…? I thought I was done’ Logan utters, sitting up, he rubs his head. Kitty holds the needle up and reveals that it is Regen Serum - not as good as Logan’s healing factor, but that it will patch him up for a little while.
Standing up, Logan asks Kitty how she got it - and how she found him in the first place. Kitty tells Logan that he sounded terrible when he called her from Canada, and she couldn’t just let him march off and get himself killed. ‘And you always come to Madripoor when you get all reflective’ Kitty reminds Logan. But Logan tells Kitty that she has it backwards - ‘I don’t want to die’ he declares, revealing that there is a contract out on him - a big one, and he is trying to stop it. He adds that Viper was part of it, and by the sounds of it, Ogun was, too. Logan admits that he doesn’t know if Ogun is the one behind this, but Ogun does not work cheap, so he has to be near the top of the food chain. ‘Great. So let’s go find us an evil ninja ghost’ Kitty mutters, before turning to walk out of the room. ‘Let’s go…? Kitty, I -’ Wolverine begins. ‘Yeah, let’s go. I’ve got history with Ogun, too, in case you’ve forgotten. And besides - I love Japan’ Kitty replies.
Shortly, Logan and Kitty sit on the edge of a path in a large garden filled with colorful trees. Their legs dangle over the edge of the path above a pond. Logan smells the plum blossoms, and can hear the wind rustling petals, a city hidden. ‘So… what do you know?’ Kitty asks her old friend. ‘Not much’ Logan replies. He informs Kitty that someone is paying to bring him in alive - paying a lot - enough that every assassin and merc thug on the planet is after him. He tells Kitty that he took them out one after the other, but they wouldn’t stop coming, so he figured if it was ever going to stop, he would have to stop it. Logan explains that Viper brokered the contract for some client, that the guy is doing all sorts of stuff, according to Viper anyway, kidnapping people, stealing stuff from museums - it doesn’t make sense. ‘Yet’ Kitty interjects. ‘Right. And Deathstrike said Ogun’s in the mix, too - he’s hunting us. She wanted me to help her take him down, for half a minute, anyway’.
‘I’m surprised it even took her that long to try to kill you’ Kitty remarks. Logan laughs. There is silence, and that gaze out over the pond at the trees, rustling in the wind. Logan frowns and tells Kitty that he wonders if it will ever stop - just one fight after another, tearing him apart in slow-motion. He points out that Kitty won’t always be here with some magic potion, either - or McCoy, or Reed, or Tony Stark - and then one day, he will be too slow, and then he will be done. ‘Sometimes I wonder if it might be better to find some place where I can watch the sun set, then just…SNIKT’ Logan admits, holding his fist under his chin. ‘Don’t ever say that, Logan’ Kitty exclaims. Logan looks at Kitty and tells her not to worry, as he has plans. ‘I lost my haling factor, sure, but there’s a good side to that. It means I can get old’ Logan remarks. As Logan gets to his feet, Kitty asks him why he would want that. ‘Because. No more chances. No more doing something horrible and telling myself I’ve got until the end of damn time to make up for it. No, just one lifetime, where every choice matters’ Logan explains.
Petals blow through the wind around them, and Logan announces that he has just one chance and that he is going to use it - that he will get through this, and then he is gonna disappear, just live, maybe some place like this, quiet. He turns around as Kitty puts her hand on his shoulder, and pulls him closer to her - she kisses him on the lips. ‘Kitty, no. We’ve… we’ve never been like that -’ Logan declares, pulling away. ‘Not as good as Jean, or Rose, or Mariko, or the others? All those women, Logan’ Kitty mocks, narrowing her eyes and gritting her teeth, ‘All those DEAD women’ she declares.
Logan moves away from Kitty. ‘Ogun. How’d you get her?’ he asks. Ogun, possessing Kitty’s body, pulls the hood up over Kitty’s face and smiles, ‘Ms Pryde was very worried about you, Logan-san. She came to Japan to look for you’, adding ‘She did not find you, but I found her. And I took her. My soul rests well inside her. It always did’.
 ‘Let her go’ Logan exclaims. ‘What do you offer instead? Yourself? You will come quietly if I release the Shadow Cat?’ Ogun asks. ‘No deals. Just let her go’ Logan responds, but Ogun announces that he will not. ‘Wrong!’ Logan declares as he leaps to Ogun/Kitty, but Ogun/Kitty knees Logan in the stomach, and tosses him aside. Logan gets to his feet and punches Ogun/Kitty in the face, before Ogun/Kitty hits him in the neck, chest and then kicks him backwards. Logan falls into a temple, backwards through the old wood of a building. He smells the lacquer, and notices armor and weapons displayed in a glass case. He knows they are steel, and puts the blue armor on, before grabbing the swords. ‘Yes. Very good’ Ogun.Kitty remarks, standing in the gaping hole in the building. ‘Not for you’ Logan replies.
Ogun reaches for another sword, and spins around to face Logan. Their swords clash together, before Logan pulls back as another sword almost strikes his face. He moves, and Ogun falls forward - and the sword phases into a wooden pillar and becomes stuck, ‘NO!’ Ogun shouts. ‘She’s fighting you, isn’t she?’ Logan smirks. ‘She cannot fight me. She is mine’ Ogun replies, moving backwards, hands ready to strike. ‘She doesn’t think so’ Wolverine points out, as his sword connects with Ogun/Kitty’s leg. ‘See, now you’re not just fighting me, Ogun. You’re fighting me and Kitty both. Two warriors, each trained by you’ Logan points out. ‘Stop talking!’ Ogun shouts as he attempts another strike - but Logan brings his sword down, ‘You could take me, I think. You’re good enough. But both of us? At the same time?’ Ogun’s fear is shown through Kitty’s eyes, as Kitty forces her hand up into her own face. ‘Never’ Logan declares, before Kitty drops to her knees.
‘Kid? You okay? Is Ogun -’ Logan begins, to which Kitty announces that Ogun jumped away, but that he must have found someone close by. ‘Go after him, Logan -get him’ Kitty declares. ‘You sure you’re -’ Logan asks, but Kitty interrupts him, telling him not to worry about her, just to go. She then informs Logan that when Ogun was in her head, she heard a name. ‘I know who’s going all of this - who’s after you, Deathstrike - the whole thing’ Kitty declares. ‘Abraham Cornelius. Does that mean anything to you?’ she enquires. Logan goes wide eyed, before replying ‘Too much. Old bones’. Kitty looks up at him, concerned, and as Logan takes off the armor and starts to rush out of the building, he announces that he will be back. ‘Just go, Logan! Ogun’s found a new body by now! If you don’t catch him soon, he’s gone!’ she exclaims.
Logan rushes out of the building, across the grass, past the trees blowing petals through the wind, until he makes his way into the busy city streets. He has picked up Ogun’s scent and follows a man in a plan black business suit. Logan watches as the man goes down an alleyway and into a factory-like warehouse. Logan follows him, and can smell the rot, the old blood and the rust - he then detects a heartbeat. ’Come out, Ogun. I know you’re here. I can hear you’ Logan calls out. He sees a large vat in the center of the room, assorted barrels and containers scattered about, a vapor rises from the vat. ’My God’ Logan utters as he goes over to the vat, and in it, some sort of acid has started to eat away at the body floating in the vat - ’Cyber’ Logan declares. ’Yes. He put up an admirable fight. Not an easy kill, even now, the acid works slowly. Strong in life and death’ Ogun declares, as the man he possesses stands on the other side of the vat, wearing a red mask resembling Ogun’s face.
‘Bastard deserved this and more, I’d say. But tell me why, right now. Or I’ll take that mask right off you and drop it in here. That’s what you deserve. Tell me about Cornelius’ Logan demands. ‘Ah, Ms Pryde was poking around where she did not belong, it seems’ Ogun replies, his mask grins, as he announces that Cornelius has become something of a collector - Cyber’s skin, certain swords, a statute of the Hulk - he is paying enormous sums for these items. ‘It is, as they say, a seller’s market’ Ogun adds. ‘and Deathstrike and me. All that stuff…he wants adamantium. That’s why he put our a contract on me. He wants my skeleton’ Logan surmises. ‘No - or at least, not right away. He has killed hundreds and will kill thousands more - but not you. The instructions were very clear. You were to be brought to him alive’ Ogun reveals. ‘Brought where?’ Logan asks.
Ogun climbs onto the edge of the vat of acid and reveals that Cornelius’s facility is in the American desert, in Nevada, the great emptiness, a place called Paradise Valley. He adds that is all he knows - he doesn’t know why, what or how. ‘But I do have a question for you, Logan-san. U could escape you. Just step into the acid. My mask would be lost, but I have others. This vessel would die, but I could find another’ Ogun points out. Logan tells Ogun not to do it, pointing out that the guy he is possessing doesn’t have anything to do with this. ‘In truth, I would prefer not to. My spirit is weak. The fight with Ms Pryde took an enormous toll. And so, my question. Will you just leave this place?’ Ogun asks. ‘If you do, I pledge on my honor that I will abandon this vessel unharmed and find another, one more suited to my needs, one who welcomes my presence. I will no longer hunt you’ Ogun declares.
Ogun continues, adding that he swears also that if Logan does not go, he will kill this man. ‘He is nothing to me’. ‘Damn you’ Logan frowns. ‘You know as well as I, Logan. I am already damned’ Ogun replies, before reaching into his jacket, ‘Here. Another incentive’ he declares, holding up three vials of yellow liquid, he tells Logan that they are his, if only he will go. Logan remains silent and looks at the needles, filled with Regen Serum, and grits his teeth, telling Ogun to keep them, as he is done with living forever. ‘But tell Cornelius something from me. Make sure he knows… I’m coming’.
And in Paradise Valley, Cornelius taps away at a keyboard in his laboratory….


