Alkali Lake's Facility, 1993.
Logan and Rogue's peaceful life in rural Canada was shattered when they found out that their son, Wade, was abducted by Victor Creed and John Wraith. The brutal kidnapping left them reeling, but their determination to save their child drove them to confront Stryker and strike a deal. However, what they did not anticipate was the elaborate trap that awaited them. Stryker had betrayed them.
In a remote, high-security lab, they were captured and subjected to relentless experiments by Stryker. The lab was cold and sterile, a stark contrast to the warmth of their cabin. The scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the metallic tang of fear. Stryker's cold gaze and clinical efficiency were relentless as he employed advanced technology to erase their memories.
The cold, sterile environment of Stryker's lab contrasted sharply with the warmth and freedom Logan and Rogue had once known. They were shackled in a joined holding cell, their minds clouded by the fog of the memory-erasing procedure Stryker had subjected them to. The hum of machinery and the flickering fluorescent lights were the only sounds in the dimly lit facility.
Logan's mind was a blur, the quiet cabin, and their life together reduced to a haze. His body had been altered, his skeleton now encased in adamantium—a process that left him both invulnerable and trapped in a constant state of rage. The emotional and psychological pain of the transformation was exacerbated by the lobotomization that Stryker had imposed on him.
Rogue's once-sweet face was now a mask of confusion and distress. Her powers, now amplified by absorbing Logan's abilities, had been turned against her. The repeated pregnancies and subsequent separations from her children had left her emotionally scarred. Her ability to absorb others' powers had rendered her a powerful yet tormented figure, trapped in a cycle of exploitation.
Stryker's lab was a place of nightmares. The walls were adorned with charts and diagrams of genetic manipulation. Scientists bustled around, working on the next stage of Stryker's breeding program. The focus was on creating powerful mutants, but the reality of their suffering was lost amidst the sterile environment and clinical precision.
For years, Logan and Rogue were subjected to intense training and conditioning. They were transformed into feral super soldiers, their memories of their past lives erased. Logan's missions were brutal and relentless, carrying out assassinations and covert operations with a ruthless efficiency that belied his former self. Rogue, forced into a cycle of forced pregnancies, was used as a breeding vessel for Stryker's agenda, enduring both physical and emotional trauma.
-
Somewhere in Alberta, 1996.
It had been two and a half years since Logan and Marie escaped from the nightmare of Stryker's lab. The escape was a violent blur, but the aftermath was marked by a haunting emptiness. Even now, it still hurt to think about their past, the memory of their lost lives a persistent ache.
At first, they only knew each other's names. Logan and Marie—names they learned from the dog tags they found on their necks. The tags labeled them "Wolverine" and "Rogue," codenames from their time in the shadows. "Logan" felt more real, more tangible, while "Marie" was a faint echo. They were sure these weren't their true names, but they had no others to use.
The first month was a struggle. They took refuge in a cold, damp cave. The isolation was both a sanctuary and a prison. Marie shivered in the dark, trying to recall any memory that might help them survive.
"We've got to find a way out of here, Darlin'," Logan said one night, his voice gruff but filled with determination. "I know it's rough now, but we'll figure it out."
Marie nodded, her face illuminated by the faint glow of their makeshift fire. "I feel like there's something missing... like there's a part of me that I can't quite reach."
Logan looked at her, his gaze softening despite his usual stoic demeanor. "I feel it too. Something we lost... something, someone important."
As winter approached, their survival skills became crucial. They didn't know how they had such abilities, but they used every scrap of knowledge they could remember. The cave was too cold and exposed, so they moved into an abandoned cabin as the snow began to fall. The cabin was drafty and worn, but it offered them some comfort and protection.
"Guess we're not so bad at this, Darlin'," Logan said with a hint of a smile as he repaired a broken window.
Marie managed a weak smile in return. "We're learning. I just wish we knew more about who we were before and how we got this skill, Sugar!"
The winter months were harsh, but their skills—skills they had no memory of acquiring—kept them alive. By the time spring arrived, they had adapted to their new lives and were ready for a change of scenery. Logan found a new outlet in cage fighting at a local bar, drawn to the primal thrill of the sport.
