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At the Hotel Ripley located in New York, New York, activity is buzzing thanks to them showing the movie Invasion of the Body Snatchers at the Gem Theatre. When a plain-clothed Logan walks into the lobby, he passes by a young couple. Asked by the man at the front desk if he will be checking in with them today, Logan replies no but these will. Popping his claws, he attacks the man behind the desk.
When the man from the young couple sees what is happening, he tells his girlfriend to get behind him. It only delays the inevitable however as Logan jams his claws into his chest and then slashes his girlfriend. Other people in the lobby start to make comments. He’s gone mad, he slaughtered those people, somebody call the police, damn mutie! Without warning, Logan begins to take them out as well. Eventually, the head of security calls all of the guards to the lobby, they have a situation there. Overhearing the comment, Logan states that he ain’t kiddin’. When he sees more coming to the location, Logan says good; more for the morgue then. After Logan takes out the extra security guards, he turns his attention to the head of security. The head of security pleads for his life, he only works there. Logan tells him not anymore and proceeds to kill him.
Two days earlier, outside a diner, John shows his buddy Greg his new car. Greg is impressed and remarks that it probably cost him a pretty penny though. No sooner does John say tell me about it, a spaceship appears out of nowhere and lands on top of his car, destroying it. When an alien steps out of the vessel, John says this is bull. He just shelled out a year’s salary for that car so he doesn’t care if he’s got to call George Lucas or whoever but somebody’s paying for it. Greg warns that he wouldn’t do that if he were him.
At that moment, the alien grabs John by the face and informs him to heed his friend. He then tells him to listen to him closely human, lest more than his vehicle will cease to exist to this day. Showing the man a holographic image of Logan, the alien tells him he is looking for him and that he has tracked him to this area. Greg replies that he just saw him in the diner. The alien then thanks him for his cooperation.
Inside the diner, Logan drinks a beer and thinks to himself that he hit another one last night. That’s three safe houses in two weeks. He ain’t found him yet but he ain’t stoppin’ till he does. Apocalypse can run but he sure can’t hide, not from him. Not after what he did to him. By turning him into his Horsemen Death, he tried to make him kill the only family he’s ever known, the X-Men. He became a twisted version of himself, everything he’s fought his entire life not to become. He’s gonna pay.
Worst part is, only now is he realizin’ the full effect of what he did to him. He hasn’t told the others but he hasn’t gotten a decent night’s sleep in months. Been havin’ these dreams. Ain’t like any dreams he’s ever had before. Dreams where he’s slauterin’ folk, doin’ worse things than he ever did as Death. An’ dreams seem so real like it ain’t just in his mind, like they’re really happenin’. Don’t know what it means yet but…
Just then, Logan hears a loud crash behind him and Logan wonders what is it now. Crashing through the diner window, the alien informs the “Terrans of Earth” that he seeks the whereabouts of… Landing with both of his feet on the floor, the alien says never mind, he found him.
When the alien takes a seat down next to Logan, Logan replies that it’s him. Figures, he can’t even have a flamin’ beer in peace anymore. Grabbing the alien around the neck, he asks him if he’s got a starin’ problem, ‘cause if he does, he’s sure he can fix that for him. As Logan points a single claw at the alien’s head, the alien tells him that he is sorry, he means no disrespect. It is just he is honored to meet the fabled Wolverine of the X-Men, renowned throughout the universe as a mortal enemy and profound slayer of the Brood. Logan brushes it off and replies that is the first time he’s ever heard himself tagged with that one.
He then asks the alien if he’s got a beef with the Brood. Logan thinks to himself that just bein’ alive means ya basically got a beef with the Brood. The sleazoids are the scourge of the galaxy, hijackin’ innocent folk to turn ‘em into host bodies for their eggs. Him an’ the X-Men have had more than their fair share of scrapes with them buggers, once even having been implanted with Brood queens. In fact, each time they faced ‘em they’ve been lucky to escape with their lives. The Brood are about as deadly as they come.
The alien tells Logan that if by the term “beef” he means he has reason to hate them, he is correct. He introduces himself as Tyrus Krill. He is what Terrans might call a bounty hunter; to be more specific, a Brood bounty hunter. Logan replies that he gathers he ain’t come to Earth to take in the sights. Tyrus laments if it were only so. A certain group he has been tracking for years has made their way there. They have used the recent actions of other galactic cultures as an opportunity to establish a foot-hold there on Earth. Needless to say, his world’s population is in grave danger.
Logan asks him what else is new but, if he don’t mind him askin’, what makes these particular Brood so special that he’s been followin’ them for years? Putting his hand over his face, Tyrus tells him that they are a ruthless group, even for the Brood. The blood spilled of those they slay are not necessarily for reproduction, but for pleasure. Even amongst the Brood race itself, they are considered criminals. But on a more personal level, they are responsible for the death of his family. Logan tells him that he is sorry for his loss but he’s guessin’ he didn’t go through all this trouble to find him to have him cry in his beer with him. He came to him for help, an’ as far as the Brood’s concerned, it don’t take much to get it.
When Logan then asks where the sleazoids are at, Tyrus informs him they’ve managed to entrench themselves in an establishment named the Ripley Hotel, insinuating themselves among the humans there. Of course, that could be but the start. One of those he’s been following is a queen. Logan tells him don’t worry about it bub, they’re all as good as dead.
Two days later, Logan is continuing to take out the imposter Brood. When he reaches one of the men, he notices that the scent on him is clean; he’s a human. The man starts to say that the people he killed, his co-workers, the hotel guests… Looking around, the man sees that they’re all some kind of monsters. Logan tells him that he’s not; that’s why he’s still alive. Logan thinks to himself that he can’t say much for the rest of ‘em. Brood through an’ through, best he can do for ‘em is put them outta their misery. Logan recommends to the man to get out of there. There are more o’ them buggers where they came from, a lot more. Surveying the dead Brood all over the floor, Logan thinks that Krill’s info was right on the money. The place reeks o’ sleazoids. Speakin’ o’ Krill, he wonders how he’s makin’ out.
On another floor of the hotel, Krill sees that his readings indicate a Brood in one of the chambers. Kicking down one of the doors, he sees a young lady with an older gentleman preparing for passion. Krill informs the lady to step away from the human. As the lady transfers her form to that of a Brood, she says what have we here, Tyrus Krill, scourge of Brood on yet another of his insignificant hunts, it shall be his last. After Krill unloads his gun into the Brood, killing her, he replies perhaps not. The male human says that he didn’t know she was an alien, he swears, and begs for Krill not to kill him. Krill replies that he recommends that he immediately depart this…. Krill then cries out in pain. As the man runs out of the room, Krill pleads not now, please not now, he must hold out a little longer.
Inside the bathroom, Tyrus begins to transform into the Brood. Before he completely transforms, he is able to fight it and forces the transformation to subside. Leaning against the bathtub, Tyrus tells himself that he cannot allow that to happen again, not when he is so close to finally finishing this.
In his thoughts, Krill recalls that it feels as if he’s been hunting these monsters forever and yet, that day remains as visible in his mind as if it occurred yesterday, that horrible day when his world came to an end. Krill was working in his laboratory when one of his sons came running up to him. When he did, Krill asked his son, Zet, how many times must he tell him not to disturb him when he is in there? His untimely entrance may very well have ruined weeks of works. Zet begins to say but, but… Krill tells him there are no buts about it, he must…
Just then, his wife appears with their other son and she informs Tyrus that she told him to come get him. They have a distress call from a nearby ship. She adds that perhaps his time would be better served investigating it instead of yelling at his son. The mission has been difficult for all of them, but especially him. He has no children his own age to play with and he, Tyrus, is too hard on him sometimes. Sitting in the command chair, Tyrus tells his wife, Ulara, that they’ve been through all this before. When they all accepted this journey of space exploration in the name of their homeworld, they knew sacrifices would have to be made. It is dangerous out there so if he is demanding it is because he cannot afford not to be. At that moment, his youngest son asks his dad if they are gonna save the ship now. Tyrus tells him they shall see as they are coming into range now. Seeing the Brood ship on the display screen, Tyrus tells his wife to prepare to reverse the ship immediately.
In the present, Logan walks through the hallways of the hotel, littered with the dead bodies of Brood. He’s killed so many of them that he keeps tellin’ himself there can’t possibly be more but his nose tells him otherwise, getting a whiff from the elevator. Ripping open the elevator doors with his claws, Logan realizes that the scent is coming from up above. As he climbs the elevator cable, he recognizes that the trouble is, there are too many scents. He can’t tell how many buggers he’s facin’. Reaching the top of the elevator shaft, it seems that he’s about to find out. Crawling through the hole at the top, Logan is shocked to see an entire room full of Brood, the mother load. When he emerges, the head Brood calls out to its brothers and sisters that it appears their meat has now started to come to the feeding table voluntarily to which Logan replies lucky him.
