From the Hall of Dreams: My Name is Wolverine

This was a dream I had

Blood, Metal & Betrayal

            My name is Wolverine, and I’m the best at what I do.  And what I do right now involves disemboweling several nasty cyborgs. 

            Now these ain’t your run of the mill “look like normal human but really have wires on the inside” type of cyborg.  No these suckers are fugly.  None of them are particularly similar in appearance, but just imagine a human and a robot were fused together by way of molten lava and you’ll get the picture…oh yeah, and throw on some miscellaneous weaponry in there as well. 

            Now to answer the important questions, what do they do?  Kill mutants.  Damned good at it too. 

            Next question, who made them?  Does it really even matter at this point?  Mutantkind has so many enemies you can just take your pick. 

            Now where and how are they made?  Shut up and stop asking questions. 

            The cyborgs seemed to be just as interested in collecting mutants as they were in killing them.  It took me awhile to sniff around for information, but I finally found the facility the borgs were dragging the mutants off to.  Staking the place out, I came to a haunting realization.  Mutants went in, and cyborgs came out. 

            It was time to rally the troops and level the freaking place.  The most powerful mutants, Professor X, Magneto, and such, were assassinated early on.  So when mutantkind looked for someone to lead them into a war, my name was on the top of the list. 

            That brings us to the present, with me and a whole bunch of pissed off mutants charging the facility that sought the eradication of mutankind.  Of course there were a whole lot of cybitches between us and the facility. 

            Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Cyclops finally cut loose.  Screaming, he removed his shades and vaporized about a dozen cyborgs.  Didn’t think the guy had the spine.  Well, he did, but then a cyborg ripped it out.  I have to stay focused. 

            I carved my way to the facility.  None of the other mutants were even close, but hey, I am the best at what I do.  A heavy metal door stood between me and the captive mutants inside.  Using a claw, I popped the door open like a tin can lid and stepped into a chaotic labyrinth. 

            Apparently, the captive mutants weren’t so captive any more.  Mutants were running loose inside the facility with packs of cyborgs in pursuit.  In the first couple of minutes I was on the inside, most of the mutants I caught a glimpse of were quickly buried beneath a pile of flesh and metal.  But some of the mutants were putting up a good fight.  I began gathering up the feisty mutants and started searching for my main target.  There was a mutant girl inside the facility that had the ability to locate nearby mutants.  She was vital to my plan. 

            I found the girl barricaded in a room with a few other mutants trying to hold off a large group of ‘borgs.  Howling, I launched myself into the fray slicing tendons and wires.  The other mutants were right behind me…damn fools. 

            Not exactly sure how everything went down, but when everything stopped twitching, the only people left standing were me and the girl.  The girl was cowering in against the far wall of the room.  “You’re coming with me,” I growled.  I didn’t wait for her to answer.  I grabbed her by the arm and propelled her out of the room.  “Lead me to the rest of the mutants.”

            We wandered through the endless metal maze tracking mutants.  Finding mutants wasn’t as difficult as was keeping them alive.  The girl became more and more erratic.  She reeked of fear.  She finally collapsed in the middle of a small lab. 

            “Get up.  We have to keep looking.”

            The girl was shaking, “There are no more.  They’re all gone.”

            I looked around the lab and spotted what I wanted.  There were several tall, sturdy shelves lining the lab walls.  Above one set of the shelves was a recess in the wall.  Grabbing the girl, I dragged her over to that set of shelves.  “Start climbing,” I ordered. 

            The girl half-heartedly began climbing the shelves.  I had to poke and prod her up the shelves.  A figure moved among the shelves.  The girl screamed almost falling off.  I reached out to keep her up.  “It’s ok.  He’s with me,” I said as I prodded her up the shelves and into the recess above them. 

            “Just stay up here.  It’ll be ok,” I started to lower myself down off the shelves. 

            “Wait,” the girl sputtered.  “What happened to your friend?”

            “Oh yeah, him,” I continued to lower myself down from the shelves as a nasty looking cyborg pulled himself up into the recess with the girl. 

            By the time my feet hit the floor, the girl’s screams had stopped.  I walked out of the lab.  The hall was crawling with cyborgs.  As they turned toward me, I pulled out a small clicker from my pocket and clicked the button on it.  The surrounding cyborgs slumped over.  I pushed my way through the unmoving mass.  My job was done.  Doc' would be pleased.

***

Several months previous

            I walked through the mutant camp.  Fear had spread through the mutant communities ever since the Professor was whacked.  So now most mutants rallied under Magneto’s Brotherhood.  There were only a few mutants that could potentially be a problem to the Doctor’s plan.  Magneto was the first on that list.  And that’s why I was here. 

            I located Magneto’s tent.  He was out.  I had to hurry.  He would be drawn to me soon.  Stalking into the tent, I planted the plastique explosive in the center of the tent.  I straightened as Magneto strode into the tent. 

            “Ah, Wolverine, what brings you here?”

            Time to make this look convincing. I pressed a small button in my pocket. 

            I crashed into the ground on the outskirts of the camp.  Crawling out of the small crater I had made on my landing, I could see the black billowing smoke coming from Magneto’s tent.  One down, two more to go. 

            “Hey, Logan, I saw what you did back there, and I gotta tell yah, it wasn’t very nice.”

            Deadpool was crouched by the side of the crater.  “Wade, you just made my day a lot simpler.  Won’t have to waste much time tracking you down.” 

            Deadpool cocked his head to the side in confusion, and then swore. 

            My blades weren’t as quick as his guns, but I have the adamantium skeleton.  You can’t dice me up into little pieces.  Wade Wilson on the other hand…it’ll be interesting to see if he can put himself back together with his body scattered over a couple miles of forest. 

***

            I felt a sense of satisfaction as I tossed the last piece of bone and flesh into the surrounding underbrush of the forest. 

            “Wolverine!  I’m going to kill you for this!” Sabertooth burst out of the woods.  Anger burned in his eyes. 

            This was the last obstacle, and then I can lead the rest of the mutants to extinction.  Eyeing a river close by, I faced Sabertooth  “I’m curious, how well can you swim?”