One evening, after a particularly brutal match, Marie joined Logan at the bar. "You were amazing out there, Sugar!" she said, sliding onto the stool next to him.
Logan grinned, still catching his breath. "Thanks Darlin'. It's strange... I never thought I'd enjoy this, but it feels like it's part of who I am."
They used the money Logan earned from fighting to buy a secondhand camper and a truck. Their lives became a series of moves from town to town, setting up camp and fighting in local rings. It was a nomadic existence, driven by the need to stay ahead of prying eyes and the persistent feeling that something essential was missing.
As they traveled, their bond deepened. They shared small victories and defeats, and their closeness grew stronger. Despite the chaos of their new lives, they found comfort in each other's presence. Every night, as they lay side by side in the camper, Logan would whisper, "We'll find out what's missing, Marie. I promise."
Marie would reach out to him, her hand resting on his. "I hope so, Sugar. I really do."
They strolled back to where they parked, their steps light after a successful evening of fighting. The crisp night air was a welcome change from the stifling heat of the bar. But as they rounded the corner where they had parked their camper, they stopped dead in their tracks.
The camper was gone.
Logan frowned, a growl of frustration rumbling in his chest. "Damn it. The trailer's stolen."
Marie's brow furrowed as she scanned the empty space. "You think it's just some random thief, Sugar?"
"Could be," Logan replied, though his voice held a note of uncertainty. He took a deep breath, focusing on the scents lingering in the area. A familiar, unsettling aroma tickled his nostrils—one that reminded him of something he couldn't quite place.
"What is it Sugar?" Marie asked, sensing his distraction. Her nose also detected something familiar.
"Hang on," Logan said, his senses honing in. "There's something... familiar about this scent. It's like... a child, someone we know, he's got both of our scents, Marie."
Marie looked at him in confusion. "A child? Our child? But we've never—" Her nose betrayed her because she clearly sensed her own child, it was a mixture of both her and Logan scents.
"I know Darlin'," Logan interrupted, still sniffing the air. "It's impossible. But it's there. Feels like... somethi—someone from our past."
Marie shook her head, struggling to make sense of it. "That can't be right, Sugar! I can't even get pregnant anymore, and my control over my powers is still... unpredictable. I couldn't have—"
Logan placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "And I've never complained about your powers slipping. Actually, I kind of like that tingly zap I get when you touch me Darlin'. It's... unique."
Marie managed a small smile. "Yeah, it's not exactly what I'd call 'normal,' but I appreciate that you're not bothered by it, Sugar!"
They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of their predicament pressing down on them. Logan rubbed his temples, trying to clear his thoughts. "We need to find out who took the camper. And why he's leaving these traces."
Marie nodded, her resolve firm. "Let's do it. If there's any chance—any chance at all—that there's something we're missing, we need to find out."
Logan squeezed her shoulder gently and kissed the top of her hairs. "We will. We always figure things out together."
"Together."
-
Logan and Marie had been on the road for weeks, tirelessly searching for their stolen camper. Each lead drew them further into the unknown, but the threads of their past and the enigmatic scent they'd encountered drove them forward. As they approached a long empty road on the outskirts of a small town, an unsettling familiarity prickled at the edges of Logan's senses.
""Something's off," he growled, eyes narrowing." Logan growled, his eyes scanning the darkened surroundings.
Marie nodded, her instincts alerting her to an impending threat. "It feels like we're being watched."
From the shadows, a menacing figure emerged—Sabertooth, standing in the height of 6'6 towering over them, his eyes gleaming with a sinister recognition.
"Well, well," Sabertooth sneered, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Look who I found. My little brother and his little pretty bride. Where's your little runts? Hiding somewhere here?"
Logan's brow furrowed, claws extending instinctively with a sharp snikt. "I don't know who the hell you are bub, but you're about to regret messing with us."
Sabertooth chuckled, his voice a low, mocking rumble. "Oh, you'll remember soon enough. The name's Victor, You and I go way back, Jimmy."
Marie stood beside Logan, her expression resolute as she absorbed the revelation. "Sugar, we need to be careful. He seems to know us from the past."