In another hallway of the hotel, Tyrus Krill treads through the dead bodies of the Brood. He thinks to himself that judging by the carnage left in his wake, he was wise to recruit Wolverine. He can only hope he survives what is yet to come. Seeing the elevator shaft open, he determines that it would seem he made his way into the elevator. His sensors indicate a significant number of Brood.
Before he enters the shaft, he stops in his tracks. It seems that in his haste, his comrade has left one of their number unaccounted for. That cannot be permitted, none are allowed to escape. His unquenchable thirst for vengeance will not allow it. Opening the door, the boy on the other end welcomes him by name, he’s been expecting him. Turning into a member of the Brood, the boy asks Tyrus if he reminds him of someone, his son perhaps. He was about his age when they took him, was he not? His age when he failed to save him, failed to save him and the rest of his family. In shock, Tyrus begins to stammer. The boy says that he was powerless to stop them then just as he is powerless to stop them now. With that, the Brood attacks him.
In the past, Tyrus tells his wife, Ulara, to move faster, the ship is gaining on them. Ulara tells him that they’re at maximum reverse already and he knows the hyper-drive needs time to kick in. As her son runs to her scared, Ulara asks Tyrus what the ship is. Tyrus informs her that it is a bioship of the Brood. They routinely send out false distress calls in the hopes of snaring unsuspecting vessels. He does not intend for them to be their next catch. Ulara asks and if they succeed in capturing them? Tyrus tells her that she doesn’t want to know. At that time, Ulara says that the hyper-drive is activated, they’re safe. Relaxing for the moment, Tyrus states that was close. Ulara adds too close. After their youngest son says that he wants to go home, Ulara says she agrees. She thinks they should take this as a sign that this region of space is not the right place to raise a family, they should return home. Tyrus says that she may be right, he hadn’t…
Just then, the alarm begins to blare. Tyrus tells his family that their security perimeter has been breached and to prepare their defenses. He’s afraid their return home will be delayed, they’re about to have company. On the outside of their ship, it has been swarmed by the Brood.
In the present, Tyrus proceeds to kill the Brood boy attacking him. As he does, he tells the kid that he was right. He has been a failure most of his life, as these last few years have made abundantly clear. He failed as a scientist and an explorer. He failed as a husband and a father. Until now, he has failed as a bounty hunter, failed to gain retribution. He even failed him by not saving his life, only able to end it. As it must now end for all of them. But he will not fail this time, he cannot.
In the highest level of the hotel, Logan faces off against insurmountable odds. He realizes that it ain’t lookin’ too good there. Flamin’ sleazoids are hard enough to deal with one-on-one; he can’t even count how many he’s fightin’ now. Every time he offs one, five more seem to pop up out a’ nowhere ta take it’s place. These kind a’ odds are too much to handle, even for him. It’s only a matter o’ time. But if this is his last stand, he’s takin’ as many a’ the buggers with him as he can. They’re sure as hell gonna know they’ve been in a fight. At that moment, the odds get too overwhelming and Logan is buried. The queen announces that the Terran has fallen, he is theirs now. The time has come to feast on his bones!
Before the Brood can begin to devour Logan, Tyrus appears on the scene and blasts away at the Brood with his gun. As he does, he tells them to feast on this. Approaching them, he orders the Brood to release the human. Upon seeing Krill, one of the Brood welcomes him to their party. He’s just in time to celebrate his own disembowelment. Tyrus replies a party, eh, then he is glad that he is not without offering. With that, he tosses some bugs into the air. When they reach their mark, the members of the Brood cry out that they’re under their skin and they burn. In short time, a good amount of them explode freeing Logan from their grasp.
Once he is free, Tyrus asks him if he is unharmed. Logan confirms that he is and then asks what the blazes those things he threw were. Tyrus tells him they were m’zara blood flies. They inject themselves into the bodies of Brood and devour their insides in a matter of seconds. The resulting carnage causes the Brood to explode. Logan replies parasites fer parasites, he likes it. Before they can continue their conversation, the queen shows up and knocks them both down to the ground with one of her tentacles. Flanked by two of her followers she recognizes Wolverine and Tyrus Krill. Two of the greatest enemies of the Brood empire there together. To think, she shall be the queen with the honor of ridding the galaxy of their stench. She is fortunate indeed. The queen then orders her followers to bring her their hearts to which they reply yes my queen.
In the past, Zet points out to his father that they keep coming. Ulara confirms, they can’t possibly make it to the escape pod in time. Arming himself with a blaster, Tyrus says not all of them, no. He then tells his wife to take the children to the pod while he holds them off. No arguments, it’s the only way. As Ulara rushes towards the escape pod, she tells her husband farewell. Tyrus replies in the next live, beloved. In short time, the Brood warriors take out Tyrus and thank him for thinking one such as him could stave off the Brood. He has merely succeeded in caging their prey for them. Right before the pod door closes, the Brood reaches it much to the dismay of Tyrus who knows that he couldn’t hold them off his family, he has doomed them.
In the present, the queen tells Krill that she should have slain him during their last encounter. It is a mistake she shall not make twice. Picking himself up off the floor, Logan asks what hit them. Krill tells him it was his quarry. As the queen begins to make her approach towards her prey, Logan asks Krill that he wouldn’t happen to have any of them bug things left, would he. Krill replies no, however he has this and tosses a device in the direction of the Brood. When he does, it emits sound waves that make the Brood grab their heads in pain.
Seeing this, Logan thinks to himself that he has to hand it to Krill. Every time he thinks they’ve got them on the ropes, he pulls somethin’ out of his bag o’ tricks an’ stops ‘em dead in their tracks. Tyrus then reveals what the device he tossed out there was. It is of his own creation, specifically attuned to frequencies only the Brood can hear. And as he can see, they find it unbearable. Logan quips that he’s quite the pack rat, ain’t he? He wouldn’t happen to have anything in his repertoire fer mutants who control magnetism, would he? Krill asks pack rat, he doesn’t understand the reference. What bearing do…
Before he can finish his thought, the queen jams one of her tentacles through the back of Krill. Logan calls out to Krill to hang on, he’ll be right there. As he rushes towards the queen, he is taken out by the queen who knocks him to the ground. While she does, the queen tells him there will be plenty of time for him to die later and to wait his turn. In the meantime, she’d like to get reacquainted with an old friend. Tossing Krill against the bars up near the roof, the queen mentions to Krill that he’s bigger than their last encounter and asks if he’s been experimenting on his musculature again. Leaping up to inflict further damage on Krill, the queen says to him enhanced strength, blood flies, technological devices – he has so many tricks to fight them with now, so many dirty tricks. So dirty in fact, she thinks he needs a bath. With that, the queen buries his head in the water below.
Picking himself up off the ground, Logan sees that queenie hits like a Mack truck but he ain’t got time to regroup though. Not if Krill’s gonna make it outta there alive. Just then, two of the queen’s followers attack Logan. They ask him where he’s going, doesn’t he want to play with them? After all, they have heard much about the fabled Wolverine. Among the Brood, he is regarded as a – what is the world? Ah, yes, a monster. His name is used to frighten their young. Of course, they are not so easily intimidated. Using their own tentacles, Logan slams the two Brood together. As he does, he tells them the funny thing about children’s stories, sometimes they’re true.
Running off to help Krill, Logan is surprised that one of them is up already. He then realizes that these two pillowcases are tougher than the other Brood. They must be the queen’s personal bodyguards or somethin’, been given special abilities to protect her. Just then, one of the Brood jams his arm through Logan’s back and out through his chest. Standing over him, the two Brood tell him not to fight it and that he will make a most impressive addition to the Brood indeed.
Logan grabs his chest and says they infected him. He’s changing… into… Brood. He guesses… they… win… nothing! He then tells the clowns that he’ll let them in on a little secret. This here’s been done t’ him before. It don’t take, his healin’ factor won’t let it. So, what he’s basically sayin’ is this: he hopes that wasn’t the last thing they had up their sleeves for their sakes. With that, Logan pops his adamantium-laced claws.
Up above, Tyrus, in the grasp of the queen, weakly tells her that he’ll see her dead. The queen replies of course he will; she hears it every time they meet. Throwing him into the water, she mentions that he’s so determined, dedicating his life to avenging his family. Too bad his quest for retribution will end here, never to be fulfilled.
In the past, Tyrus laid on the floor, turning into the Brood after being infected. When he hears his son call out for him, Tyrus fights through the pain and pulls himself up. Before he can fully change into one of the Brood, Tyrus injects himself with hypo-spray. Luckily for him, it worked – the depressant in the compound halted his transformation. Working his way towards the rest of the Brood, he thinks to himself that if he is correct, the Brood system cannot handle such a powerful dose of depressant. It is what caused them to revert back to himself and should cause the Brood to revert back to their original forms as well. Injecting the Brood with the spray, he sees that, in this case, shrivel up if a pre-existing form no longer remains. Whatever the case may be, it worked. Calling out to his family, Ulara, Zet and Jexia, Tyrus tells them it is safe to come out. Opening up the escape pod, he is dismayed by what he sees.