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Death of Wolverine part four: History
Paradise Valley, Nevada, a determined Logan a.k.a. Wolverine speeds across the scorched, barren landscape towards a concrete structure jutting out the side of a large rock formation. He gets out of the jeep, and claws outstretched rushes towards the three soldiers guarding the facility. He detects their fear, but lunges towards them - and swiftly past them, he rushes towards an open door. ‘Cornelius’ Wolverine snarls as he grabs a soldier by his neck. Carrying on up the stairs, Wolverine leaves a trail of blood-stained bodies, until he reaches the doors to a room identified as Lab Ten. He has a blood-splattered ID card and swipes it through the access slot. The large metal doors open, and Logan goes wide-eyed, ‘No’ he gasps - and his mind flashes back to seeing himself trapped inside a tank in a similar lab, overseen by Professor Cornelius.
‘No’ Logan gasps again, as he sees Professor Cornelius through a window, to an observation booth looking out over the lab, where three men lay motionless, strapped to tables, hooked up to a ventilation system, large needles hooked up to a contraption, poised over their bodies. ‘Finally’ the aged Professor Cornelius remarks. Logan strides across the lab, past tanks with bodies inside them, he stands before the window as Cornelius calls out ‘Ogun said you’d be coming. I appreciate that very much. It saves me an enormous amount of money’. Logan just asks Cornelius what he is doing. But when he gets no response, he slams his fist into the glass and shouts ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’ The Professor’s eyes are obscured by his large, thick glasses, but he tells Wolverine ‘I’m getting it right, Logan. I’m taking everything I’ve learned in my life… all of my failures… and I’m getting it right’.
Cornelius continues, declaring that he deserves to be known for something other than helping to make a killer unkillable. ‘Who are they?’ Wolverine asks, motioning to one of the men on the tables. Cornelius grins and announces that they are his great hope, his latest great hope - the best he can find. ‘You wouldn’t believe how difficult it has been to find suitable subjects. Athletes, military personnel…my agents have brought me fodder from all over the world’. Logan grits his teeth and asks Cornelius how many he has. ‘As many as I need, Mr Logan. As many as I have to. Hundreds. It’s been years’ Cornelius replies, adding ‘Not enough. Because I haven’t solved it yet. It doesn’t matter’. He declares that in a decade the number of people who care that they ever lived will be in the single digits. ‘When I made you -’ Cornelius begins, but Logan, claws at the ready, replies ‘You didn’t make me’. Cornelius reminds Logan that he gave him his adamantium skeleton, made his claws unbreakable.
Cornelius continues, revealing that he has kept up with what Logan has been doing. ‘You think you would ever have become a super hero without me?’ he asks. ‘Brightly colored costumes, all that pageantry. You don’t belong in bright colors. They do. My children. My pretty, deadly children’ Cornelius exclaims, referring to the men on the tables. Cornelius announces that they are conditioned, that they will do what they are told - not like Logan. He reveals that he has enhanced every system - neurological, endocrine, muscular - they are now perfect. ‘All they need…is the adamantium’ Cornelius declares, as a large vat of the precious metal sits untouched in the laboratory. ‘That’s why…you want my skeleton’ Logan declares. ‘No. I have enough of the alloy. Not easy to find. Crushingly expensive. But I’ve gathered an adequate amount. Even cracked the method to smelt it’ Cornelius boasts, adding, that as Wolverine knows, the process to bond the metal to a person is invasive.
A needle filled with yellow liquid sits on a tray, as Cornelius explains that he tried to duplicate his abilities, to let his subjects survive, the adamantium bonding, so he developed a regenerative formula, which is effective, but not quite good enough. ‘They all die, and then I just have to extract the alloy from their corpses. Messy. Time Consuming. But I let nothing go to waste here’ Cornelius announces. He grins and declares that is why he is so glad Wolverine has come to him, as he can turn all of this around. ‘You’re the reason I’ve spent so much money. Expended so much effort’. He asks Wolverine if he doesn’t want to be part of something better. ‘You can play the hero again. You can save lives’. He tells Wolverine to just stop fighting them. ‘All I need…is that marvellous healing factor of yours’.
‘Heh’ Wolverine laughs, putting one of his claws to his hand, he scratches the palm and lets the blood flow. He puts his hand to the glass, and the blood continues to seep out of the wound. ‘Why isn’t it -?’ Cornelius asks, confused. ‘Sorry, Bub’ Wolverine replies. ‘I always did have a problem with tunnel vision.
Kill him, please’ Cornelius calls out. ‘All right’ a voice responds, and Wolverine spins around, seeing someone in a blue jumpsuit with a metal mask covering his face, and a glow radiating from his body stands before him. ‘Got no quarrel with you, pal’ Wolverine tells his opponent. ‘That doesn’t matter. Nothing really does, anymore’ the man in blue replies. Cornelius introduces him as Major Sharp, and explains he is a searcher, that he was looking for something, and came to him. ‘He’s my proof of concept. My financial backers love him. Every critical enhancement I could think of. In his head, he’s always fighting’.
‘Always’ Major Sharp declares as he moves forward and punches Wolverine in the face, drawing blood. Cornelius watches, and presses a button on the console before him. ‘You know my mistake?’ Cornelius asks as the contraption above the men on the tables moves closer, blades, knives and needles lowered towards one of the men. ‘I’ve thought about it a lot. I used an animal. You’re an animal’ Cornelius tells Wolverine, as one of the men on the table opens his eyes, as a blade saws into his chest, and a scalpel cuts at his forehead. ‘They call you Wolverine. I know they do. I kept tabs’ Cornelius remarks, before asking Logan if he knows the taxonomic name for Wolverine. Wolverine’s doesn’t respond, as he raises his claws towards Major Sharp, as Cornelius continues: ‘Gulo Gulo. Latin for gluttonous glutton. They’re thirsty, horrible creatures’ he points out. ‘Thirsty for killing. They’re one of the only creatures that kills for pleasure. Other than man, of course’, deciding that it is a good name for Logan.
Major Sharp’s hand slides forward, and cuts through Logan’s makeshift claws strapped to his body. ‘But look at Sharp. Look at him. Conditioned. Perfect. Better’ Cornelius announces, while Wolverine is punched in the stomach by Major Sharp. Cornelius remarks that the AK-47 is arguably the most successful invention in the history of mankind, and asks Wolverine to name another sophisticated machine in constant use for more than seventy years unchanged. ‘You can’t. It’s perfect. Make something perfect, and you’re immortal. You matter’. He admits that he did it wrong, the first time around. ‘My mistake. You. You’re a Wolverine. A glutton for death. A plague upon the Earth’ Cornelius points out, as Major Sharp phases through Wolverine’s body. ‘But I’ll figure it out’ Cornelius remarks‘, as another man on the table starts to cry as the blades and knives and needles invade his body.
‘I’ve got the contracts. The funding. Imagine - thousands upon thousands of you…without conscience, without desire, just…conditioned. Cornelius declares, boasting that he will change the world for the better - before he does. ‘I will’ he declares, as one of the men on the table has sole of their foot sliced open. Wolverine comes to a stop, leaning over, near the window, ‘Just…end it’ he calls out, as Major Sharp readies to continue his attack. ‘All right’ Major Sharp responds, lunging forward, fist ready - only Wolverine ducks down, and Major Sharp shatters the window to the observation booth, startling Cornelius. ‘I’m sorry, Dr Cornelius. I -’ Major Sharp begins, as glass flies about everywhere.’ you fool, you - look out-’ Cornelius exclaims, as Wolverine leaps up and smashes Major Sharp across the back of his head. Major Sharp falls to the ground. ‘The machines. Turn. Them. OFF’ Wolverine demands, as he crushes the metal helmet around Major Sharp’s face, while motioning to the machines that are busy dissecting the men on the tables.
‘No’ Cornelius replies as he presses a button on the console, and a red light clicks on. A computer’s voice can be heard: ‘Caution. Adamantium infusion process commenced. Maintain safe distance’. A red light glows in the room, as adamantium in the vat starts to pump into the contraption that the men on the tables are connected to. ‘No’ Logan gasps, looking back into the room, while Cornelius turns and rushes from the observation room. Logan feels immense pain as he pops his real claws, blood spurts from his knuckles. Logan charges towards the contraption above the other men and slashes it - causing adamantium to spill out of it, and start to cover his body - engulfing him, knocking him to his knees. Logan stands up, and reaches for the syringe of serum on the tray, while the contraption above the men injects them all with the serum at the same time, Logan turns to the observation booth and slowly walks towards it.
Outside, on top of the compound, ‘Go! Go! We can’t wait!’ Cornelius calls out to a soldier who is standing near a chopper. ‘I’ll spin it up…but you…what the hell happened, Doctor? You’re…bleeding’ the soldier responds, while elsewhere in the compound, Wolverine picks up the blood trail. ‘So…so I am’ Dr Cornelius realizes as he pulls his white coat open, revealing a large piece of glass embedded in his side - pierced intestine. Cornelius collapses, ‘Easy, Doc!’ the soldier calls out as he rushes over to the old man. ‘What the hell?’ the soldier suddenly gasps, and Wolverine detects fear. ‘Just go! Now!’ Cornelius exclaims, as Wolverine, covered in slowly solidifying adamantium emerges onto the rooftop. The soldier reaches for his gun - but he is frozen in fear, so he turns and rushes for the chopper. ‘No!’ Cornelius calls out.
Wolverine’s shadow emerges over Cornelius, who looks up and exclaims ‘At least I tried! I tried to make something! I tried to change the world!’ Cornelius asks Wolverine what he ever did but kill people. ‘What did you ever do?’ he asks again. Wide-eyed, enraged, he shouts ‘What did YOU ever -’ Cornelius shouts, as memories rush into Wolverine’s mind. Fighting warriors. Being “Patch” in Madripoor. Kissing Jean Grey. Fighting in the Canadian winter. Teaching at the Jean Grey School. Marrying Mariko. Professor Cornelius lies motionless, as Wolverine slowly moves to the edge of the compound roof. ‘Nngh’ he utters, as he drops to one knee. ‘Enough’ he decides, as he looks out over the setting sun, dropping to his other knee, his hands and claws resting on his knees, Logan hangs his head - his body gives in to the adamantium that has engulfed him.