Sabertooth lunged forward, his massive form barreling toward them with ferocious speed. Logan met him head-on, their claws clashing in a symphony of violence and fury. The two mutants fought like wild animals, their movements a blur of brutal power and raw instinct, each strike landing with bone-crushing force.
Marie kept her distance, circling the combatants and waiting for an opening. Her chance came when Sabertooth's attention briefly flickered away from her, but just as she moved to touch him, Sabertooth twisted and lashed out with a powerful backhand. The force of the blow sent her crashing into a nearby wall.
"You think you can take me down, little girl?" Sabertooth snarled, his voice dripping with malice as he turned back to Logan.
Logan roared and slashed at Sabertooth's exposed side, the impact sending his opponent sprawling across the pavement. But Sabertooth was relentless, recovering with terrifying speed. He launched himself back at Logan with a savage growl, claws extended and teeth bared.
Marie, shaken but determined, maneuvered around the battle, trying to find another opening. She attempted another approach, but Sabertooth was a relentless force. As the fight raged on, Sabertooth's taunts grew more vicious.
"Is this all you've got?" Sabertooth roared between clashes. "You've become weaker, Jimmy! When I took your son and handed him over to Stryker, you actually gave me one hell of a fight!"
Logan's face twisted with shock and rage. "The fuck? You took our son? Where is he? What the fuck did you do with him?"
Sabertooth's cruel laughter filled the quiet side of that roads. "Oh, I don't know. All I know is that I delivered him to Stryker's clutches. What happened after that is out of my hands. You won't be able to save him now. It's been seven years, after all!"
Marie's face was a mix of fury and desperation. "You're going to pay for this, YOU FUCKERS!!!"
Driven by a mix of rage and determination, Logan and Marie redoubled their efforts. Logan's claws flashed with deadly precision, while Marie, using her flight, maneuvered around Sabretooth to make contact again. But Sabertooth, still resilient, dodged all of their attacks.
The situation grew increasingly dire. Despite Logan and Marie's relentless attacks, Sabretooth seemed to gain the upper hand with every passing moment. With a savage swipe of his claws, he struck Logan, sending him crashing into a stack of crates. Marie, trying to defend him, was caught off guard and slammed into the concrete floor by a powerful blow from Sabertooth.
Just then, the roar of jet engines filled the air. A sleek aircraft descended and hovered above the battlefield. Three figures emerged from the aircraft, Cyclops, Storm, and Jean Grey, their imposing presence quickly assessing the situation. They landed near Logan and Marie, who were still unconscious on the ground.
"Stand back!" Cyclops ordered, his voice authoritative as he raised a hand to his visor.
A bright red beam erupted from Cyclops' visor, striking Sabretooth square in the chest and staggering him few feet away from them. Before Sabretooth could recover, Storm raised her arms, and the air around her crackled with electricity. A fierce gust of wind materialized, lifting Sabretooth off his feet and slamming him into the side of the road with a resounding crash. His body fell lifelessly.
Cyclops knelt beside them, checking for signs of life. "They're alive but in bad shape. We need to get them to safety."
Storm nodded, her gaze scanning the area. "We'll take them to the school. Professor Xavier should be able to help them recover and assess the situation."
Jean Grey's telepathic abilities reached out to assess their condition, confirming their critical state. "We'll need to act fast. They've been through a lot."
With careful holds, the X-Men lifted Logan and Marie, transporting them back to the aircraft. As the Blackbird took off, a small figure seemed running after them but the jet already lost in the horizon. The figure, who looked like a child who wear a red mask and hoodie with two katana strapped in his back kneeled on the ground. His body language looks hopeless as he looks at the sky. His eyes looked full of hatred.
"OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!! NOOOOO!!!! FOR FUCK SAKES WHY THERE ISN'T ANYTHING GOOD HAPPENED ON MY LIFE LATELY!!! FUCK YOU AUTHOOOOORR!!! MAY YOUR PILLOW NEVER HAVE ANY COLD SIDE!!!" The child roared at the sky, cursing his own creator because of his now fucked up current predicament.