In the present, the queen pulls Tyrus out of the water with her tentacles and proceeds to squeeze him to death. She tells him that she must confess. She will miss having him as an adversary. He was a worthy opponent till the last. She adds to fear not, a noble warrior such as himself will receive the respect he so richly deserves. In fact, she has already selected quite a lovely trophy case in which she intends to display his skull. His brains will be sucked out first, of course. And then the skull itself boiled to remove the excess flesh. After all, she can’t very well show a skull that…
At that moment, the queen stops in her tracks and falls to the ground dead. Her murderer, the man known as Logan, who tells her that’s where she’s wrong – “show’s over.”
With the queen dead, Logan heads over to check on Krill. When he asks him if he’s okay, Krill grabs him around the neck with one of his tentacles and tells him he’s the one who is wrong, for the show has just begun. Seeing Krill as a member of the Brood, Logan thinks to himself that he didn’t see this one coming. Throwing Logan across the room, Krill says that humans are always so foolish, so trusting. Landing on his feet, Logan asks Krill how it is possible he didn’t sniff him out. Krill tells him that surely someone who can create all those devices to battle the Brood can devise a way to mask his scent. Logan tells him he don’t buy that, it don’t make sense. Why is he killin’ his own kind?
Engaging in battle with Logan again, Krill states that his reasons for killing are his own as are his reasons for killing him now. Logan doesn’t want t’ hurt Krill till he figures this out, but he ain’t got such reservations. He’s crushin’ the life outta him. After seeing that a head butt does nothing, Logan jams his claws into Krill’s chest. He hated to do it, but Krill ain’t left him no choice.
As Krill lies on the ground dying, Logan tells him that it didn’t have t’ end this way. Krill replies that he is afraid that it did. Logan says that he just has one question – why? Krill replies that he must confess, he has not been completely honest with him. Logan says that he kinda figured that out by now. Krill tells him that truth be told, when he entered the escape hatch after the Brood attack on his family, he made a startling discovery. His family had been changed, turned into the very monstrosities they battled that day. He was devastated, better they had died than to go on living such an unholy existence. He ran, wanting to escape the living nightmare that was there before his eyes. They closed the hatch behind him and jettisoned the pod. He would never see them as he knew them again.
What he is trying to tell Logan is that these Brood didn’t kill his family, they were his family. He made a vow that day that he would not rest until his family was put out of their misery. The problem was, he too was infected while fighting the Brood. He too shares their final fate. It is why he brought his here, why he attacked him, to finish what he could not. He tells Wolverine that he owes him a debt, one he can never repay. He then asks Logan to lay him next to his family so they may now face the end together. Lying next to his family, Tyrus shares some private last moments with his wife Ulara and his sons Zet and Jexia before they ultimately pass away.
Later, Logan prepares the bodies of Tyrus and his family, wrapping them in white sheets. As he does, he thinks to himself that Krill was wrong. He don’t owe him nothing. All he did was set things right. Loading the bodies onto the alien ship, Logan isn’t sad for Krill, he doesn’t think he would’ve wanted that. Krill and his family actually died a long time ago, an’ now they’re finally together again like he wanted. All he’s doin’ is seein’ to it that he’ll get t’ go home. Inside the ship, Beast tells Logan that he programmed the vessel’s auto-pilot and that the coordinates have been set to Krill’s home planet. As the ship takes off, Beast informs Logan that his compatriots will finally receive a proper burial. Logan adds rest in peace Krill, he deserves it.


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Nighttime – somewhere over the South China Sea, a helicopter carries Wolverine. Coming upon a lone island, the pilot informs him that their designated drop zone is coming up in two minutes. The pilot informs him this is his last chance to turn back and asks if he’s sure he wants to go through with this. It’s a private island down there that most rational people tend to give a wide berth. From what he’s heard, the owner doesn’t take kind to visitors. Wolverine replies that it’s not a problem t’ him. He don’t anticipate the owner bein’ to his likin’ anyway. He then tells him to meet him at the designated pickup spot at first light and to expect company, he ain’t comin’ back alone. The pilot tells him that he copies and adds that they’re coming up on the drop zone.
As Wolverine leaps out of the chopper, he thinks to himself that he’s plenty mad. He can feel the berserker rage comin’ on but that’s not what he needs now. He has to stay in control, if not fer his sake then fer the kid’s – fer Amiko. The kidnappers note Yukio read to him said they wanted him, not the girl. She was just a means to gettin’ his attention. They got it all right; now let’s see if they can handle it.
Floating down in via parachute, he recalls that Yukio wasn’t very happy. He made sure she got left behind because the note said fer him t’ come alone. There was no way he was goin’ to jeopardize the kid’s life by not followin’ instructions to the letter. Yukio’s a big girl, she’ll get over it. Can’t say he blames her though. Amiko means a lot to her an’ she means a lot to the kid. He’d want ta be here come hell or high water if he was in her shoes.
Looking through his binoculars, he sees his target in sight. Seeing a ‘copter landing pad down below, Wolverine remarks that it’s nice of ‘em to give him such a convenient target to land on. Doesn’t look like any guards are posted, hate t’ say he’s disappointed. He was hoping to inflict some pain as quick as he could. He’s sure he’ll get his fill ‘fore the night’s done.
Once he lands on the helicopter pad, Wolverine notices that the wind just shifted downwind givin’ him a scent he sure as heck wasn’t expectin’ in this part o’ the world – a raptor! When it attacks him, Wolverine notices that it wants to take a chuck outta him but adamantium-laced skeleton or not, he ain’t in no hurry to let him. Kicking the raptor off of him, Wolverine can tell that the dino’s a long way from home. It’s got the stink o’ the Savage Land all over him. It’s probably just scared an’ hungry but that’s not his problem. He can tell it’s tensin’, gettin’ ready t’ strike. When it does, Wolverine replies in kind with a slash to it’s neck. Nothin’ personal but it’s survival o’ the fittest in this game. Kneeling by the dead dinosaur, Wolverine says that he doesn’t know what kinda nut case has his own personal dinosaur servin’ as a bodyguard but if a hair’s been harmed on the girl’s head, an army of T-Rex’s ain’t goin’ t’ stop him from takin’ him down.
Entering the building, Wolverine senses that it’s quiet, too quiet. He knows a trap when he smells one an’ even without his hyper-senses, this one stinks to high heaven. Seeing the animal head trophies perched on the wall, Wolverine can tell that it looks like his mystery host considers himself some kind o’ hunter, although he doesn’t think much o’ this kinda huntin’. Ain’t much to killin’ an animal that doesn’t have no weapon t’ fight back with.
Just then, Wolverine catches Amiko’s scent and works on finding out where it leads him. Standing at the top of stairs, he wonders how he knew it would be down. Once he descends the stairs, he sees a number of cells. He ain’t seen this much cell space this side of Rikers Island. Strange though, fer all the accommodations he ain’t catchin’ now whiff o’ anyone else ‘cept Amiko. Reaching her cell, Logan tells her that it’s him and he’s come to get her outta there an’ take her back home. Picking her head up, Amiko asks Logan if it’s really him. Logan tells her ‘course it’s him. She didn’t think he’d leave her there, did she? Popping a claw, he tells her that he’s going to pick the lock an’ he’ll have her outta there before she knows it.
There’s a legendary, almost mythical tribe deep in the heart of the Amazon who outside observers have claimed use magic to render themselves invisible to their prey. The truth of the matter is these huntsmen use a mixture of oils and powders known only to them that mask the pheromones that their bodies chemically transmit thus masking their scents and enabling them to approach their prey. No man alive born outside this sequestered cabal is privy to the secret of this elixir, except one.
Before Logan can pick the lock and free Amiko from her confines, he is shot in the back of the neck with a dart shot from a blow gun. When he falls in a heap, Amiko tells him that he needs to get up. Logan weakly informs her that he can not, his body’s paralyzed. The attacker states potent, is it not? In the rain forests from which it originates, the paralysis serves the function of allowing the hunter to slay his impotent prey. But that is not his ambition for the moment. Even for one with an accelerated healing factor such as himself, the effect should provide them with ample opportunity to conduct their business like civilized men.
He then tells Wolverine that he has a reputation that precedes him, he should be proud of that. Some say that he is the most feared man in this region of the world. He fears no man, he is Zaran. A hunter, a trapper, a master of the art of weaponry but soon he shall be known as the man who killed the Wolverine. When Wolverine tells him “lotsa luck,” Zaran assures him that luck will have nothing to do with it. Once, he was feared throughout the world. The whisper of his name brought ruthless men to the brink of tears, his record was perfect. He had never failed in a mission until a former MI6 agent by the name of Shang-Chi defeated him in battle, the only man ever to do so. After that, contracts dried up as his reputation soured. Even his one-time pupil thought himself better than him and stole his identity from him, until he too was defeated at the hands of Shang-Chi. But no more, he will reclaim all that is his.
