The Man With No Past, Searching For A Future

Looking like there might be snow coming at us. I can practically smell it on the air. Reminds me of the deep woods when the weather gets like this.

All this stuff about visible mutants and not allowing them to do things is going to end badly. Just giving fodder to all the wrong sides.

Talk is cheap but it’s a start.

Think I'm still a Canadian citizen. Might need to start looking into that. Along with acquiring some property and land.

Old news at this point, but all the TSA stuff makes me glad I don't travel often.

Alright, so which one of you has been tromping in the woods and making a big mess? Not to mention stinking up the place too.

Getting real tired of my pitchers losing it for me. That's on top of forgetting to change lineups on Mondays not that it matters. My whole bench is injured.

Hey Gibney, seems like my team's beating yours right now.

I would think the guy who's been in the States for the past couple years would've had more of an advantage than the one hiding out in Europe and Asia.

So I seem to be back for the next little while.

Ya got anything to say to me, let's get all the yellin' and shoutin' out of the way first, huh?

Ya know where to find me.

Been meaning to do this for a long time now. Everybody knows I got my skull fucked with by the fine folks in Weapon X. Don't remember much at all about the man that I was.

So in case that ever happens again - or if I lose what I've got now - figure it'd be a good idea to get some shit down in a permanent form so I can get back up to speed if I have to.

I'm Logan.

That's not my real name. Heather Hudson and her husband Mac found me near Mount Logan. Naked in the show, livin' like a beast. They brought me back, showed me what it meant to be human. Not just an animal. North tells me he knew me as Jim Logan back in the day, but that doesn't feel right to me either. But I don't know Maverick, don't know him. Maybe he's bein' straight, maybe it's just another lie. More on that later.

Oh yeah. I do a lot on instinct. They don't usually fail me.

So. All I had was a pair of dog-tags that labelled me as "Wolverine". If I've got to have a stupid name, that'll do as well as any. Left a tag behind at Alkali Lake, but took it back the next time I was up there. Still wear 'em to this day. Not because I think Weapon-X has got a hold on me or that I'm gonna go crawlin' back to them.

I earned them. Blood and fire, pain and loss, they're mine.

There's some stuff I remember. Mostly about a cabin up in the mountains, by the treeline. Gorgeous place. Built it myself, by hand. I lived there with a girl. Native, I know that. Called herself Silver Fox.

Second-most beautiful woman I can remember. I know I loved her. Pretty sure she loved me. We wer e happy there, just the two of us.

Until somebody came by on my birthday. I was out hunting, I think it was for deer. Came back and the cabin'd be torn to shreds. Fox had put on her pretty dress and was going to surprise me with a birthday cake. Only she was layin' on the floor in a pool of her own blood. Dress'd been torn to shreds. However she went down, she didn't go soft or easy.

She was a fighter, Fox was.

I don't remember anything after that.

One other thing I gotta know about me.

I'm a killer. Got plenty of blood on my hands. Not proud of it, not ashamed of it. It's just how it's been. Stryker once told me that I'd always been an animal. All he did was give me claws.

It keeps me up some nights thinking that old Bill there wasn't lying to me.

More later. I ain't too good at all this introspection.

Who's been using my bike while I was away? You put gas in it, which is good, but it's way low on oil.