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Croatia, the moon glows over a large fortress built into the side of a cliff, overlooking the water. The corridors of the fortress are line with torches, creating a dim light, as Laura Kinney a.k.a. X-23 a.k.a. Wolverine's clone, who is a little lost, is led down one corridor, hands and feet shackled in some high-tech mechanical devices, she asks the guard who walk a few feet behind her why he wants to die so badly, and if things are that dark for him. 'You got it backwards. I don't wanna die. That's the whole reason you're here' the guard responds. 'You don't?' Laura asks, adding that taking her prisoner was probably a step in the wrong direction then, as this sort of thing never seems to end well for people like him. 'What are your plans for me?' she enquires as she is led through into another chamber. 'Specifically?' the guard asks, revealing that he doesn't know, as he just does what he is told. 'But y'know, honey, whatever happens – at least you'll be with friends' the guard points out as Laura looks up and sees a large cage, seemingly made of some sort of impenetrable energy, and inside it, Victor Creed a.k.a. Sabretooth a.k.a vicious, psychotic and a grade-A son of a bitch is fighting with Daken a.k.a. the son of Wolverine a.k.a. Not much better than the last guy. Someone in a hooded cloak sits on the floor inside the cage and watches as Sabretooth is knocked back by the younger Daken.
The guard pushes X-23 forward and she falls into the energy field, which dissolves her shackles, leaving her unrestrained inside the cage. She quickly pops her claws, and leaps back around, the guard smirks, as Laura hits the energy field and falls backwards onto the ground. 'Ha! Nice try, but you ain't getting out that way -' Sabretooth begins, but he is interrupted as Daken slices his two claws across Sabretooth's throat, causing the older mutant to drop to his knees, clutching his neck as blood gushes out. 'Told you' Daken remarks. Daken then helps Laura up off the ground and informs her that the barrier is one way – you can come in but you can't get back out. He adds that this is a cell and asks Laura if she is all right. Laura assures Daken that she is fine, getting better all the time, and asks 'What did you tell him?' 'Who?' Daken responds. 'Sabretooth' Laura points out. 'Oh, right...I told him I could kick his ass' Daken reveals as they turn to Sabretooth who is now lying face-down on the ground, unmoving in a pool of his own blood. Daken informs Laura that Sabretooth was already in the cell when he got here, and that Creed started the fight, so he ended it. 'He'll heal soon enough' Laura points out. 'You say that like it's a good thing' Daken replies, adding that he likes Laura's hair, referring to the colored streaks at the front. 'Whatever. You're the last person to talk to anyone about hair' Laura replies.
'No, I mean it. I like it – it looks good – even those colors. It gives you a spark' Daken smiles. 'A spark? Anyway, what are we doing here?' Laura responds, changing the subject. Daken tells Laura that he has been thinking about that, and states 'You, me, Sabretooth... probably even that quiet guy in the corner hoping we don't notice him – who do we all have in common? This has to be about Logan'.
Daken and Laura then look to the entrance of the room as the guard brings another “guest” towards them. 'Is that...' Laura begins. 'Yeah. Deathstrike. This is shaping up to be one hell of a party' Daken remarks. Also shackled, Deathstrike looks up and exclaims 'A cell? With them? No, I do not think so'. She then leaps at the guard and wraps her shackled arms around his neck, informing him that she only allowed him to bring her here because she was curious, but now that she has seen, she does not believe that she will stay. The guard grits his teeth and tries to break free, before uttering 'Caterpillar' which causes Deathstrike to convulse and fall into his arms. 'Try to choke me out? Lady, you are a piece of work' the guard remarks as he then tosses Yuriko Oyama a.k.a. Lady Deathstrike a.k.a. A cyber-enhanced dealer of doom a.k.a. knocked the hell out into the cage. She lies sprawled on the ground, as Sabretooth starts to sit up. 'That's... Deathstrike?' Laura remarks, while Daken asks Laura if she noticed how the guard just took her out with a word. 'Huh. When did she get here?' Sabretooth smiles as he looks at the unconscious Deathstrike.
Sabretooth stands up and immediately Daken and X-23 pop their claws. 'You want me to slit your throat again, Creed, or you think maybe we've got bigger things to worry about at the moment?' Daken asks. 'It doesn't matter what he says. He's Sabretooth. We should put him down' Laura suggests. 'Heh' Sabretooth remarks, and tells Laura that he will go down any time she likes, before admitting that maybe they are right. 'Bigger fish, for one thing – who the hell is that guy?' Sabretooth asks, pointing at the person hidden under the hood of their cloak. 'You don't know?' Laura asks. 'Nope. He was already waiting when I got here, and then they brought baby Logan in, and he and I got to talking and that pretty much catches you up' Sabretooth explains.
Suddenly, the person obscured by the cloak starts to pull the hood back, 'Imagine you're thrown into a cell in the basement of a ruined castle outside Zagreb. The very next person to join you is Victor Creed, notorious monster. Then, they add the Dark Wolverine. You might do what you could to avoid attracting attention, as well. But I suppose the time for that is done' the person declares, and pulls back the hood, and Daken, Laura and Sabretooth stand in awe. 'How...' Laura begins. 'Huh' Creed remarks, as standing before them is Charles Xavier a.k.a. Professor X a.k.a. the world's most gifted telepath.
Charles apologizes for his deception and admits that he should have spoken up sooner, adding that he thinks he can get out of this situation alive, that it is not too late. 'Late? I mean, that's just it Xavier. Ain't you dead?' Creed asks, putting the tip of one of his claws to Xavier's nose. Charles replies that he heard the same thing, and points out that rumors do get around. 'In fact, I believe that's why we're all here. A rumor. But not about my death' Xavier remarks, before asking Daken if he would be so kind as to attempt to wake Lady Deathstrike, as she should be part of this conversation as well. 'Why can't you do it?' Daken asks. Charles points out that there is every chance Deathstrike will slash out wildly the moment she awakens, and if she does, Daken will heal. 'I, on the other hand, would not' Charles adds. 'So, if you please. Time grows short. Every one of us will be required'. 'Sure. Great' Daken mutters as he stands over Lady Deathstrike. She wakes, and Charles stands in the center of the cage and tells the others that the key to getting out of it is understanding why they are all in it. 'I heard you say it before, Daken – there's something we all have in common. Someone' Charles remarks. 'Logan. Wolverine' Laura exclaims. 'You ain't heard, Professor? He's supposed to be dead, too. Good riddance' Creed snarls. 'My point exactly, Mr Creed. I was supposedly dead, yet here I am. Is Wolverine actually gone? If so, it will affect all of us' Charles explains.  Motioning to Laura, Charles points out that for some of them, it already has. 'Lovely choice of colors, Ms Kinney. Why the change, exactly?' Charles asks.
Laura hangs her head and reveals that she met someone, not long ago, and that they wore colors, too. She recalls fighting alongside this person, and adds that when they explained why they wore colors, it just made sense to her, probably for the very first time.
Deathstrike looks at Sabreooth and remarks that she saw Logan not long ago, saved him from this monster while in Madripoor, and he was badly injured, but alive when she saw him. 'She ain't  lying. I did the injuring. Took his eye' Creed boasts, while Deathstrike reveals that Wolverine's healing factor did not appear to be working, so it is possible he died from that wound. Charles touches his head and replies 'Fascinating' before asking Yuriko why she is thinking about a sword. Deathstrike glances sideways and Charles asks 'A honor blade?' to which Deathstrike grits her teeth and raises her sharp fingers, 'My honor is none of your concern' she warns Charles.
'Daken? What have you heard about Wolverine?' Charles enquires. 'Same as the rest of you. People think he's dead. It's a big deal in the underground. I've seen shrines to him' Daken reveals, adding that there was an auction in Madripoor, and they were selling pieces of him, like relics. 'Were they real? Did you take action?' a shocked Charles asks. Daken's mind wanders back to fighting the soldiers and assures Xavier that he did.
Sabretooth smirks and puts his face close to Xavier's as he remarks 'Let me save you some time, Professor. Yeah, Logan's dead. No more Wolverine. Pretty much' Creed remembers someone, with knives strapped to their knuckles like claws, and wearing a costume like Wolverine's. Creed snaps that Wolverine is dead and that it has been a long time coming. 'He was no better than me, and he knew it. None of you guys ever figured that out. But you put him up on a pedestal... called him a hero... said how pretty he looked in that yellow and blue he wore'. Creed strokes Laura's yellow hair, causing her to pop her claws and slash out at Creed, but he moves away and tells her that she is too slow. Creed grabs Charles by his cloak and remarks 'So  he's gone... so what? How the hell does that get us any closer to getting out of this damn cell?' and asks 'You think you know what they want? You got some kinda plan' and suggests to Charles that he talk about that plan instead of some dead man. 'You ain't getting us out, you might as well just join him' Creed suggests.
Charles smiles, 'You know I could strike you dead with a thought, Victor. But actually, yes, I do have a plan'. 'It's a matter of destiny' he explains, while an image of Mystique and Destiny flash through his mind.
Suddenly: 'Here, I'll tell you all about -' Charles begins, but Sabretooth hurls Charles at the energy wall around the cell, and as Charles Xavier falls to the ground, his form disappears – he was never there – it was Raven Dakholme a.k.a. Mystique a.k.a. just about anyone she wants to be, in disguise. 'But... how? She knew about the sword. I told no one' Deathstrike remarks. The guard stands in the chamber, holding Josh Foley a.k.a. Elixir a.k.a. mutant healer / killer, while another figure enters the room, obscured by the shadows, and calls out 'That's not Xavier. But I bet you all can probably see that'. Elixir is then thrown into the cage, as Daken calls out 'Who are you? What do you want?' The man obscured by the shadows steps forward, 'My name's... well, actually, that's a little bit complicated. My friend here is Skel' he remarks, referring to the guard. He suggests it might be better if they talk about all of them, that way he can answer their second question. 'Tell you what we want' he adds, before asking if they have ever heard of a scientist named Dr Abraham Cornelius. 'Weapon X' Creed snarls. 'Ding ding. He made Wolverine, in a way, gave him his adamantium skeleton. Did some work on you, too, I think, Sabretooth' the mysterious man adds. 'Work. You could call it that' Creed mutters.