Wolverine informs him that he’s a Grade-A psycho. He doesn’t care ‘bout his flamin’ reputation. All he cares ‘bout is this li’l girl he had the nerve to use as a tool t’ get him there. When he grimaces in pain, Zaran remarks that he can see that is body is reacting to the poison now flowing through his veins. And before he asks, yes, it is fatal perhaps even to one such as himself. He has the antidote and will gladly turn it over to him, under one condition. As he already stated, he wants his reputation restored, he wants his name back, and most of all he wants him dead. It’s nothing personal. Normally, he wouldn’t care if he lived or died but he needs him dead. He’s invited the most influential and powerful crime lord in the Far East there. He’ll be watching tonight’s event through the safety of closed circuit television.
Wolverine asks him what kinda event he’s talking about. Zaran says that he thought that was painfully obvious, his death of course. What he proposes is that he will be given a ten minute head start. What that time has elapsed, he will become the hunter and he will become his prey. With such a formidable foe taken down at his hands, his reputation and honor will be returned to him and his services will become even more in demand than before. If by some miracle he survives the night, he will hand over the antidote to the poison and he and the girl will go free.
Wolverine asks him what’s to stop him from just takin’ him out right now. As three ninjas surround Amiko, Zaran tells him that he doesn’t think that he needs to answer that question. Wolverine tells him that he gets it now for him to get this. He’ll play his game but when all is said and done, he’s goin’ to regret he ever saw him. Got it?
Alone in the woods, Wolverine thinks that there comes a time when most every man has t’ fight for what he believes in, for what he loves. Fer him, that time seems t’ come on a more frequent basis than most. He doesn’t like it one bit. Someone’s goin’ to pay big time for puttin’ Amiko in harm’s way again. He then recognizes that it’s quiet, too quiet. That usually means one thing.
Just then, an arrow pierces his arm. Pulling it out, Wolverine knows that he’s careless. Normally, Zaran couldn’t get within a hundred yards o’ him, let alone put an arrow in him. But until his healin’ factor kicks the poison outta his system, he’s gonna have to rely more on his instincts than his senses. At that moment, Wolverine hears Zaran step on a stick and snap it in half. Wolverine sees that as mistake number one. There won’t be a second. While Zaran readies another arrow, Wolverine leaps at him, claws at the ready. As he does, he can feel the animal in him tryin’ to get out. He lets it and proceeds to slash Zaran’s bow into kindling.
Preparing himself for further battle, Wolverine tells Zaran that it’s over, he loses and that his mistake was bringin’ Amiko into all o’ this. For that, he’s going t’ slice him into tiny li’l cutlets. Pulling out knives, Zaran tells him that is an empty boast from one who is about to die. Rushing towards Wolverine, Zaran is able to dodge is claw-swipe and is able to jam a dagger into his side much to Wolverine’s surprise. Removing the dagger, Wolverine tells Zaran that he’s about had it with him an’ his contest. He says they finish this up right now. Looking around, he sees that Zaran is gone and wonders if the game hunter has turned chicken on him. After seeing blood on the ground, Wolverine realizes that he must’ve hurt ‘im worse than he thought. He doesn’t need his hyper-senses now, a cub scout could follow the trail. He then says to get the fat lady ready, ‘cause this games ‘bout over.
Eventually, Wolverine comes to the end of the blood trail. Kneeling down to check on it, Wolverine thinks to himself that Zaran may as well be travelin’ down the yellow brick road, that’s how obvious his path has been, maybe a bit too obvious. Clues point Zaran went this way, but his instincts tellin’ him different. An’ if he’s correct an’ his healin’ factor’s finally cleaned the poison outta his system, then the scent he’s smellin’ behind him is Zaran.
At the last second, Wolverine dodges a spear stab from Zaran. As he does, Zaran tells him that if he surrenders to his fate now, he swears on his honor his death will be painless. Destroying Zaran’s spear with his claws, Wolverine tells Zaran that he’s got a serious problem – an ego that can’t match his ability. If he thinks he’s goin’ to be able to take him down with a stick an’ some ginsu knives, he’s more than delusional, he’s certifiably nuts. Regrouping, Zaran backs up and pulls out his daggers. While he does, Wolverine tells him that he made a big mistake. If he wants some o’ him, fine, it’s his funeral. But when he involves an innocent girl who means quite a bit t’ him, he gets angry and when he gets angry, he ends up in a world o’ hurt.
Rushing at Wolverine, Zaran tells him that his death will be a new beginning for him. Engaging in close combat, Wolverine stabs Zaran and then informs him that the only thing he’ll be beginnin’ is some intensive physical therapy in some hospital somewhere. As Zaran collapses to his knees, Wolverine remarks game an’ match. Leaning down to check on him, Wolverine remarks that he must be gettin’ soft, he’s still breathin’.
Just then, he states that the show is over. He then tells the ninjas not to think he doesn’t know their there. Fear gives off a distinct scent. They ain’t Hand material, they ain’t that good. So odds are they work for the psycho there. He then tells them to listen up an’ listen good. They have two choices. They can either drag this getting-colder-by-the-minute body away or they can join him in becomin’ a bleedin’ mess on the ground. Their call.
The response comes from a man wearing a suit by the name of Shinji Kizaki. He tells Wolverine to have a care gaijin and to not issue threats he is unable to enforce. He is a reasonable man but not one who suffers threats to his person. He cares not if that fool, Zaran, lives or dies. He sought to prove himself worthy to serve in his employment. Needless to say, he failed miserably in that regard. He must commend him, Wolverine, though on a battle well fought. Even though he had to overcome, shall they say obstacles not of his making, he still triumphed. Rather easily at that, he might add.
Wolverine says that’s him, the Helen Keller of mutantkind. He then mentions to Kizaki that he’s Yakuza, Japanese mob. Kizaki tells him that he’s quite perceptive and that he believes the saying in the west is “to the victor go the spoils” and tosses Wolverine the antidote to Zaran’s poison. Wolverine catches it and tells him thanks but no thanks. He doesn’t need it. Nothin’ bothers him fer long. Not poison, not Zaran, an’ not him. Kizaki replies so it would seem. Unlike Zaran he has earned honor in his eyes this day. Knowing his reputation in the east, Zaran foolishly insisted on including him for his demonstration. He correctly thought his judgment was flawed. Zaran fought without honor. He was dead in his eyes regardless of tonight’s outcome. Injecting a poison into his system to hamper his unique abilities, using an innocent child as bait…
Wolverine cuts him off and asks where the child is at. Snapping his fingers, Kizaki calls for Amiko and provides her to Wolverine as a reward for the victor. As they embrace, Amiko tells Logan that she just wants to go home. Logan tells her that he’s going to get her outta there, don’t worry.
As they begin to walk away, Kizaki tells Wolverine that he’s afraid he will be unable to allow that. Even though Zaran’s attempt at impressing him failed, tonight’s events have actually proven useful to him. He has been able to identify a future potential threat. Even though he himself has no quarrel with him at the present, he is sure that it is only a matter of time before circumstances dictate otherwise.
Stopping in his tracks, Wolverine says to Amiko that he was afraid o’ this and asks her if she’s up to this. Amiko tells him to just say the word. At that moment, Kizaki orders his ninjas to kill them both. With that, they unleash a number of arrows in Wolverine and Amiko’s direction. Using his body as a shield, Wolverine blocks the arrows from reaching Amiko. Seeing the arrows hit him, Amiko states that he’s hurt to which Logan tells her that it works worse than it is. He then picks her up and runs off.
As he does, Wolverine thinks to himself that he wishes he felt as strong as he sounds. His healin’ factor’s workin’ but it’s still ‘bout taxed to the limit after fightin’ off the effects o’ the poison. He’s not sure how much it’ll take. First priority is Amiko. Poor girl’s been through the ringer over the last few months. It ain’t right for her t’ keep bein’ a puppet t’ get his attention. It ain’t gonna happen again. Placing her behind a large boulder, Wolverine tells Amiko to stay there and to keep head down no matter what.
Climbing a tree, Wolverine looks down to the forest floor and sees the ninjas looking for him. They’re quiet, he’s gotta give ‘em that but they sure ain’t flamin’ invisible, at least not t’ him. Leaping down from his position, Wolverine proceeds to take them all out with his claws in rather short fashion. Standing over their defeated bodies, he laments that it was mighty disappointin’. He had hoped they could give him a decent fight. Turning his attention to Kizaki, Wolverine grabs him by the collar and tells him that he should have just walked away when he had the chance but he wanted t’ do this the hard way – mistake, big mistake.
Before he can deliver the killing blow, Amiko tells Wolverine to stop. He is an honorable samurai. He is old and defeated, there is no honor in killing what is already dead. She wants to just leave and go home. As he lets Kizaki go, Wolverine remarks that the kid makes sense. No need for killin’ if it ain’t necessary. He then tells Kizaki that he promises that if he ever messes with him or his again, no kid’s going ta save his life for him. Bowing, Kizaki tells Wolverine that his mercy is most generous. On his honor, his family is safe from retribution.
