Twenty-two years ago, I woke up on a dark, moonless night in the middle of a snowy forest. I was naked and fuckin' cold from the winter weather of what I would later find out was Canada. Since then, I've had flashes pop into my head about running out of some sort of lab and getting the hell away from a bunch of soldier type bastards that were shooting at me.
After I got away from them and found someone who helped me, I started to have dreams about these shithead doctors who fucked with my body and head. I realized that I couldn't remember anything about my past, who I was, how long I had been at that fuckin' lab, or even what my name was. I had been found in British Colombia, so I figure that's where I was born. For all I know, the name I remember could have come from memories of that mountain there.
Then, since I had no where to go and couldn't remember if I had a family, I started to wander. When I woke up I had this chain around my neck with a dog tag. Imprinted on it was the name Wolverine, something I don't remember calling myself, but I don't remember a whole lot, so it must have been a code name they gave me. I decided to find the bastards that took so much away from me and gut them with these metal claws they put in my arm.
I hated those at first. They proved that I was a freak. It wasn't until later that I found out just how much of a freak I was. The people who found me gave me some clothes, a motorcycle, and two thousand dollars. That lasted a while, cause I didn't want very many things and I survived with the basic of needs. Eventually, though, that money ran out. Having to support myself some way, I entered a cage fight in a bar I had stopped at. Finding out that it didn't hurt that much when someone hit me and that I could beat the shit out of anyone who went up against me, I discovered the perfect way to make money. So I started to follow the circuit and continue my search.
That only lasted for two years and I found nothing more than a picture of this beautiful woman and I. So I gave up my search for the lab and started my search for the woman. She had red hair, and I didn't remember much of why I liked that, but I knew I did. After two more years of looking and finding nothing, I decided I wanted to kill myself.
Somehow I knew, deep down, that I wouldn't ever find either, so I went into the bathroom of the motel I was staying at and started to slash my wrists from hand to elbow. The blood flowed out pretty quick, but I felt no pain. Then, right before my eyes, the bleeding stopped and the gash started to heal itself. That's when I knew I was a mutant. Something everyone hated and feared. Knowing I had to keep it a secret, I got out of that town that night and drove to the east coast of Canada. Starting the fighting circuit there, I worked my way back to the west, trying to kill myself everyday as I went.
That kept up for another ten or so years. I really stopped caring about what happened to me, since nothing seemed to be able to hurt me, and stopped actively looking for who did this mutant experimentation shit on me. I made it back and forth across Canada several times and even ventured down into the states when I got bored. Eventually, I would end up in Canada again. The solitude of some of the places and the cold weather had me sticking pretty close to it.
I liked to ride alone. Didn't want anybody getting close to me because they might be taken away from me, too, just like the woman in the picture. I did manage to have a woman every night I fought though. I fucked them as a release, never wanting more than my desire to be filled. I drank, too, but never got drunk. This super healing factor I found out I had kept the alcohol from doing any damage to my system, so I started smoking these cuban cigars I could get real cheap.
Deciding to do a little more with my life than fucking, drinking, smoking, and fighting, I started to draw one day. Found out I was pretty good at it. I mainly drew my red haired beauty, but other things, like mountain scenes started to get me inspired. That, along with selling fire wood, got me some extra cash and I bought this cabin up on the British Colombia border. It was nothing fancy, no telephone or electricity, but it had indoor plumbing, insulation from the cold, and a generator for lights. When I got tired of the road, I'd head back up there for a couple of months before my searches would start to feed my desire for revenge again.
On one of those cross country rides, I stopped off in Lauglin City for a fight and a good night's rest in a motel bed. The fights started early, and I managed to get a good couple of rounds before the drunks stopped challenging me. In one of my last fights, I smelled this unique fragrance. That was another curse of my mutation. I could hear, see, and smell things that normal people couldn't. Anyway, this smell was like innocence and sin mixed together and damn, was it intoxicating. Made me harder than a rock when I stated to imagine what she looked like and what she could do to me. I tried to look around for the woman, yeah, I could smell that, too, but I didn't have any luck.
So after my fights, I went in the back and took a shower while the bartender counted my money. When I came out, the smell was stronger than ever and I had to control myself. I sat down and ordered a beer, glancing over at the other figure at the bar. Her face was hidden by this hooded cloak she wore and she was covered from head to toe in dark clothing. I couldn't figure out why she wanted to hide herself until I noticed her head jerk up at the television. It was playing some thing about the mutant situation and that's when it hit me. She was a mutant.