'All that was a long time ago. But more recently, Cornelius started up some new business. Thought up some new experiments. Took a bunch of people... changed them. People like us' the mysterious man reveals, motioning at Skel. 'And people like you' he declares, pointing at Creed, Deathstrike, Daken and Laura. 'Ridiculous. No one experimented on me. I would know. We all would' Deathstrike replies. The mysterious man steps out of the shadows slightly and a red mask can be seen. 'All of you have healing factors of one kind or another. That's why he wanted you, and that's why we want you, too. That's why he wanted Logan, and that's why he died' the man explains. 'You know the truth about how Wolverine died?' Laura asks. The mysterious man claims that he does, and assures Laura that they will talk about that. 'I know a lot of things' he boasts, remarking that he first wants to talk about four words. He holds up four fingers and announcces that when Cornelius was done altering them, he implanted four trigger words. 'The first puts you to sleep. You saw Skel use that on Lady Deathstrike' the man explains, revealing that the second pujts you in a suggestive trance, meaning you do whatever the person who uses the word tells you, for a while. 'He's lying. I met these guys before and if they could have used those words on me, believe me, they would've. It'd have saved them a lot of grief' Sabretooth claims.
'You know these guys? You knew who had us all along? Why didn't you tell us?' Daken enquires. 'Because screw you, pretty boy. That's why' Creed replies. The mysterious man claims that he didn't have those words back then, but assures Creed that he has got them now. 'You want me to use your command word? Doesn't look like you got many friends in there. You want 'em all knowing how to order you around like a little puppy?' the man asks. Sabretooth says nothing. 'Didn't think so' the man declares. Deathstrike turns to him and calls out 'Let us say, for the moment, that we believe you. What doo the other words do?' The man in the red maks announces that the third word kills you, stone dead, healing factor or no healing factor. 'Think about that...there's a word – and if someone happens to say it near you...y ou switch off. Forever. Tough pill to swallow, I know' the man remarks, adding that he doesn't want them to hear it, though, he would rather they all be friends, that they help each other. Daken pops his claws, 'And the fourth word, you smug son of a bitch? What does that do?' he demands. The man steps into the light even more, a black costume revealed, with a sword strapped to his back, he tells them that they will talk about that, but firstly, he wants to hear in detail all those stories they were hinting at with Mystique a few minutes ago – auctions and honor blades and colors – all of it.
'Cornelius had you, all of you, but he let you go. He must have had a reason. You might have been doing things for him without even realizing it. So talk. Don't leave anything out' the man declares, adding that when they are done with that, he will offer them all a deal: 'You'll  answer me with one word: yes, or no. And then I'll answer with a single word. Which one I choose...will be up to you'. Daken, Deathstrike, Laura and Creed all frown, stand with claws ready, and as the man steps fully into the light, red mask on display for all to see, swords strapped to his black costume, he announces that this is going to be fun!


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The New Charles Xavier School for Mutants, former home of the Weapon X Project, where four members of the original X-Men brought to the present day – Jean Grey, Bobby Drake, Warren Worthington and Hank McCoy a.k.a. Marvel Girl, Iceman, Angel and the Beast, respectively, stare down from the Danger Room control room into the training room itself, where their teammate X-23 a.k.a. Laura Kinney is engaged in serious combat – Ragnarok setting. 'Do you think I should talk to her, Bobby?' Angel asks. 'Yeah, Warren. Definitely you' Iceman replies as X-23 continues to slash her way through robots. Bobby points into the Danger Room and tells Angel 'There's your opening, bro. Oh, hey – if Laura disembowels you, you cool with me asking her out?' Angel ignores his friend's comment, and decides that he will talk to her, while Marvel Girl tells Bobby that he is a jerk. Angel rushes into the Danger Room. Using his voice command to pause the scenario, he calls out to Laura: 'You just heard some heavy news. Wolverine's dead'.
Angel puts his hand on Laura's shoulder, as Laura has her back turned from him, 'Logan... he was, well...”father” isn't the right word for the guy you're cloned from, but I mean, it's as close as you've ever had! Maybe closer than anyone's ever had!'
Laura ignores the comment and instructs the Danger Room to resume, but Angel immediately pauses it. 'We all know you're not exactly used to opening up. It's probably not really in your genes. But we know you're hurt -' Angel begins. Laura glances back at Angel. 'Danger Room, resume' she instructs it, before asking 'Hurt? One of the constructs in the room shoves a small sword through her body. 'What would be new about that?' Laura asks, blood gushing from her wound.
Later, Kitty Pryde enters Laura's quarters, where Laura is packing a backpack, and she tells the younger woman 'That was uncalled for. That was...' Laura interrupts: 'Very much like Logan, yes, I know, Professor K'.
Kitty asks Laura what she is doing, and Laura points out that she is packing, that she is going to leave, but will be back eventually. 'What? Why?' Kitty asks. 'Because you will all try to comfort me. You will try to talk to me. You will try to share your own pain and feelings of loss with me. You will assure me it's quite normal to feel sad' Laura explains, putting her backpack on, she announces that she does not feel sad. 'What? Don't give me that crap, Laura. We all already know you're not the emotionless killing machine you're made to be!' Kitty exclaims. Laura looks at Kitty and tells her that she misunderstands: 'I do not feel “nothing”. You are sad, Katherine Pryde. I am not sad because I am angry' Laura explains. Memories of Wolverine flash through her mind as she tells Kitty that after she escaped the Facility, she was living on the streets, and that she didn't know what or who she was, so she sold her body to survive and hurt herself to feel anything.
Laura continues, pointing out that when she met Logan, he took her away from that life and brought her to the X-Men, he promised to show her a new way, allowed her guided, self-discovery, always waiting in the shadows to assist her. She admits that he was a flawed, older version of herself who could help her make the choices that would stop her from going down the darkest path. Laura tells Kitty that now Wolverine is gone, her future died with him. 'My teammates here... they are from the past. They share this time period with older versions of themselves. They have history to look to... and now a future, as well' she remarks, asking Kitty how the others could possibly understand, as she has neither a past of her own, nor a future. 'Logan lied to me' Laura declares, to which Kitty tells her that he didn't lie, but Laura interrupts, explaining that Logan told her he would always be there, that she could forever come to him because he alone would understand. 'He said he would always be there to remind me of my true colors'. Laura walks past Kitty and the original X-Men who gather nearby, adding that she believed him, because he was Logan, the Wolverine, he was supposed to be immortal, a legend, eternal, unkillable. As she approaches the exit, Laura calls back 'But he wasn't. He was mortal. Finite. Following his own path inevitably towards death. The “Wolverine” was just a man. A man wearing gold and blue tights'.
Later, amongst the noise and lights of the club known as the Perdition Room, in Tornto. People dance as the music blares. A young scantily clad man dances in a cage suspended above the dance floor, while Laura, dressed appropriately for the scene, is approached by a man who asks her what she is up. 'What? Oh, uh, I do not know' Laura replies. 'Yeah, that makes two of us' the man smiles. He leans against the railing and reveals that he is going through a divorce and thought he might try to meet people. 'But, ah... things have changed' he laments, before pulling out his wallet and adds that it has been few years since he could pull of vinyl pants while dancing to Morrissey, and adds that this isn't his scene anymore. Apparently nervously, he remarks that he doesn't think he has what it takes and asks Laura if she would take some cash to come home with him. 'I have sold myself to men like you before, Mr -?' Laura begins. Wide eyed, the man introduces himself as Gil Brown. 'I sold my body, Gil, back when it was some foreign thing I did not know what to do with' Laura reveals. She pops her claws and holds them low towards Gil's crotch, telling him that she feels sorry for his loneliness.
'But consider what you wanted' she remarks as several masked men enter the club. 'Think about your willingness to exploit someone for your own ends. Consider how it could affect your own... future... I may not know who I will be. But I do know what I am no longer. And to quote you, Gil... this isn't my scene anymore' Laura announces, retracting her claws, while the masked men suddenly push their way through the dancefloor. Suddenly, 'Gil?' Laura calls out, 'Down!' Laura shouts, leaping towards Gil, knocking him backwards as a bullet is shot through her side.  'Goths! Creeps! Spooky freaks! You are guilty of the crime of insincerity!' one of the masked men shouts. He tells them that the claim to be outsiders, and yet they do not accept true outsiders amongst them. 'You claim deep darkness in your soul! But you have never known that. The depths that we, the Happy Clams, know!' he exclaims, revealing the group's name. 'A night on the town ends in gunfire. This must be what they call “The X-Men Luck”' Laura mutters clutching her gushing wound, she turns to Gil and asks him if anyone else got hit. Gil replies that he doesn't think so. 'Good. Let us keep it that way' Laura declares, popping her claws.
X-23 roars as she leaps towards the mercenaries who have opened fire, striking one of the nightclubbers down. 'Ah! Crazy chick!' one of the Happy Clams exclaims. Laura takes more bullets in her body, 'Oh, God man. I emptied my clip...' one of the mercenaries exclaims. 'Not enough. Give me more. Give me all!' Laura declares as she stands up, blood running from several bullet holes, she is underneath the cage where the young man was dancing. 'Ah! Screw this man!' one of the Happy Claims exclaims as he fires his machine gun up at the chain that suspends the cage in the air. One of the bullets strikes the chain, 'Holy!' the dancing boy gasps as the cage drops instantly – right on top of Laura.