At that moment, Wolverine’s ride arrives and he and Amiko board the helicopter. While it takes off, Kizaki says to Wolverine to enjoy his victory while he can, he assures him it is only temporary. Aiming his rifle at the helicopter, Zaran says that his honor is lost again to him, he’ll see him dead. Before he can fire, Kizaki stops and calls him a fool. Has he no room in his empty head for rational thoughts? Does he truly believe this weapon will kill him? If he shoots him now, they’re both dead. He tells Zaran to let Wolverine have his illusions of victory for now. When next their paths cross, he will know everything there is about this Wolverine – his strengths, his weaknesses, his motivations. At that time, there will be only one acceptable outcome – Wolverine will die.


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(New York City)
Sabretooth, dressed in a long overcoat and hat, approaches a gang of thugs late at night. He asks where 1313 is, and the leader replies that it’s two doors down; but he ain’t gotta worry about that. He’s got bigger worries now, adds a fellow smug gang member.
The leader, pointing his gun at Creed, demands his money and coat, but Creed isn’t willing to give them up. He grabs the guy’s arm and literally pulls it out of its socket. The gun fires as the estranged finger locks onto the trigger. Sabretooth thrusts his claws into the guy’s neck, dropping him to the ground. He makes short work of the rest of the crew before strolling up to 1313. It’s time to get down to business.
(meanwhile)
Wolverine is being set upon by T&A and Mr. X’s henchman, the huge and powerful Blok. T yanks on the whip wrapped around Wolverine’s neck, and asks if he thinks he can handle the Ladykillers and Blok all on his lonesome. Logan thought that, after fighting a small army in the streets of New York, he’d be entitled to a little time off. Clearly not.
He figures T&A are the Stephen King version of Betty and Veronica, and wonders why they’ve shown up. He grabs the whip and yanks on it himself, pulling the much lighter girl over his head and crashing into a chimney. A unleashes three sais in Logan’s general direction, but he slices one of them in mid air. Unfortunately, it continues to strike him in the neck. A pulls out a couple of pistols and starts blasting away at Logan, who runs straight into T’s thigh-length boot heel. She then introduces him to Blok, who grabs him by the neck and lifts him high above his head.
Meanwhile, the major come to, and reaches for his own weapons. Wolverine shoves his elbow into Blok’s groin, and Blok, like any other man, really feels the pain. Logan then notices the major about to rejoin the party. He swings his blades towards him, slicing his pistols and then head butts the guy with his adamantium-laced skull. That takes him out of the fight.
Meanwhile, Sabretooth enters 1313, and inside it appears to be surprisingly plush compared to its derelict exterior. He approaches a large desk with a man seated behind it. Creed informs the man that, since being involved in whackin’ a presidential candidate, his price has gone up. The man replies that he’s well aware of his capabilities. Creed asks who he wants clipped, and he is told that what they want it is him. Whether he is aware of it or not, he is now working exclusively for them.
Creed stands and grabs the guy by the collar. “Ya tryin’ to be a wise guy with me? Nobody tells Sabretooth what t’do.” He then notices the man’s face, just before knockout gas seeps through the ventilation ducts. As Creed chokes, he is informed that the gas has been modified to his unique physiology. He passes out, and the man tells his colleagues that Sabretooth is a magnificent specimen. He should work out quite nicely.
Back with Wolverine, and T&A maintain their assault on him. Logan jokes that they’re his kinda dames and, instead of trying to kill him, maybe they wanna join him at his place for a couple ‘a brews. As his attention is diverted, Blok thumps him hard, and he lands in T&A’s arms. They throw him back to the big man who crunches his huge fist into Wolverine’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. T&A then kicks him out through a door and back to Blok, who prepares to punch him again. Logan feels like a pinball. Just as Blok swings, A somersaults towards them, and so Logan ducks, making Blok land a powerful blow on her instead.
The major lies semi-conscious on the ground. His phone rings, and he picks it up. Mr. X is on the line and speaks to the major, as he wades acrobatically through a fresh bunch of sparring partners. The major admits he was knocked out, and so Mr. X enquires how the others are getting on. He looks over and thinks it’s too early to tell, though it doesn’t look too good. Mr. X asks the major to confirm that Wolverine not only took out his men, he now looks like he might do the same to three of the finest assassins in the world. The major says that is the case. “Splendid!” replies Mr. X. “It’s time I met this Logan. Set up a meet and greet.”
He hangs up and looks around at his sparring partners; all dead, despite their protective clothing. He feels he needs to pace himself better. He asks Miss Pennyfeather to send out the usual condolence package to their spouses, except for Sanderson, who he never really liked anyway.
Meanwhile, Wolverine has his jacket pulled over his own head by T, who then delivers another stiletto boot to Logan’s face. Logan uses his strength to rip the jacket apart, and deliver his own kick to T who is sent flying. Wolverine is left with just Blok to contend with, and the two men rush each other. Blok blocks Wolverine’s attack with a spear he’s carrying, and throws Wolverine to one side. He then charges him with the pointy end, but Logan manages to edge sideways, causing Blok to go crashing through a skylight behind him. Unfortunately, Logan follows him down.
They land with a thump, but Logan is quickly on his feet. He grabs the big man’s tie and chokes him with it. With Blok helpless, Logan demands answers from him, or he’ll pop his head off like a pimple. Suddenly, the major appears looking through the skylight down at him. “Good luck getting anything out of him; he’s a mute!” Logan says fine, and then throws one of A’s sais at him, which sticks through the major’s forearm. He drops a piece of paper he was carrying which invites Logan to meet his boss at nine. Logan says he’ll clear out his schedule just for him.
(interlude)
A man in an overcoat and hat sits reading a newspaper on the sidewalk. A second man, similarly dressed and sporting what looks like a false beard, approaches and sits beside him. The first man asks if he knows what happened to John. His colleague replies that they not only got John, but by his count there are seven of them down already. The first man asks if they’ll come after them next, or does he think they’re safe? As he answers, gunshots ring out as a car drives by with two gunmen opening fire. Both men are killed instantly.
(8:50pm)
Logan follows the instructions on the paper, and arrives at a warehouse in the industrial part of town. He has no idea why the man wants to fight him, but knows the guy has no idea what he’s in for. He enters the warehouse and meets his tormentor, sitting in front of his four comrades. Logan asks if he’s going to have to play with his goons again, or are they doing this man to man. Mr. X says he’s early. Logan replies that he likes to be prompt when he kicks somebody’s ass. Mr. X likes his confidence and sense of humor. He apologizes for putting him through those tedious tests, but his mother always did say he has a habit of playing with his food. He needed to know if Logan was worthy.
Mr. X stands, and removes his shirt, revealing a muscular body covered in scars. Logan has seen scars like this before, on serial killers. With some of them, it’s like a ritual. They make a scar for every kill. Now he’s really mad. He snikts his claws open, and prepares for battle.
Logan makes the first move, diving towards Mr. X, who is still wearing his shades. He misses and lands with a thud on the ground. Logan’s impressed. There aren’t many men who can sidestep him like that. He launches himself at him again, but this time Mr. X leaps above him with ease. Blok laughs at his attempts, as Mr. X informs Logan that this is getting boring. Perhaps it would have been more of a challenge to fight a schoolgirl?
He makes it easy for Logan by turning his back to him. Logan approaches him, but Mr. X blocks his attack with his hand, and thrusts his claws into the ground. He then smashes Logan in the face with a left, elbows him with his right elbow, kicks him in the stomach, punishes him with a left cross and finally uses some martial arts to send Logan sprawling and bleeding on the floor. Mr. X stands victorious over Logan and flexes his muscles. “The best there is, indeed…”


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The best there is (part three)
Wolverine slowly regains consciousness and, for a second, he thinks something is really wrong. He sees the face of a devil before him, but as his eyes gradually begin to focus, he realizes it’s just his breakfast. He looks around, and sees Mr. X seated before him at the opposite end of the table, raising his glass. The major is seated to his right, the giant Samoan, Blok, is standing behind him as usual, and T&A are seated to his left. A has a neck brace on and T’s left arm is in a sling; the cost of tussling with someone as brutal as Wolverine. Logan remembers everything now. The main guy dropped him like he was yesterday’s newspaper!
Logan is shackled in a hi-tech seat, semi-naked and with a ball in his mouth, acting as a gag, attached to two straps that wrap around his head. His arms are positioned so that if he pops his claws, he’ll gut himself. Clever! He has an interesting day ahead of him. Mr. X asks A why she had to put the ball in his mouth. He can’t speak to him now. A thought it was kinda ‘Pulp Fiction,’ but removes the ball, only to receive a bite from Wolverine. She shrieks, and shoves her pistol into Logan’s mouth, telling him the next thing he’s gonna bite is a bullet.