I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye and notice that she's watching me real intently. Her hood had fallen away and I could see that she was just a kid, maybe sixteen at the most. She had dark brown eyes and hair to match. That had never turned me on before, I was a red head kind of guy, but now I found it irresistible. She kept glancing over at me, so I tried to ignore her now. I wouldn't be fucking her, so I had no interest. I may have been a bastard then, but I wasn't a rapist or child molestor. She was still watching me and I realized I had fucked up by paying so much attention to the television. Now she knew that I was a mutant, too.
Probably thought I would be sympathetic and help her or something. I didn't do that kind of thing, though. Never got involved in other people's business, so I tried to ignore her again. My body wasn't letting me, though, and before I knew it, I had lost myself to physical urges. I almost missed the asshole who tried to get some of my money. She saved me some pain by warning me about the knife he tried to pull on me.
So I get into this barfight and get kicked out because the barkeep figured out I was a mutant when I let the claws out. I get this nasty beserker rage and let the claws out before I think. The next thing I know, I find the girl in my trailer and try to kick her out. I manage to do so, but I happened to look back at her in my side mirror and realize that I don't want to let her go. So I stop.
In the car, I tried to remain uninterested, but the more she talked, the more I wanted to listen and talk back to her. Her mutation was she couldn't touch anyone without hurting them. I told her my real name, something I had never done before, and she told me hers, something I figure that she hadn't told anyone before, either. It was Marie, and it was the first name and person I didn't want to forget.
As we're driving along we get attacked by this ugly fucker. He and I get into it and I'm knocked out. Then Marie and I end up with the X-Men, I stab her in the chest and save her, she gets kidnapped by ugly and his boss, and I save her life. It was the quickest three days of my life. It was also the shortest amount of time it's taken for me to develop a really strong bond with a person. I found myself attached to Marie like I hadn't been to another soul in my remembered years. She had given me the will to live again, but that last night, I almost died trying to save her life. When I woke up, the resident doctor, a really hot red head I wanted to fuck, told me Marie had feelings for me. I had to fuck up and tell her that I loved her instead. Jean, that was her name, told me that it couldn't happen cause she loved this pussy whipped Scooter, field leader of the X-Men.
The head of the X-Men, this Professor Charles Xavier, gave me a new lead on finding the bastards who experimented on me, so I decided to leave. As I'm going out the front door, Marie catches up to me. I can smell the fear and sadness coming off her and I know she's going to miss me. I made this promise to her, something I had never done for anyone else before, that I would protect her. Now, I'm going to miss her, too. For the first time since I woke up fifteen years ago, I take off the tag and give it to her. Then I leave.
I'm gone for two and a half years, again finding nothing, when I decide I want to go home to Marie. I don't know when I started to think of her as home, but I knew it was true. When I get back, she's so excited to see me, and I am, too, especially when I see my tag around her neck and notice that it's nestled tightly between her breasts. Grabbing her in my arms so she can feel how hard I am for her, I pull her scarf up to kiss her. It's real deep and passionate. I dip my tongue out to lick her lips open and then plunge it down into her mouth. She tasted just like I had always dreamed, sweet and innocent.
All of a sudden, she broke away and told me that she's engaged to the Ice Prick that was hanging around her when I left. They were getting married in six weeks and she wanted me there at the wedding. I felt like a brick wall had landed on top of me, and, unable to deny her anything, I agreed to stay through my gritted teeth and pain filled heart.
She never married the Ice Cube, though. That night, she asked me to take a walk with her in the gardens outside. Marie told me about how she had me and Magneto and David, the first boy she ever kissed, in her head. Then she dropped the bombshell on me when she told me of all the other people she had absorbed and how she had super strength and could fly now. She had also gained control of her mutation. Overtaken with her beauty, she was twenty by then, and this ache I had, I grabbed her again and didn't let go. We made love, the first time I didn't fuck someone, in the garden under the stars.
When we were done, she told me she loved me and I panicked. I realized that I loved her, too, and it was too much to absorb all at once. After I carried her up to my old room and made sure that she was asleep, I left. Jean caught me on the stairs on my way out. She told me I shouldn't string Marie along when I had all intentions of sleeping with her. Apparently One-Eye met another woman and was now married to her, leaving Jean all alone. I found out that she had been waiting for me to come back so she could jump me. Too bad she hadn't wanted to do that a few years ago, cause I would have taken her up on the offer.
