Thread: The Beast and the Southern Belle

Closed. His name was James. Some people knew him as Logan. Others as Wolverine. During his years of travelling, Logan had developed a number of nicknames in a multitude of different languages. Having witnessed the horrifying brutality of World War 1, he had spent a few years in Russia during the 1930s, before enlisting in the Canadian Army for the Second World War. The OSS then came calling, and using his unique 'abilities', took on a pivotal role in the victory of the war. Without soldiers like him, it could have dragged on for many years longer than it really did. But Logan hated the OSS, and vowed to himself that he would never work for an organisation like that ever again. By the end of 1946, Logan vanished in to the Scottish wilderness. During this rather uneventful period, he was once shot in the head by a Scotsman that believed he had found a wolf-man stalking the Highlands, only to be confused as the mutant rose back to his feet and scared the man off with his claws. In the 1970s, during the quiet years of the Cold War, Wolverine re-appeared thanks to the efforts of Department H, a secretive branch of the Canadian Government specialising in mutant operations. Somehow, Logan went back on his word and ran a bunch of errands for the men-in-suits, usually involving violence and destruction. His methods became notorious, and his success rate was second-to-none. In 1979, he caught the attention of the Weapon X program, who saw him as the ideal candidate for their super-soldier program. During a painful process, the artificially created adamantium alloy was fused to his bones, creating a near-indestructible skeleton. He escaped the facility, and was responsible for a mass-murdering rampage that dragged on for three months in Canada, before the efforts of the French-Canadian Royal 22e Regiment believed they had burned him in a mass-scale forest fire in Quebec. They were wrong, and Wolverine survived to once more go on living away from society. For many years, he drifted from town-to-town, taking part in bare-knuckle boxing matches for some loose change to keep himself going. The vast majority of the money was thrown back in to the bars, where he spent hours drinking by himself, never talking to anyone else, never making himself known. Tonight was no different. He sat with sixteen bottles of beer in front of him, the only time he would budge would be to jump to the toilet or motion for another to come his way. The alcohol didn't effect him the way it did with most men his quick healing ability made sure to remove the effects of drunkenness to nothing but a small tickle in his head. Most of the time, anyway. There had been a few occasions where he had overestimated his body, and had fell in to a severe alcohol-induced state. That hadn't happened in a while, and he hoped it didn't happen tonight. Tonight. Yeah. Tonight was when everything changed. The moment he met her. Tonight he had an extra passenger in his beaten-down truck. One that he didn't know about. The truck skidded through the snow-covered track roads of Alberta when suddenly a tree fell from it's roots at the side of the track. The Canadian mutant kicked his boot against the brake pedal... unaware that his secret passenger wasn't wearing a seatbelt.