Mr. X calls her off, but A is determined to pop Wolverine herself. Mr. X stands, and says he will not repeat himself. A smirks, and replies that she was just kidding. Mr. X tells the others that A has ruined breakfast for them. He asks them to leave, and to send in Postlewaite on their way out. As they stroll away, T is annoyed. She was enjoying her Eggs Benedict.
Postlewaite enters, as Mr. X apologizes to Logan for that unpleasant display. He thinks that, if he has a fault, it’s that he sometimes spoils those below him. Logan isn’t interested in his platitudes, and demands to know what this is all about. Where is he? Mr. X explains that he’s on one of his little island getaways. They’re quite secluded there, and no one will interrupt their business. ‘Business?’ thinks Wolverine.
Mr. X explains that Mr Postlewaite is his attorney, and he presents Logan with documents outlining what he refers to as his most generous offer. He sought Logan out because he’s heard whispers about him; about how he is the best there is at what he does. Obviously this is no longer the case. Now that Mr. X has defeated him, he now lays claim to that title, and the documents he sees before him state, in effect just that. They state that Logan will no longer refer to himself as ‘The best there is,’ because that is now Mr. X’s distinction, and his alone.
Logan considers this maniac’s ludicrous proposal, before telling Mr. X to stick the papers where the sun don’t shine. Mr. X asks Postlewaite to gag Wolverine and leave. He gets bitten too, but does as he is asked. Mr. X then decides to explain the nature of all this. Logan may then understand why it’s in his best interests to sign the documents.
(flashback)
Mr. X starts at the beginning. He was born to wealthy parents and never wanted for anything. He was a happy child, and would have remained that way but for one very important incident that occurred one day. He was walking with his mother when he noticed a crowd had gathered on a street corner. A woman had been tragically hit by a car and was beyond medical help. People were screaming and crying, and his mother tried shielding his eyes from the scene. He found he could not look away, and while chaos reigned around him, he felt nothing but a great easing calm.
He wriggled free from his mother and took a closer look. He had never seen death before, and yet he was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. He knelt beside the woman and looked into her dark, soulless eyes. She was clinging to life, but not for long. He waited patiently for her to pass on from existence, and then he saw it. He could actually feel her passing from this life to the next. It was glorious.
His mother yanked him away from the dead woman, but it was too late. Mr. X tells Logan he was already hooked. From that moment forth, everything he did paled in comparison to that woman dying in his arms. Nothing could replace the feeling; not women, material possessions or even vacations to exotic locations. Nothing! As a result he became more depressed by the day, and his parents referred him to the finest doctors in the world, but nothing that medical science offered could cure his ills.
One day, he was washing the dog that his parents had bought him; one of the many gifts they showered upon him in an attempt to lift his spirits. The maid had left the oven open; she was cooking a soufflé. To this day, he doesn’t even remember doing it. It’s as if some outside force came along and pointed the way to freedom. He watched with glee as the dog desperately tried to free itself from the oven. The smell of its wet fur and the look in its eyes - he knew he was alive once again.
His parents found him and were appalled that he could do such a thing. He tells Logan that he needn’t concern himself with them. They soon followed the dog... and so it began.
At first, he started killing vagrants, junkies, runaways: people no one would notice. Then he grew bolder. He did away with a few friends of his, and even a few old girlfriends. He rather enjoyed killing those, he admits. Soon, he moved on to rather dangerous targets; men of power and influence. But, that too eventually became commonplace. He was a hunter hunting prey, but it wasn’t nearly enough. They were good for a quick fix, but he needed more.
(present)
Mr. X releases a small mouse and a snake, and allows a snake to close in for the kill. Before it can reach its prey, Mr. X kills the snake. He explains to Logan that he needed to hunt the hunters. He knew that, if he were to undertake such a task, he needed to better himself as no other man had done before. He would become the greatest killing machine this world has ever seen, and would settle for nothing less.
(flashback)
He trained under the greatest masters this planet had to offer. Martial Arts, Boxing, Escape Artistry, the use of nearly every form of weaponry - anything that could help him reach his goal was perfected. Ultimately, he murdered the people who trained him, becoming their master. He then traveled the world honing his skills against a multitude of skilled opponents, and perfected a process of killing the likes of which the world had never seen before. Eventually, he destroyed everything that linked him to this life, and effectively disappeared. It was as if he had never existed.
(present)
Now, he has come to Logan. He holds the document up before him and, with a certain amount of emotion, explains that this proposition is made to only a select few. His sessions with clients almost always end with their demise. That is, unless he finds a kindred spirit; a fellow killer as he has in Logan. He adds that only men like themselves can know the rush of taking another life; the exhilaration of snuffing out another from existence. To destroy Logan would be like an art collector destroying the Mona Lisa. Instead, he will allow Logan to accept his superiority and join him in his new murder avant-garde. He removes the ball from Logan’s mouth, and informs him that failure to join him will result in certain death.
Wolverine replies that he’s heard a lot of sick things in his time, but this story takes the cake. He snarls that he has to fight each and every day to keep the animal side of him in check; to keep himself from losing control and killing people. Mr. X? Death is all some kinda sick game to him. Wolverine’s anger turns to rage, and despite the damage popping his claws will doubtless do to him, he pops them anyway, and they tear through his skin and out through the contraption he is being held in. In a second he is free and leaping straight for Mr. X
(interlude)
Senator Walsh is reading his newspaper in his office when he sees the story about John, Peter and Michael all being killed. He can’t believe it. John was killed by a car bomb whilst Peter and Michael were gunned down in the street like animals. The paper doesn’t have any idea that their murders are connected, but he knows differently. He hasn’t thought about them for years. What if he’s next? He begins to sweat, as his aide enters the office and asks if he’s okay. The senator replies that he’s fine, but if he will excuse him, he has some arrangements to make.
(Meanwhile)
Wolverine is in full berserker rage now, and whatever humanity he had is gone. He slashes Mr. X’s torso, but he responds with a powerful blow to the back of Wolverine’s neck. Logan whips his left arm out and throws Mr. X across the room. He’s not even thinking from one move to the next. It all just flows; it’s all instinct.
He heads over to Mr. X, who stands and leaps out of the way of his blow and rushes for a doorway. He clicks a control pad and enters. By the time Wolverine arrives, Mr. X is waiting for him with a machine gun. “Welcome to my trophy room!” he smiles. It’s where he keeps most of the souvenirs he’s gathered over the years. He has the usual fare; knives, guns, human heads. The particular item he’s holding once belonged to John Dillinger, he believes.
He unleashes a volley of bullets at Wolverine, who manages to withstand the assault. Mr. X then reaches for a spear, which he acquired from an African chieftain. He explains that the chief refused to part with it: something about it being with his tribe for centuries or something. He should have spared himself the nasty disembowelment Mr. X was forced to give him. Wolverine leaps at him, but he lands on the end of the spear, which plunges deep into his stomach. His momentum is then used to send him crashing through a glass display case.
Mr. X then grabs a semi-automatic flamethrower, a gift to him from Saddam. He pours flame into the room, enveloping Wolverine in a tomb of searing heat. Even before Logan comes rushing out of the flames, Mr. X somehow knows he’s just going to keep coming. As Logan’s slash misses his opponent’s back by inches, Mr. X grabs a broadsword and prepares to try and remove Wolverine’s head. He’s loving the action more than Wolverine, and can see something familiar in the X-Man’s eyes. As he brings the sword down, Wolverine’s claws slice it into four pieces, and he delivers a sturdy kick, which sends Mr. X smashing through a glass paned doorway.
As he lies on the ground, he grins. “Death! Yes. Let me have it! Kill me if you think you can.” Wolverine is ready to oblige, but out of nowhere, his arm is grabbed by Blok, who knocks him out with one powerful blow.
(later)
Wolverine wakes up and sees the face of a devil once again. As his sight gradually returns, the devil transforms into the shapes made by the clouds above him. He finds himself floating in a dinghy. He’s in the middle of nowhere, and all he has with him is a note on his chest. It reads: -
Mr. Logan. You yet live due only to Blok’s bout of foul play back at the island. He knows better than to interrupt when I’m in session with a client. As such, please take solace in the fact that he has been punished in kind. In truth, his interference was unnecessary as, although you are aware, you were mere moments from suffering yet another defeat at my hands.
I have never faced an adversary quite like you and must say it was the most outstanding session I’ve had in years. Therefore, we simply must conclude this unfinished business of ours. Don’t bother to try and locate me. I guarantee you will find such efforts fruitless. So, as the old saying goes, “Don’t call me, I’ll call you.”
(epilogue)
The X-Men’s Blackbird flies gracefully through the air, piloted by Nightcrawler. He is with Logan on their way to find Mr. X’s island hideout, and Logan explains that, as he knows, there isn’t a man alive that he’s afraid of, but it’s what Mr. X is that’s the problem. He’s everything Logan is afraid of becoming. He toyed with him; predicting his every move even before he made it. Then, when he went into one of his berserker rages, he actually had him on the ropes. He was enjoying himself, Logan adds, and laughing the whole time. It was like Mr. X was trying to bring something out in him.