'Okay, we got any more heroes in the house?' one of the Happy Claims asks, raising his weapon overhead. 'Just one more!' a voice exclaims as a man in a red and white costume bursts through the ceiling. 'The Chinook!' one of  the mercenaries exclaims, as the costumed hero tosses a grenade towards one of them, which releases a burst of energy, knocking them back. Another mercenary tries to punch the Chinook, but he dodges the punch. 'The Chinook. “The Hero of Hogtown” “The Knight Tempest”. Damn, dude, could you be more lame?' the Happy Clam mercenary asks. 'Sure. Could be “Mollusk” themed' Chinook replies. 'The hell -' the dancing boy cries out as Laura suddenly bursts through the underside of the cage. 'Hi. I like your... panties' Laura smiles at the young man. 'Uhh... thanks' the dancing boy replies, before Laura uses her claws to slice open the bars of the cage and tells him to go outside with everyone else. 'Um. Stay warm' she adds, informing him that she has to go. Chinook punches one mercenary to the ground, while another tries to hit Chinook with a baton. 'You just made this more complex. We just wanted to shoot some poseurs and call it a night. Now we have to take hostages' the mercenary exclaims. 'No, now you have to take a deep breath' Chinook replies as he moves his arm towarsd the mercenary and something is emitted from Chinook's costume.
'Ah! I can't see!' the Happy Claim cries out as he falls to the floor, clutching his head. 'Instant hardening expanding foam. Helmet for your helmet' Chinook explains, before turning around and punching the mercenary who attacks him from behind. 'Oh, duuude, watch out!' one of the night clubbers who films the attack on a device calls out, as one of the mercenaries suddenly shoots Chinook in the back. Chinook falls to the ground, 'Oh... geez. Geez, man. What's – what’s your deal? Did you like, claim vengeance in the name of a salmon? Did your parents die or something?' the shooter asks as he moves closer to Chinook, and holds the gun close range. 'Well, screw you, man. You don't know true loneliness! True pain is reserved for the Happy Clams!' he shouts, but before he can fire another bullet, Laura pops her claws beside the man's face.
'You stupid child. You know nothing. You are too damaged to live' Laura tells him, putting her other hand to his back, she tells him that before he dies, she, an expert, can show him true pain. 'No!' Chinook gasps as he looks around, and suddenly fires a concussive air blast, at the two, separating them. 'Haven't thought of a good catchy name yet' he remarks after explaining what the power is. Chinook goes over to Laura and informs her that the police have arrived and that he has a hideout. 'Follow me there, or risk dealing with them' he explains, adding that he would wager she is not particularly interested in explaining to them where she got Wolverine's claws from, and extends a hand to help her up.
Moments later, 'This is very uncomfortable' Laura remarks as she clings to Chinook's back as he swings from building to building on a grappling wire of sorts. 'Uncomfortable for who? I'm the one who just took three slugs in the back. Even with the kevlar and the air tanks, that bloody smarts' he declares. Arms wrapped around Chinook's chest, Laura tells him that he has her temporary gratitude, but that if he does anything she doesn't like, he should know that nothing stops her claws. 'Yes, I saw how much you enjoy popping those lovely nails' Chinook replies, adding that they are almost there. 'That's my airstream just below' he explains, before the enter the small hideout that is atop a skyscraper. Chinook informs Laura that she can lay low a bit if she likes, until this all clears up. 'It's not exactly the Mutant Underground railroad' he admits, grunting a bit when he checks his wound, he adds that it is a fine place to recover from wounds attained from battling boys in barnacle suits. 'Yes. The boys. My curiosity is somewhat piqued. Please explain' Laura remarks. Tapping into sa laptop, Chinook reveals that he has been tracking the movements of the Happy Clams, who are a bunch of displaced, angry kids, recruited off the internet by a local crime lord by the name of Pink Pearl, who runs a number of clubs, legal and illegal. 'Kind of a fatter Canadian Kingpin, I suppose. Bit like Rob Ford in a muumuu' Chinook adds.
Chinook continues, informing X-23 that Pearl gives these geeks armor and guns from the States, and then directs their formerly impotent anger, sends them into competitor's places, to their kids' schools – until they get the message. He adds that when the Clams get busted, authorities can't tie them to Pearl, and she gets the added bonus of spreading fear and mistrust. 'Chinook – you stopped me. That kid should have died. He was useless. Too broken to fix' Laura remarks. 'Yeah? Isn't that what they said about Wolverine?' Chinook replies. 'Isn't that what they said about you, too, X-23?' he asks, back turned to X-23, who rushes towards him and pops her claws, holding them to his face she asks 'Who are you? What is this? Some kind of trap?' Nervously, Chinook reveals that his name is Colin Ashworth Hume, an ex-Canadian armed forces operative, ex-Roxxon security administrator and ex-Chief Administrator of Alpha Flight. 'Alpha Flight? Canada's mutant strike force... but then you're a -' Laura begins, wide-eyed, she pulls away her claws, as Chinook replies 'Not quite. You see, the number of things I used to be is larger than the number of things I am. I'm also an ex-mutant'.
'Code name: Windshear. Born with the innate ability to command the air around me, I could make it dance. I could tell it how to behave. But not well enough to be a proper weapon'. Colin continues, revealing that Roxxon built him a fancy suit to assist him in making the air deadly. 'The great Northern Iron Man, I was' he jokes, before pulling back his maks, informing Kaura that he lost his mutantness on M-Day – his powers went right out the window – which is when things got really crappy. Colin's head is now bald, and he reveals that he has Leukemia, and the doctors think it probably came from extended exposure to the radioactive elements in the Windshear armor. Colin informs Laura that he is just off the chemotherapy, but the doctors say he might have a few extra months. Laura tells Colin that she is sorry, but that she has not mastered the expressions to show sympathy. 'But I assure you I am feeling... confused. Yes, confused' Laura announces, remarking that Colin is sick and dying, yet he puts on this silly costume and wears bright colors and names himself after some kind of dog. 'Tell me, Colin Ashworth Hume... why?' Laura enquires.
'Chinook is a type of wind, not a – it doesn't matter. I tried to get out of it. I did. But I still wanted to leave something behind. Thought I'd make art. Touch people with beauty. But there was something about my time as Windshear. The look of the faces of people when I arrived. The feeling of being...bigger' Colin explains, glancing out the window. He adds that he did question things when he worked at Roxxon, but admits that didn't matter when he put on thr mask, for that “silly costume” makes him a symbol – not a man. Those “bright colors” can't be stained by past mistakes and regret. 'Those colors are a symbol, X-23, for the most uncomplicated, most untainted elements of what truly lies in our souls. In an age of mistrust and divisiveness, we need a few things that are just bloody simple and pure'.
At one of Pink Pearl's facilities, sharks swim in tanks, while Pearl sits in a clam-shell like throne, reading something on a tablet, while her Happy Claims unpack boxes of weapons. 'Hell yeah, man. These'll do the trick!' one of them exclaims. 'Bam! Bam! Critical hit bee-yotch!' another declares as they examine the weapons. 'Quit swinging it around you idiot. This isn't a darn video game!' the obese Pink Pearl orders. She mutters that the Yanks are giving her a pretty crap deal on the border trade, and asks the Happy Clams how they would feel about hitting up a college. 'Lots of poseurs there, eh?' she remarks. A gust of wind suddenly rushes through, 'Damn it, someone find where that draft is coming from...' Pearl snaps, but a gaping hole in a wall reveals X-23 and Chinook leaping towards Pearl. 'That's no draft, Pearl... it's the wind of justice!' Chinook exclaims.
A few days later, back at the New Charles Xavier School for Mutants. 'Bobby! Pay attention!' Marvel Girl exclaims inside the training room. 'Gimme a break, Jeanie-pants!' Bobby replies, adding that he was trying to think of a cool one-liner. Beast and Angel take down their robotic opponents, while up in the observation booth, Kitty wonders if she was like this when she was a teenager, so cocksure and positive she knew everything? She looks at some photos of her and Logan and wonders how he could stand her. Tears streaming down Kitty's face, she suddenly hears another sound, and looking into the training room, sees X-23 slashing her way through the robots.
'Go Laura, it's your Birthday!' Bobby jokes. 'X... Laura. You're back. Is... everything okay?' Kitty asks as she rushes into the training room. Laura stands between Angel and Bobby, decimated robots at her feet, she replies 'Yes, Professor K. I do not feel angry. I do not feel “nothing”. I feel like you, Katherine. I feel sad, but there is something else...' Laura announces, revealing a streak of gold and blue in her hair. She smiles, and declares she feels proud.


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The dead of night, a voice cries out 'Come on, runt... wake up time. You can do it' and a man sprawled out on a field rouses. He finds himself wearing yellow and blue clothes, and has a familiar mask across his face, while knives are strapped to his hands, as if they were deadly claws. 'There you go' the voice utters. The man on the ground tries to sit up, and utters something in his native language. 'English, runt. English' the voice orders. 'W-where...' the man asks, looking around. The voice calls out through the darkness, informing the man that he is in Stadium Mogadishu, adding that it seemed like a good spot for one last go. 'All the history we got'. The man looks at his hands and announces that he doesn't understand. He introduces himself as Aadan, to which the voice responds 'No it isn't, Wolverine'. Aadan removes the Wolverine mask and declares again that his name is Aadan. 'And whoever you are, I will kill you for this! I will murder your family while they sleep!' he exclaims.
'Now we're talking' the voice in the night calls back. 'You are a corpse! A -' Aadan shouts, unaware that someone lurks behind him on the stadium seats – then leaps forward, and slashes across Aadan's throat. Aadan falls to the ground, clutching his neck as blood drips down. 'Anybody who says getting what you want ain't satisfying... never wanted to kill!' Victor “Sabretooth” Creed roars as he grabs Aadan and holds him to his face. Creed then drags Aadan's body from the stadium field, leaving a trail of blood behind him, through some back rooms, where a pack of dogs are hanging around. 'Enjoy, boys' Creed smiles as he tosses Aadan's body to the dogs, turns and walks away, as the dogs start to feast.
Somalia, specifically the outskirts of Mogadishu, where some soldiers have gathered amongst ruined buildings. 'You heard what happened to Aadan?' one of them asks. 'Oh, no... him, too?' another replies. 'They found what was left of him with the dogs. Wearing a western hero costume' someone reveals. 'Did anyone see who took him?' a skinny man holding his gun behind his shoulders asks. 'Who do you think, Nabil... who do you think?' another man replies, glancing backwards.