Ignoring her, I jumped on the motorcycle and rode away, leaving Marie behind. Three weeks later, she found me in this bar where I had been cage fighting. Told me that she still would love me, but after our garden incident, had to know why I left. I tried to tell her to go away and forget about me. Used the excuse that I was too fucked up for her. She told me that she didn't care about that. So then I said that I was too old and she was too young, that she needed to sow some oats or shit. She shot that one down, too. Finally, I told her that she deserved someone better and she told me the best thing I had ever heard. She didn't want anyone better, she wanted me. So I finally realized that no matter what thing I threw at her, she would have a response and I would have to admit to myself that I wanted her and loved her.
It was the best damn thing I ever did, too. We went back to Westchester, and I joined the X-Men. She had been part of the team since she turned eighteen, which happened to be two weeks after I left the first time. After we got back, she had to tell that Bobby kid she was engaged to that it was off. Marie moved into my room that night and we weren't apart again for six months, when I had to spend my first night away from her. It was hell, too.
We both decided that we didn't want some fancy affair, so we drove off on the motorcycle and headed west. The night we arrived in our destination, she told me that I couldn't sleep with her, that it would be bad luck or something. So we had two hotel rooms that night and all I could think about was holding her in my arms and making love to her. The next day, we went to this little mountain chapel in this little city called Gatlinburg and got married. She picked Gatlinburg because next to Vegas, it was the top place to go to elope. It was quiet and isolated in the mountains, something I liked, and didn't have all the noise of Vegas. Plus, her family used to take vacations to this amusement park there.
I had always sworn that I would never get married, but this beautiful angel had managed to convince me otherwise. And that's what she was, my angel. We stayed in this chalet for a week and then left to go down south. She had made it to Alaska while I was gone, so now she wanted to go south. Marie managed to convince me to take her down to Alcapulco after I told her about remember diving there. Don't know if it was true or not, I have these false memories they implanted in me.
Anyway, it didn't take very long for us to get down there and we spent a couple months there. It was the first time I had ever seen her in the water and damn, was she hot. Hotter than she normally is anyway, cause she's always hot. She was also very comfortable in this skimpy little stringy bikini, which didn't help matters any. I got to see her swim and dive. She was a natural in the water and I even got her to make love in the water.
So she got me in the water a couple of times and had me snorkeling with her one day. You'd think with this metal they put on my skeleton I'd sink, but I guess I just built up enough muscles to handle swimming and stuff again. Since that worked so well, she also convinced me to start cliff diving again and for the rest of the trip, I went out to dive everyday.
After a couple months roaming around on the bike, we decided to go back to the mansion. When we got back a bunch of people were pissed at us for leaving and even more so when they found out we eloped. They all got over it after they managed to throw this big after the wedding reception party, which made both Marie and I uncomfortable.
A few days after we got back, she found out that she was pregnant and that we would have our first child. It scared the shit out of me and made me proud all at the same time. I stuck by her side though and did all the parenting things she wanted me to do and at nine months I had the biggest scare of my life.
She started into labor, but there were some complications and Jean came out to tell me that things were going bad. We had this new doctor, Hank McCoy, come in a couple months before, and he was in there with her. After seventeen hours of labor, they finally came out and told me that I could see her, but that she was very weak. I almost lost both her and the baby. Later, I would find out that she couldn't have anymore kids.
I went in and saw my son, Jack. We picked that name since it was nothing really fancy and it was a manly name for my boy. He stayed in an incubator for three weeks before he could move upstairs into our room.
So that's where we are right now, in our room. It's past midnight and Jack's asleep in the room next to us. Marie's sound asleep next to me. I guess her not having a healing factor makes her really tired after sex. Me, I could go forever, but I let her sleep. Her beautiful naked body is cradled in my arms and I'm just grateful to have everything I do right now.
Marie brings out the man in me. She's tamed me a lot, but the animal comes out every once in a while. She satisfies him though. Jack's three and a half right now and I don't know what the future has in store for all three of us, but I guess we'll just have to take it as it comes.
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Story Notes:
I took a couple liberties here. Timeline is adapted from several different sources and info about his life follows mainly the same adaptation.