Mr. X? replies Nightcrawler. Logan admits it’s kinda corny, but asks what else one calls someone like that who changes names and identities like he changes his underwear? Kurt jokes that, now that Logan mentions it… He isn’t in the mood for jokes, and Kurt turns to him and tells him they’ve arrived at the island. Logan looks down to find there is nothing there. The whole complex is gone.
Kurt lands the Blackbird and Logan sifts the soil through his fingers. Kurt asks what next, and Logan replies that they’ll wait, ‘cause he’s comin’. When and where he has no idea, but he is, and when that happens, he ain’t leaving until one of them is dead.


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The Hunted: Part Three
In prison, Carl “Crusher” Creel continues to punch away at a very human looking Hank McCoy. As he delivers another blow, he says this one’s fer the time he an’ his Avenger buddies tossed him into the East River. Does he know how fitly the East River is fer Pete’s sake? Continuing to pummel away on Hank, Creel mentions that it’s a shame. He was almost the heavyweight champ a’ the world but lost his chance battlin’ Jack somebody. Too bad fer him, he ain’t him!
Welcome to the Cage. Chances are ya never heard of it, an’ believe him, that ain’t by accident. There’s a reason why my buddy the Beast ain’t blue an’ furry an’ like his normal mutant self anymore. Usually he’d be able t’ put up a better showin’ against the Absorbing Man, but I’ll get to that in a minute. Bet yer also wonderin’ why I’m lettin’ him take a beatin’ like this. Bottom line is, in the cage he’s got no choice but to fight .The cons gotta know he ain’t an easy mark when I’m not around. Creel’s just too much fer him, is all. An’ although he’s fought the good fight, now’s the time t’ end it.
With that, Wolverine tells Creel that he’s had enough. Recognizing Wolverine’s voice, Creel calls out his name and says that he still owes him from when he cut off his arm during that Secret Wars thing. Dodging his swing, Wolverine tells him to count his blessings these restraints are keepin’ him from poppin’ his claws. Otherwise, it’d be more than just an arm he’d be losing’. Pinning Creel to the ground and holding his arm behind him, Wolverine tells him the way he figures it, they been fightin’ every day since they got there. Maybe it’s time he killed somebody an’ proved himself once and fer all. He then tells Creel that there’s about forty-three different ways he can kill him now – pick one!
From the other side of the room, the Wrecker holds Hank around the neck and calls out to Wolverine to let Creel go or McCoy gets offed. When Wolverine asks him if that’s so, the Wrecker tells him that it is and pulls out a shiv. Brandishing it, he tells Wolverine that in fact, his boy there is about to get himself a Colombian necktie, Wrecker style. Wolverine tells him real smart makin’ a shiv the size of a crowbar, it’s not like the hacks can’t spot it a million miles away. He then adds that his threat only matters if he thinks he, Wolverine, can’t get there fast enough.
Just then Montgomery Battle, the prison warden walks in, flanked by his guards. He is known as “Constant” Battle to the cons. He has a severe obsession with control. In other words, a fella who seriously needs to unclench. Comes from somethin’ that happened when he was in the military. Word is that Battle walked into the jungles a’ Nam with a whole army under him an’ he’s the only one who walked out. Nobody’s ever had enough sand t’ ask him what happened though.
Seeing Creel involved, Battle yells at him. Creel replies that it wasn’t him, he swears. He was mindin’ his own business when… Battle cuts him off and says yeah, yeah and the check is in the mail and the dog ate your homework. He then asks him if he wants two weeks in the hole. Creel tells him that he’ll be good, he promises. As he is carted away by a couple of guards, Battle turns his attention to Wolverine and McCoy and says to them that they’ve been trouble since the day they hauled their sorry butts in there. Putting on his glasses, Hank says that surely he can see they’ve been targeted since their arrival. Perhaps if he put them in protective custody…
Before Hank can finish his thought, Battle’s head guard smacks Hank with his baton and tells him not to sass the warden. Grabbing the other end of the baton, Wolverine tells the guard, that wasn’t necessary, he didn’t do nothin’. The guard replies that he’ll decide what’s necessary. The guard’s name is Caleb “Reb” Tillis. He is Battle’s right-hand man an’ the meanest hack this side a’ Hades. It’s only a matter a’ time before things get real ugly between he and Wolverine. Wolverine tells him that he’s been ridin’ them since they got there. They’ve singled them out an’ he don’t like it. Tillis informs him that he don’t care what he likes and calls Wolverine a mutie runt. Nor does he care for his freak a’ nature kind, for that matter. All he cares is that he knows his place an’ it don’t seem that he does.
Depressing a button on the other end of the baton, it sends an electrical shock through Wolverine’s body which in turn knocks him to the ground. Tillis adds that if they ain’t learned how things work around there yet, he’ll be more than happy to teach him. Walking away, he tells them to have a nice day.
Picking himself up, Logan thinks to himself that it’s his fault Hank’s there. He was with him when his dream about murderin’ a senator came true an’ the man wound up dead fer real. They then went on the run, tryin’ t’ figure out if he was responsible or not – they’re still up in air on that one. Still up in the air on a lot o’ things actually. Like who sent that ghost-like bounty Hunter the Shiva Man after them fer instance. Truth is, all they really do know is that S.H.I.E.L.D. captured them and brought them there to await trial.
The Cage is the ultimate in what passes fer state-of-the-art superhuman incarceration these days. Complete with a dampening field that mentally prevents the cons from usin’ their powers; in his case, his healin’ factor an’ enhanced senses. Hell, most people don’t even know this place exists. Ain’t no contact with the outside world, fer one thing. They even go as far as t’ wipe the inmates’ memories of it clean when they leave there, all in the good name a’ security. Not like anybody’d be able t’ find it anyway. This stink-hole ain’t exactly what ya’d call visible. It’s inside a mesa on an island in the middle a’ nowhere built over a French prison originally constructed after the revolution if ya can believe it. Every now an’ then, supplies arrive and just disappear inside an’ their dirty little secret stays safe fer another day.
The dynamic a’ the prison’s different than anythin’ he’s ever seen too. Goons like the Wrecker an’ his pal Thunderball might hire themselves out fer muscle on the outside but they don’t mess with the toughest S.O.B.s in there – guys like Batroc the Leaper and the Kangaroo. He couldn’t believe it himself when he first heard it but in a place where nobody’s got any powers, it’s the cons with fightin’ skills that are the toughest in there, no matter how lame in the real world. An’ that suits the rulin’ class there just fine; people like Mo Money, a rap mogul who used super-goons t’ lean on his competition. Wound up there when one of his hip-hop rivals took a forty-story swan dive. The brickhouse with him is his bodyguard, a fella by the name of Axe. He ran afoul of the New Mutants a ways back if memory serves.
Mo Money heads up the black faction in there, the Brothers. Needless t’ say, they ain’t too friendly with the Skulls. They make skinheads look like Catholic schoolgirls. They worship the Red Skull like he’s some sort of messiah as sick as that sounds. Their leader calls himself Aryan, a real dirtbag if he ever saw one – he has a large red skull tattoo on his face. Then ya got yer wild-cards like the General. He’s former KGB, current Russian mob boss. He doesn’t just come after you, he comes after yer family, yer friends, yer first grade school teacher. Not a character ya wanna mess with, especially with the Red Ghost and his Super Apes watchin’ his back. Yeah, only in a place like this can ya find monkey’s locked up with men.
Up next, ya got the Cruisers. He doesn’t even wanna tell ya what these licebags are into. Let’s just say they were the first mooks in there he had to beat the snot out of. All these factions constantly vie fer control, but the top dogs right now are the Maggia. Thing is, they’d have a lot more power if they weren’t always fightin’ amongst themselves. One side’s led by Hammerhead, street tough through an’ through, an “any means necessary” type a’ guy. The other’s headed up by Silvermane, an “old school” mobster who sees himself more like Don Trump than Don Corleone.
So there they all are, all these factions with all these differences, havin’ just one thing in common – all of ‘em want the two of them – a Logan and Hank – dead. Why? Well ya know how ex-cops fare in prison don’t ya? They wind up with prices on their heads like the ones they’ve got. It makes no difference to the folks in there that the world at large sees the X-Men as no better than they are. To these men, they’re just two more “super-rats” and mutant ones at that – to get out of the way. An’ that suits Battle and his bull hacks just fine.
Entering their cell, Wolverine asks Hanks what that is. Hank tells him that he would think by now he’d be used to the daily correspondence with their fellow inmates as well as their ever present misspelling. On the wall, the words “your already dead” is written out in red. Logan tells Hank that it isn’t that; he’s referring to the note on his bed. Picking it up, Logan learns that it’s from Maverick. Good to see that his old Team X buddy ain’t forgot about him in there.