A larger man approaches Creed and addresses him as Victor, and informs him that their scouts say the Somali army moves west. 'They are not prepared for us' he adds. 'Good' Creed replies as he examines a large weapon. 'You will join?' the larger man asks. 'I never miss a good slaughter, Haji, that's why I'm here' Creed responds. Haji tells Victor that their squad has killed many more government dogs since he has come to them, and now he hears that they have brought in a powered Somali who commands fire to protect them. 'They're afraid' Haji declares, before asking Victor if he will stay with them.
'Got no reason to leave. Terrorist, war lords, murder squads, what's not to love?' Creed points out. 'Yes, Mogadishu has all of these' Haji replies, adding that a man grows stronger for every life he takes. 'You trying to say something, Haji?' Creed asks as he picks up a machete. 'Just that people like us find our worth in the people we kill. But when someone is as strong as you, Creed, maybe they should be taking stronger lives' Haji replies. 'Otherwise, what worth do they have?' he adds. Creed doesn't say anything, and Haji continues, informing Creed that they hear him speak a name in his sleep some nights – Logan. 'Is he -' Haji begins, before Creed shoves the machete against Haji's neck and declares that he is planning to kill a lot of people today. 'If I were you... I wouldn't give me a reason to start early!' Creed declares.
And soon, Creed and the soldiers attack their enemy, with guns blazing and Creed savagely lunging at his foes, slashing through them with ease. Blood is sprayed through the air as Creed continues his assault. Weapons are fired repeatedly at the enemy, until they fall. 'Tsk. Was it good for you?' Creed asks as he removes the machete from one of the enemy soldiers.
Creed's mind is filled with images of Wolverine. 'All those years. All that hate. All that blood'. Their history plays out before his eyes, reaching a point where Wolverine had his two outer claws placed at Creed's head, the middle claw not yet released. 'This is how it went, didn't it, Bub? When we finally thought we killed ya' Wolverine remarks to Creed. 'You know what the crazy part is? After this... they welcomed me back with open arms. Murderer and all'. Wolverine tells Sabretooth that they may be the same, but that everyone always liked him better. 'And now you're dead' Sabretooth points out. 'And you ain't even the one to do it. What's that say about you, Vic?' Wolverine asks, pointing out that Creed is camped out in this hellhole, killing as many people as he can, trying to feel powerful – but they both know why he is really there – because he is afraid. 'You got nothing without me, Vic. Nobody you kill's ever gonna measure up and make you feel whole. You ain't ever gonna find another runt. Good luck with that' Wolverine smiles, before popping the middle claw.
'AHH!' Creed cries out as he wakes, sitting up in the ruins of a building. He looks around, then checks his neck. 'Dammit...' he mutters. Creed gets up and goes over to a body lying on the floor in the ruins. 'You fought well today, Nabil' he tells the soldier, who stirs. 'Say, you're about 5'2”, right?' creed asks. 'No – 5'4”' Nabil replies. 'That's close enough' Creed replies, holding up a Wolverine mask.
Days later, a series of vehicles drive across the harsh terrain, when suddenly, one of them it set on fire and explodes. Survivors are pulled to safety, and from the dust nearby, Sabretooth and the other soldiers rush forward, 'Kill 'em all!' someone shouts. 'It's him! The Daimosho Butcher!' one of the men from the cars exclaims. 'Hurry! Bring out the fire!' another calls out. 'Labaraa!' someone shouts. As the battle rages, a burst of flame knocks one of the soldiers back, setting him on fire. 'The hell was that?' Creed asks. 'It is him, Creed. The one I told you about' Haji reports as flames spread around them. 'Labaraa!' Haji declares, as they see the other man, clad in bullet proof gear, fire dancing at his control, before them. 'Should we -' Haji begins, but Sabretooth exclaims 'No – this little punk's mine!' He lunges forward, leaping over a car that Labaraa sets on fire, Labaraa grabs Creed when they start to battle at close range. 'Come 'ere, you -' Creed begins as he lunges at Labaraa who responds by setting Creed on fire. Creed roars in response, as Labaraa continues to pour the flames on. Creed has his claws at the ready and slashes out at Labaraa's throat, causing the other man to drop to his knees.
Creed also falls over, still burning, while Haji rushes over to him and tells him to hold on. He throws something onto Creed to ease the flames, and Creed coughs as he gets to his feet. 'Little pissant... hurt me... go figure' Creed mutters. Haji notices something on the ground, and picks it up – one of the makeshift Wolverine masks. Sabretooth goes over to Haji and tells him that maybe he was right, maybe there is something to a better class of kills. 'Maybe I won't be here for that long' Creed supposes, as he tosses the mask into the flaming remains of Labaraa and watching it burn, tells Haji 'Maybe I can do better than Logan'.


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One Week Ago
Madripoor, the Market District, people go about their business shopping and selling in the busy market place. Nearby, soldiers patrol the boardwalk outside a house, unaware that Daken is keeping watch over them.
Today
Okinawa, the rain pours down, and inside a small house Daken stands with a priest, who, in Japanese, utters 'But the remains. You understand I cannot properly -' to which Daken tells the priest to do his best. This is the Matsugo No Mizu: Wetting the Mouth.
Two Days Ago
In the Madripoor slums, 'I... I can... it was...' someone utters, sitting on a bed in one of the slum apartments. Two well-dressed officials stand over the man, one of them addresses him as Agent Kim, and tells him to do his best, adding that they need someone they can trust to tell them what happened in there. 'You were Hydra's eyes and ears, son' the official adds.
One Week Ago
Outside the Market District, the house is still under patrol, as people arrive, they gather in groups, with Viper and several Hydra agents standing in the middle of them. 'Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll please take your seats! We are about to begin!'
Today
Daken watches over the priest, as Yukan, the Washing of the Body, begins.
One Week Ago
An auctioneer stands on a podium 'Ladies and gentlemen. Distinguished guests. Welcome to Madripoor!' he exclaims, while a gray-skinned man stands next to him. Viper sits at the rear of the room, while men in business suits and a blonde woman fill out the seats throughout the room. The auctioneer tells everyone that he knows they are all eager to view the merchandise, and assures them that what they are about to see is absolutely authentic, adding that most of them have been already inspected the merchandise themselves. 'And yes, the rumors are true... the man known as Wolverine is dead!' the auctioneer exclaims, before pulling a cloth off of a small table next to where he stands, revealing two bone claws and a vial. 'Our lot today...I present to you – the sum total of his mortal remains! Relics of a truly unique pedigree, I'm sure you'll agree'. He adds that all three fragments will be sold only as a single lot, and the bidding will start at fifty million dollars.
Today
The priest kneels down and Daken watches him, as the Kiyu Hokohu or Announcement of Death, is performed.
Two Days Ago
Agent Kim tells the two officials that the bidding began at fifty million dollars and that people jumped right in, pushing past a hundred, two hundred million in no time. He assures them that he kept his eyes open, just like they said, waiting for the violence. 'You knew that, right? It was inevitable'. Agent Kim stops talking and one of the agents asks him what happened next.
Today
The rain continues to pour down, as the Makura Naoshi No Gi is performed – Laying the Body Down.
Two Days Ago
'Agent Kim?' one of the officials snaps. 'I'm a veteran Hydra scout, okay? I've seen sights that would make any person kill themselves' Agent Kim declares, adding that he survived Operation: Emerald in Symkaria, and he was in Genosha. The female agent's eyes suddenly light up and she points at Agent Kim. 'He's rambling, Agent Karp. We don't have time for this. I'll just drain him and we can debrief on our own' she declares to the other male official. 'No! No, wait! I'll tell you! I'll tell you!' Agent Kim protests. He exclaims that what happened next, well, by then people were already dying, but there wasn't a sound. They had no idea. They were so focused on each other, and he was out there, taking his time, moving closer.
Today
Daken stands out in the rain, while the priest says a prayer as the Nokan No Gi, the Placing of the Coffin, takes place.
One Week Ago
Daken, the son of Wolverine strikes, wearing his Horseman of Death costume, leaping towards one of the soldiers.
Today
Daken remains outside in the rain, as Offferings for the Deceased, or Kyuzen Nikku are performed by the priest.
Two Days Ago
'No. No, wait. Are you sure? This doesn't sound like Daken. The guy's a hotfoot psycho. Wolverine didn't train him. He abandoned him before he was born' Agent Karp points out, adding that they don't know him to plan carefully, as he just moves, all hunger and instinct. He has his father's powers, sure, but he is a wild animal, yelling his own name while he fights. 'Yeah, I know' Agent Kim replies, announcing that the profile is out of date. 'I'm telling you...he's changed' Agent Kim adds.
One Week Ago
Indeed, Daken silently sliced his way through the soldiers patrolling the boardwalk outside the house.
Today
Daken looks back inside as the priest is once again kneeling for Ubusuna Jinja Ni Kiyu Hokoko, the Announcement of the Return of the Spirit.
One Week Ago
Daken lands on the rooftop and plunges his claws into the tiles, which results in an explosion, blasting him off the rooftop into the water surrounding the building, and staining the roof with his blood.
Today
The priest pours a liquid from a bowl which is Bosho Batsujo No Gi, Purifying the Ground.
One Week Ago
'People, please. The blast you just heard is nothing but an ordinary security measure. We anticipated this. All is well' the auctioneer calls out to the audience as they start to look concerned. He assures everyone that they are quite safe and reports that sensors indicate a lone intruder and that he has been neutralized. 'We are secure. Now... shall we continue the bidding?' the auctioneer suggests. A man standing behind Agent Kim raises his bidding paddle, while Agent Kim frowns.
Two Days Ago
Agent Kim tells the other agents that they all should have gotten up and left right then, but that nobody wanted anyone else to get their hands on the merchandise – they wanted to believe they really were secure. But he knew that was a lie.
Today
Daken has returned inside as the priest pours some liquid over his head. This is Kessai, Purifying the Self.
