Post by aklo on Mar 1, 2022 13:55:18 GMT -7
At first he wasn’t sure who they were. He’d been on edge ever since the Apocalyse event, so it wasn’t hard for him to figure it out. He knew he was being followed, though perhaps trailed was the better word for it. It wasn’t too long ago he’d just killed the woman he loved, and fought against friends and allies at the behest of a genocidal mutant overlord.
Of course he knew it wasn’t his fault, Apocalypse had brainwashed him (again) and made him a pawn in his schemes to create the ultimate mutant race, with himself at the top of the mountain of course. But he couldn’t help but feel a sting of guilt. If he wasn’t around, if Apocalypse had captured anyone else…then maybe there would’ve been a chance and Jeannie wouldn’t have had to suffer. Regardless, he was tired of being used as a tool for others. No matter how much he wanted to be a “hero”, how much he wanted to experience life without being a weapon of war, it seemed inevitable that at some point or another someone managed to get their claws on his mind and make him do things.
It was why he decided to split from the mansion. At least for a while, anyway. He needed to clear his head, and wait for the pings of guilt to leave him. Deep down he knew that most, if not all of them would understand. It wasn’t Logan that did all of those things, not by his own volition anyway. At the end of the day, his claws might’ve done the deal, but Apocalypse was the puppeteer. Still, how could he expect the rest of the team to trust him again after that? How would they know Apocalypse’s influence was gone for good? How would he know? And more importantly, how would he walk the halls of the school and be able to look the students in the eyes, knowing that he’d hurt some of them, that he killed Miss Grey. In good conscience, he couldn’t burden them with that.
It was this reason that initially riled his killing intent. Whoever was tracking him, he knew they’d think twice about doing it again if they ended up maimed or worse. But better judgment won out. If they were dead or bleeding out over the floor he wouldn’t be able to question them as thoroughly. So, instead it was time to put the old tracking and evasion skills to work.
In reality it was a simple trick. Purposely, give them a few breadcrumbs to follow, then skedaddle back the way you came. Double-back to keep an eye on them and sniff out their next move, then act appropriately. Essentially it was a game of cat-and-mouse, but unfortunately for his pursuers he ended up playing both the “cat” and the “mouse” simultaneously. And with his heightened senses the “sniffing” was typically quite literal.
He wasn’t sure if he could believe his nose at first, but as he crept down on the rooftops against the cover of night and peered down, there was no mistaking it.
“Fury…” Logan huffed to himself. He and Nick went way back, and he was happy to say most of their history together was a friendly one. Truth be told he probably trusted Nick more than any other military man he knew. And that was precisely why he decided to stay shrouded in shadows. If Fury was looking for him there was probably a damn good reason to do so. Perhaps some new super villain team was running amok, or HAMMER or SHIELD needed a “talking to” from someone with his unique “skillset”, or maybe it was just a good old fashioned war Fury needed soldiers for. Regardless of the reason, now was possibly the worse time to seek out the man named Logan. He didn’t need a war, he needed a beer, and maybe a hot babe to share it with. A few more breadcrumbs to throw them off track completely, and Wolverine made his best effort to vanish off the grid.