As Logan reads the note, he learns from Maverick that the whole mess of his is getting stranger by the day. He’s learned that the senator he’s accused of murdering was only one of many. People are getting bumped off like it was the Kennedy assassination all over again. When he did some background checks on these people, he learned they have mysterious inaccessible files too. Just like his senator friend. The thing they were all involved with, whatever it was, has to be the connection to this whole affair. On a different note, somebody snagged out their old buddy Creed. He hasn’t found out if it’s related, but he’s working on it. Putting down the note, Logan thinks out loud that if Sabretooth is mixed up with this now, what he is involved with there.
At S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Sharon Carter tells Brent Jackson that, although she commends him on capturing the fugitive Wolverine and his possible accomplice the Beast, he can’t condone the way he used Colonel Fury like that. And he can’t possibly imagine he’s thrilled about it either. Jackson smugly asks her that he was actually able to call him from the Quivering Hills old folk’s home to tell her that? No offense, but let him worry about grampa.
Just then, Fury enters the room. When he sees him, Jackson tells him that they were just talking about him and proceeds to stand up. Extending his hand, Jackson tells Fury no hard feelings on the whole “Wolverine” thing, right, as long as they got their man. Punching him out, Fury exclaims “how’s this for hard feelings punk!” With Jackson knocked out on her desk, Carter asks him if this would be a bad time to tell him she told him so.
Back at the Cage, Logan and Hank sit alone in the mess-hall. Observing his “meal,” Hank says that it’s not potatoes, he’s pretty sure of that. Although lumpy, he’d say it wasn’t rice so he has to ask Logan when their government’s prison system starts serving mucus. Logan tells Hank to shut up and eat it whatever the freak it is. They’ve gotta maintain their strength in there. Hank says point well taken, and then remarks that Logan must be weakened with all those shots they’ve been giving him to compensate for adamantium poisoning. Logan replies yeah, a little.
Just then, a small, bald creature with pointy ears walks up to them and asks if Peepers can sit down with them. Peepers is mutant like them. He is glad they are there, less beatings to take. As he sits down, Hank mentions that he remembers him; he was a member of Mutant Force, wasn’t he? He was a bit more articulate as he recalls. Peepers replies that he was electrocuted. Logan tells him to take a seat; damn sure nobody else in this hellhole wants to.
At that moment, one of the inmates drops a note off at Logan’s table. Reading it, Logan discovers that it’s from a friend, the mysterious caller who gave him some info when he was on the run. The note says “You are the connection.” Looking around, Logan wonders who dropped off the note and if “a friend” is somebody in there.
While he’s looking around, Logan looks in the direction of the Skulls table. Catching the glimpse, Aryan asks his crew if the genetic trash is eyeing him. Standing up, he exclaims that he’ll be damned if he lets some genetic abomination pansy stare him down. Walking over to the table, he asks Logan if he’s sweet on him. ‘Cause the way he’s looking at him, he’s thinking maybe he’d be more comfortable at the Cruiser’s table.
Standing up, Hank informs Aryan that he can assure him that they are not looking for any trouble. Logan tells Hank to speak fer himself and proceeds to stand up. Getting in Aryan’s face, Logan informs him that he wasn’t eyeyin’ him so why don’t he and his Nazi buddies goosestep their way back to their table before he gets angry. Aryan asks him what if they decide they like it better there, what is “she” going to do about it. One of Aryan’s buddies calls out that it looks like one of the other mutie freaks has a staring problem. Stammering, Peepers tells him that he wasn’t, no, no, no. The member of the Skulls tells him that he better keep his bug eyes on his food and proceeds to slam his face into a tray of food.
Grabbing a tray, Logan smacks Aryan in the face with it and tells them that he wishes they hadn’t done that fer their sakes. He then grabs Aryan in a reverse headlock and flings the tray into the neck of the Skull that slammed Peepers face into his food. Seeing another member of the Skulls come behind Logan with a chair, Hank tackles him. While he does so, he says that he may not be the blue and furry stud he used to be but he’d be the sorriest piece of filth since “Battlefield Earth” if he let him sneak attack with a chair.
At that moment, the guards move to intervene but Reb tells them to slow up a minute and see how this plays out. This may be their chance to red themselves of their little mutie problem. While Logan tangles it up with another member of the Skulls, Mo Money tells his bodyguard, Axe, that there’s no sense kickin’ in t’ that bounty if they collect it themselves. Axe replies that he knows what he’s saying and pulls out a shiv. As Axe runs up behind Logan with the shiv, Logan is able to turn his opponents back in the line of fire. Before Axe can stop his momentum, he drives his shiv into the back of the head of the Skull Logan was fighting.
When that occurs, the rest of the Skulls turns their attention towards Mo Money and his crew and a gigantic brawl breaks out. Seeing what has occurred, Reb tells the guards that, seein’ as how things ain’t goin’ like he figured, now is the time to break it up. Logan attempts to tell the guards that it wasn’t their fault and the Skulls started it. His pleas, however, fall on deaf ears as the guards tell him they don’t care and proceed to dog pile him and shock him with their staffs. Once he has been subdued, the decision is made to drag him to the Hole.
Elsewhere, a naked and bald Victor Creed begins to wake up. The figures in the shadows watching him notice this and determine the adamantium bonding process appears to be a success. They tell Creed to relax for he may feel a little disoriented. Creed angrily tells them not as disoriented as their gonna be after he rips their spleens out an’ shows it to them. The man in the shadows replies “tsk, tsk;” such ingratitude after returning his adamantium skeleton to him. He then tells Creed to be a bit more careful with it this time, they don’t exactly grow on trees.
Leaping towards them, Creed states that he’ll show they “careful” when he “carefully” cuts them into Alpo. Falling to the ground in a heap, Creed discovers that he can’t attack them. They inform him that he is mentally inhibited from harming them. So instead of wasting his efforts in trying to turn them into canine cuisine, why doesn’t he calm himself down and listen to what they have to offer him.
Inside Warden Montgomery Battle’s office, Battle proceeds to yell at Reb Tillis and his fellow guard. He tells them that what happened in the cafeteria was inexcusable. They lost control of his prison, and he holds Tillis responsible. Tillis replies that it’s them damn muties. Give it a little time and he’s sure they can set it up so one of the cons… Battle tells him no more favors from the prisoners. Hammerhead and Silvermane live better than he does. He better find a way to get things under control and he means a way that doesn’t involve the guards either. They’ve had enough inquiries these past few months. Battle then asks Tillis if he’s getting through to him and calls him trailer-park trash. He wants things back the way they were immediately!
As Tillis and his fellow guard leave Battle’s office, Tillis’ buddy mentions to him that he thinks the old man’s gone la-la. How are they supposed to get rid of those muties now? One accident’s tough enough to stage, but two? Tillis informs him that it ain’t gonna come to that; he’s got somethin’ better planned. Using his keys on a restricted set of doors, Tillis leads his buddy through a corridor. As they do, his buddy asks him where he’s taking him; he’s never been back there before. Tillis says few people have and that he doubts even the warden himself knows about what he’s gonna show him. Pulling away a piece of metal, Tillis reveals a crack in the wall. When his friend takes a look inside he utters sweet lord o’ mercy… Tillis states that he seriously doubts the Lord has anything to do with this.
In another section of the prison, a couple of guards drag a naked Logan down the hallway. One of them asks the other if he can believe the maggot’s still struggling. They shocked him enough times to kill a whole herd of elephants. The other replies that he can struggle all he wants, won’t do him much good where he’s going. With that, they toss Logan into a deep hole. As they put the wire grate cover over it, the guards tell him to get used to his new home, he’s gonna be there for a mighty long time. Lying in a heap on the floor of the Hole, Logan weakly says not to leave him there. Without him, Hank’s a dead man.
While Logan rots in the Hole, Hank McCoy walks with Peepers. As they do, Peepers mentions to Hank that he is happy Hank is there; Hank is Peepers friend, yes, yes, yes? Hank tells him yes although he does believe now is probably not the best time to have yours truly as a chum. Just then, the duo is surrounded by a three other inmates. One of them is holding a shiv and asks Hank if he’s going somewhere. Hank tells them that perhaps they can be of service; could they direct them to the Monet exhibit? He and Peepers were informed it was somewhere near death row.
Hank then whispers to Peepers to get behind him. The inmate tells Hank that was funny but funny ain’t gonna help without that sawed-off runt to protect him. It just makes collectin’ that chunk on his head all the easier. Before he can stab Hank, the Kangaroo arrives and proceeds to take out the three inmates with relative ease. When he has finished, Hank thanks him though he must admit surprise at anyone actually helping them in this place. The Kangaroo tells him no problem. He wasn’t ‘bout to let these goons cash in on that price on his head, not when he can collect it himself. With that, the Kangaroo pulls a knife out of his suit and jams it into Hank’s gut. Kneeling over a severely injured Hank, Peepers begs him to wake up and to please not be dead. No, no, no…