One Week Ago
'Three hundred! Three hundred million over there, sir!' the auctioneer exclaims, before asking oif they have three hundred and twenty. The gray-skinned man standing near the auctioneer listens through his earpiece and tells someone 'Soo – something's still out there. Soo, report', but he gets no response. 'Three hundred and twenty – yes, Ma'am!' the auctioneer calls out, before asking if they have three hundred and forty. 'Soo, report' the gray-skinned man demands, but still gets no response.
Two Days Ago
Agent Kim holds a glass in his shaky hand, 'Three hundred and forty million. That was AIM's bid. The last bid anyone had a chance to make...' he announces.
Today
Daken and the priest both take a drink, this is Tsuya Sai, the Wake.
One Week Ago
Suddenly, Daken bursts through the wall, it cracks and explodes inwards. Daken is fast, and he flicks his arms outwards, his claws enter the top of the auctioneer's back and he spins away from Daken like a toy. Agent Kim notes that Daken looks different, too, changed, like there is barely anything human there anymore. The gray-skinned man, hits Daken with full force, some kind of super-heated plasma breath, dowsing Daken in the flame, it blasts him, making a sound like jet engine, while the auctioneer leans against the podium, gurgling out the last of his life.
Today
The priest holds his hands up, carrying a tray, this is Senrei Sai, or Transferring the Spirit.
One Week Ago
The gray-skinned man puts everything he has into his plasma blast – but it isn't enough, and his flame runs out, leaving a somewhat smoldering Daken free to shove his claws into the gray-skinned man's chest. Agent Kim supposes that drugs might explain how nothing seems to slow Daken down, but he sees the look on his face, Daken was feeling the pain, he just didn't let it stop him. Most of the people start to get the idea to run and escape, but Agent Kim doesn't look away for a second, and he sees Daken decapitate the gray-skinned man. “Eyes and Ears” - they were his orders.
Today
Daken looks at the food before him. This is Settai, or Refreshments.
One Week Ago
Most of the men have run for the exit, but Viper remains in her seat, while the blonde woman and Agent Kim stand in the room. 'Ladies and gentlemen' Daken calls out as he approaches the remains of his father. Agent Kim decides that his voice is like a stone smashing a skull. He didn't want to hear anything like that – he didn't want to know. 'Ladies and gentlemen!' Daken shouts again. He tells the men at the door that they can't leave just yet, as the security here is very good. 'I have something I'd like to say. Please do me the courtesy of listening' he adds.
Today
Daken stands expressionless as the priest watches him. Shinsosai, the Eulogy.
Two Days Ago
'Tell us what he said, Agent Kim. Exactly every word' Agent Karp instructs.
One Week Ago
Daken declares that the artifacts are his father's remains – his father's. 'I know you want what's left of him. To study, or to put to other uses. To worship, to revile, to revive. I don't care which'. The blonde woman watches Daken intently as he announces that they shall not have him, as they have no right to him. 'From this moment forward, let it be known – anyone who makes any move...any move at all, with intent to buy, sell, trade, or replicate any piece of the Wolverine...that person will die unfulfilled. Painfully. Suddenly. By my hand. On my honor' Daken announces.
Today
Daken and the priest look at a small box and hang ther heads. Kokobetsu Shiku – the Farewell.
One Week Ago
'Three of you will live to deliver this message. The rest will be my demonstration' Daken announces. The men all start to rush for the door again, but Daken sets about slaying them with his deadly claws. Blood from one severed head is splattered across Agent Kim.
Two Days Ago
Agent Kim reports that some tried to run, some tried to fight, but it didn't matter, it was all the same to Daken, who is a force of nature, he cut them down like they were straw – like they were nothing at all. 'And his emotional state? How did he read?' the female official enquires.
Today
Daken carries the box out into the rain, followed by the priest. Hakkya Sai No Gi – the Departure of the Coffin.
Two Days Ago
Agent Kim addresses the female as Agent Moro and tells her 'The thing I can't shake. If you saw his eyes...he wasn't angry. He wasn't enjoying himself. He wasn't punishing us. It was as if we weren't there at all' he explains, recalling Daken slicing through more of the men. He adds that it was as if they meant nothing, they were nothing. As if he was just going through the formal steps of a ritual. 'And he...oh...' Agent Kim remarks, dropping his glass, which shatters on the floor. 'But he let you live. Why?' Agent Karp asks. 'He... he...' Agent Kim's voice trails off.
Today
Through the rain, Daken and the priest take the small box to another building. Soretsu, the Funeral Procession.
One Week Ago
Daken never says a word. It takes him about ten minutes to kill them all. Lady Viper orders her men to stand in place and accept their deaths with dignity. Daken cuts through them with ease. Viper smirks. She stands up near Daken and they look at the only other two people in the room – the blonde woman and Agent Kim.
Today
Inside the small building, two small tables have photographs placed on them. One is of Wolverine, the other, a woman. Hakkyu-Go Batsujo No Gi: Purification of the House.
One Week Ago
'You knew' Raven Darkholme a.k.a. Mystique remarks as she drops the disguise of the blonde woman. 'Daken. You knew who I was. You didn't have to do any of this. I could've won the auction' Mystique exclaims, adding that she would have hidden it all away. 'I would've given him a proper -' she begins, but Daken just turns his back to the women and instructs them both to leave now. Viper does so, and Mystique follows, scowling at Daken, who stands before Agent Kim, bodies of the dead littered around them.
Today
Daken and the priest kneel before the tables with the photos. Maisosai – Burial Rites.
Two Days Ago
Agent Moro's eyes glow again, as she stands over Agent Kim, she declares that Viper and Mystique were tactical choices, so there has to be a reason that Daken left Agent Kim, too. 'Something you're not telling us' she remarks. 'No, no, I swear! Please!' Agent Kim pleads. Agent Moro puts her hands to Agent Kim's head, and Agent Karp asks 'Well?'
One Week Ago
Daken touches Agent Kim's neck and tells him thst it has been a while. 'Years...you...you're so...' Agent Kim begins. 'For old times' sake, then' Daken suggests, before he and Agent Kim kiss. Daken leans into Agent Kim's ear and tells him to go, to remember the time they once had, and to live while he can.
Two Days Ago
Agent Kim's body lays strewn across the bed. 'Well?' Agent Karp asks. Agent Moro informs him that Agent Kim and Daken were lovers once. 'Too bad. We should've known. We could've used that. Now we've got nothing' she points out.
Today
'Father' Daken remarks in Japanese, holding up one of the claws, he performs Kotsusage or Removal of the Bones.
Daken hangs his head, the rain continues to pour down. Kika Sai: Coming Home.


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Seaside Heights, New Jersey:
People are enjoying the boardwalk stalls and rides. A man stands outside the “Rifle Range” stall, while a woman with curly hair sits on a chair in front of the stall. 'You ever think about what it'd be like to live forever?' the man asks the woman, calling her Molly. She doesn't answer, so he tells her that he knows it is ridiculous, but he just dropped his girl off at school and he saw her friend, who had this little gadget. 'I don't even know what it was. Some kinda sci-fi thing' he remarks, adding that the world's already strange, and it is only getting stranger. 'Can you imagine what it'll be like in twenty years from now? Thirty? A hundred? A thousand? I keep picturing it in my head. Dreaming...imagine if you knew you'd be around to see it... what you could do'. Molly doesn't respond, just stares straight ahead. 'What can I say, Moll? I'm  dreamer' the man smiles, adding that he is a very late dreamer, and that Charlie is going to skin him and reupholster his whole freaking office. 'See you at lunch, beautiful' the man calls out to Molly, unaware that she is bleeding on her leg, her hand resting on the wound.
The man enters the back of the stall, where dozens of stuffed animal prizes are stored. One of the toys, a teddy bear, suddenly glows, and a computer voice states: 'Recognized. SHIELD Agent Level 4 – Arthur Banks. Access granted – sub-archive 86-B'. A platform lowers Arthur Banks down into a basement level. He presses a button on his belt, which activates his SHIELD uniform. He adjusts his gloves and walks into another corridor – where he finds several other SHIELD agents lying in pools of their own blood. 'Oh, hell .Red alert! SHIELD archive 86B has been compromised!' Agent Banks exclaims. He goes wide-eyed when a voice calls out 'Daddy?' and he turns to see his daughter, further down the corridor. 'Daddy, where were you?' his daughter asks. Arthur rushes over to his daughter, 'Oh, God... Holly I'm here' he assures his daughter, holding her, he asks how she got in here, as he just dropped her off at school. 'How did you even know -' he begins to ask, before realizing that something isn't right. 'Why are you so heavy?' he asks, only to receive a blood shoved into his stomach. Agent Banks keels over, and his daughter steps away from him. 'What I am doing here is cruel, I understand that. But what you have done to me is much crueller' Raven Darkholme a.k.a. Mystique declares as she reveals herself. 'Do you...do you ever dream about the future?' Agent Banks gasps. 'I used to' Mystique replies, holding the bloodied knife. 'But that was a long time ago' Mystique adds as she turns and walks away, while Agent Banks collapses in a pool of blood.
1974:
Madripoor, specifically the Sun Xing corporate towers, the penthouse suite, where a man in a suit kicks an exact double of himself through a glass door, out onto the balcony. 'I'm sure you're asking yourself what's happening...what this strange doppelganger of yourself could possibly want' the assailant remarks, before announcing that Sun Xing just signed the contracts that make it the largest holder of real estate in southeast Asia. 'You own 86% of the island of Madripoor. Or you did, until this moment'. 'I have connections....' the man declares. His doppelganger suddenly shifts into a man in a military costume and asks 'Are you thinking of General Reza? Yes, when he rose to the head of Madripoor's security forces, he seemed like an excellent ally. It's a pity he died six months ago'. The doppelganger shifts again, into a man in a suit called Jack Dalliance, from the Helios Corporation, and points out that it was this investor's backing that allowed Sun Xing to start making his power play. The shapeshifter transforms again, into a blad man and declares 'Then there's always Darca Khan... that little army of thugs he's been building in Lowtown has come in handy with pushing the politicians that needed a little nudge'.
The shapeshifter returns to the copy of Sun Xing, and leans over the real Sun Xing, 'You helped put it all together. Without your help, I could never have taken full control of this island. Now I simply replace you as well, and -' the doppelganger begins, while Sun Xing grabs a knife from inside his suit jacket pocket and lunges at his assailant, but simply slices the end off his doppelganger's tie – which mysteriously turns blue as it lands on the balcony. 'What are you...some kind of demon?' Sun Xing asks, picking the blue shard up. 'Yes' Mystique grins as she reveals herself, before she pushes Sun Xing off over the railing. She picks up the knife, then looks out over the metropolis before her.
'Must you always play so rough with your toys?' a voice asks. Mystique spins around and throws the knife towards the intruder, who grabs it, inches from her elderly face. It is Irene Adler, who smirks and points out that she has been practicing that catch in her mind for three hours. 'But I never expected the knife I gave you for Christmas' she remarks. Mystique smiles as she goes over to Irene and they put their arms around each other. 'How else am I supposed to impress you, Irene? You can see so much of the future. It's important I stay a little spontaneous' Mystique points out. 'It's ours, isn't it? Finally... after all this time, the pieces are in place to start building the future we've wanted for years. And no sign of the brute' Irene remarks.
'Sorry, kid. You musta been looking in the wrong corners' Wolverine exclaims as he climbs onto the balcony from down below. 'Been a while, Raven' Wolverine remarks to Mystique. 'How do you -' Mystique begins, but Wolverine interrupts, pointing out that he has his ways, and that it doesn't matter, because Raven has been up to trouble. 'Haven't you? Don't answer. I know you have'. Wolverine informs Mystique that she will get a call from Khan's people, as he started a bit of trouble in Lowtown, there is a full scale gangwar, and her cash reserves are on fire. Wolverine reveals that he convinced an old army buddy of his to get dalliance's accounts shut down by the feds, too. 'And your new pal, the cops'll be up here in a few minutes. They know he's dead. The identity is compromised' Wolverine announces, before asking Mystique how many times he has to stop this before she smarts up? He tells her that this is dangerous business, that she is trying to shape the world, use her gal pal's foresight to pick the right people to swap out, gaining influence and power. 'The two of us, Raven, we're going to be around here for a long while. That's obvious enough by now. I'm not going to let you mess it up. I'd generally prefer the world unmessed' Wolverine declares, narrowing his eyes.
Mystique holds a gun to Wolverine's head and tells him that he can't keep taking this away from them. 'Want to ask your girlfriend how this is going to go down if you don't let me walk?' Wolverine asks. 'Let him go, Raven' Irene urges Mystique. 'Atta girl' Wolverine replies, before telling Mystique to go rob a bank or something, he doesn't care, but just not to try this crap again.
Now:
One mile under Seaside Heights, New Jersey, Mystique carries on through the corridors of the SHIELD bunker, when suddenly, Commander Maria Hill's face appears on monitors lining the corridor. 'Mystique, what the hell are you doing in one of our sub-archives?' Maria demands. Mystique scowls at Hill and warns her not to play dumb with her, for this is her trap. 'This isn't playing. I am not a very playful kind of girl. I'm more of an angry-as-freaking-hell kind of girl' Maria points out. 'You've killed six of my agents. I want to know why' she demands. 'You really expect me to believe that? After sending me that message?' Mystique responds.
Maria warns Mystique that she is doing to electrigy the halls in thirty seconds, but Mystique interrupts her, pointing out that this base doesn't have electrified walls, and that it doesn't even have built-in weapons systems, beyond the personnel. 'Doesn't sound like much of a trap then, does it?' Maria declares, before asking Mystique what it is she is looking for. 'Something that cannot possibly exist' Mystique replies, before shifting her appearance so that she looks like Hill. 'Shut down all external communications immediately. Full hour. Top priority lock-down' Mystique orders. 'No! You can't just -' Maria protests, before the communications link is cut off, and the monitors switch off.
1974:
Madripoor, night has fallen, and inside a four-story building, Irene sits on the edge of a bed, while Mystique sits nearby. 'Raven, I can't do this' Irene announces. 'You have to. We have to' Mystique replies. 'Please...' Irene begs. 'Irene...you are the only person I have ever cared about. All I want is to build the future we've dreamed of' Mystique explains, before gritting her teeth and declaring that five times Logan has come and stopped them. 'How much longer must we put up with this?' she asks, adding that they will never have their world until Wolverine is gone, and yet he seems unkillable. 'But nothing is unkillable' she decides, before putting a hand on Irene's shoulder and asking her to follow the strands of destiny, find a path where Logan is gone forever – and they will bring that death to him today. 'And then we'll have the world to share together. Just you and me' Mystique urges Irene, who removes her glasses.
The blind woman pauses, before replying 'Yes. Yes, of course'. Irene concentrates, and sees various phases pass before her. She sees Logan as Weapon X, then fighting alongside Cyclops, Colossus and Nightcrawler as the X-Men. She sees him having his adamantium torn out of his body by Magneto, and locked in passionate embrace with Jean Grey. Next is a schism with Cyclops, followed by being covered in adamantium, and solidified.
Irene Adler screams and covers her eyes. 'What? What did you see? How does Wolverine die?' Mystique asks. Irene announces that he will never die, and urges Mystique that they have to stop this, as it is not a threat they can follow any further. 'We will have to find a new path' Irene declares. 'DAMMIT!' Mystique shouts, punching the wall so hard that she breaks it open. Mystique gets up and turns to leave, while Irene sits on the bed still and hangs her head.
Now:
Mystique continues to walk through the SHIELD bunker, she has reverted to her default appearance, and comes to a series of locked panels on a wall. She shifts back into Maria Hill, and presses a panel on one of the locked boxes, which opens at “Maria's” touch. A draw opens, and inside it is a tag that reads “Property of Irene Adler, DECEASED, Highly Confidential”. An envelope is in the draw, along with a cassette tape, with the hand-written words “Now you are ready toknow” on it. 'No...' Mystique utters.
A Few Weeks Ago:
Madripoor, in her safe house, Mystique sits at a desk, a large photo of she and Destiny together hangs from the wall behind her. 'I've been waiting for news about Logan...I've been waiting for months now. When I tried to take Madripoor forty years ago... it doesn't matter' Mystique remarks as someone stands before her. 'He's dead, Mystique' the man replies. Mystique stands up. 'It hurts... did you know that?' she remarks. 'I'm sorry?' the man asks. 'It hurts to transform... bones growing and shrinking... skin and sinew pulling and parting... but turning into him always hurt the worst' Mystique announces as her arm starts to transform. 'The wrist and the forearm expand to make room for the claws...and then to use them, you need to be willing to bleed...to break the skin'. Claws pop through Mystique's transformed arm, and she holds them up to the man standing before her. 'See.. .can you imagine how much that hurts?' she asks. 'There's... there's one more thing' the messenger reveals, handing Mystique an envelope. She scowls at it, then angrily asks the man 'What is this?' The messenger raises his hands defensively and reveals that the card arrived seconds after they got the intelligence on the Wolverine.
Mystique holds the card out and it reads: “Raven, my dear, I'm sorry. It is time for you to know the truth. SHIELD sub-archive 86B. Irene Adler”. Mystique looks back up at the messenger and remarks 'You know how I said it hurts... hurts when I grow the claws? That's why I never go a step forward. To extend the bones beyond human physiology'. Raven then does just that, extends the claws several feet, they slice through the man's chest and pin him to the wall behind him. 'It hurts too much' Mystique utters, turning to the large painting on wall of she and Destiny.
Now:
SHIELD agents enter the sub-archive and find their comrades lying in pools of their own blood. 'Swarm the base! Find her!' one of thw agents calls out to the others. As they leave the corridor, one of the apparently deceased agents opens his eyes, and makes his way out of the sub-archive, exiting through the door behind the Rifle Range stall. 'She...she's killing everyone...' the agent utters. 'Get this man to medical, right away!' another agent booms. The agent is then rushed into a chopper, and airlifted towards the SHIELD Helicarrier stationed in the sky above.
Once inside the chopper though, the agent is revealed to be Mystique. 'Thanks for the ride, boys' she smiles as she sits up, and takes out the first agent by slamming her hand into his helmet, shattering the glass covering his eyes. She kicks another in the head, and shoots another square in the forehead, before taking out the pilot. Mystique gets into the pilot's seat and puts the recently acquired cassette tape into a player. She goes wide-eyed as she hears Irene's voice: 'Forgive me, Raven. By the time you listen to this message, I will have been gone from this world for some time...' Irene's voice declares, adding that from what she can see, Raven will still be marching down the path they paved together, reaching towards a future she can wield as she sees fit. 'You know you will be stopped, time and time again. It has become a game – a game you enjoy playing, but now, finally, you have the upper hand'. Irene tells Raven that now, finally, she is poised to win, and that when she finally hears this tape, many elements will have just begun to converge. She will be at a nexus point, where many great changes will be possible.
Irene's voice continues, informing Raven that it begins with a death, but that it can end with a rebirth. 'The future is yours to shape'. Irene then informs Raven that if she is hearing her voice, then Wolverine is dead, and his end will bring together a group of lost souls – some evil, some merely broken, and that Raven must make them hers, and twist them to her ends. 'I will tell you exactly what you must do. Listen carefully, my love. And I will bring you your DESTINY' Irene declares, while a tear falls down Mystique's face.
18 hours later:
Madripoor, Mystique gazes up at the portrait of she and Destiny, as a voice calls out 'Where the hell have you bee?' Mystique doesn't turn around, she simply replies that she had word from an old friend and needed to run an errand. 'Fine, then, don't tell me' the second Silver Samurai remarks, before asking 'You called?' Mystique tells the Samurai that she needs confirmation on something. 'Did Daken just tear apart an auction in high town?' she asks. The Samurai replies that he just heard that over the wire. 'How could you know already?' the Samurai enquires. 'What can I say, Samurai? It's Destiny' Mystique smiles.