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"I don't remember how it all began, maybe it was just a long time coming, maybe I had some sins I needed to atone for. For as long as I can remember I was always the man who seemed damn near impossible to kill. Didn't mean people didn't try. There were plenty of attempts and some who thought they had succeeded. They were wrong. Somehow, some way I always came back - maybe there was something worth fighting for. Out of everyone I loved her most, she was the one thing I would have done anything for - the one thing I would have sacrificed my life to save. The one thing I couldn't. It was the one thing I could never have in my life, and it wasn't just Jeanie. I had loved another woman - Heather Hudson, she took me in when I was at my lowest and helped get me on my feet. Perhaps you could say I had a thing for the whole 'Florence Nightingale' take. Maybe it was something about me but getting the girl was never on the list of accomplishments. Each time I loved they chose another. Really I never stopped loving either of them. "<p>
"Regret was a very seldom used ideal. Hardheaded by nature I hunkered down and moved on - even after the revelation that I'd fathered a child. I knew about him, looked in on him from time to time. Heather and James were good parents, far better than I ever could have done. Yet, somewhere, some part of me regrets not being in his life. She wrote me once - sixteen years after his birth to let me know, his biological father, he inherited the genetic code that made me different. Made us different. Funny how one little switch in dna makes people go batshit crazy. There were always the fights between our rights versus the concepts of human nature. To them we were nothing more than freaks. 'Muties' as many liked to call us, even when we were saving their sorry asses from dangers people just couldn't move on. When war broke it was different. All hell broke loose."<p>
"And she, she entrusted me with her son. David was the only thing I had left of her besides my memories. Memories she would have taken if given the chance. Always tried to make things easier on me like I was in need of some God damn protection. So many died fighting for a cause, fighting for survival. For a long time so did I but I had Jean's son to keep in mind. I practically raised the kid. Where I failed in James, I compensated for in David. Blood don't make you family and that boy was mine. Maybe one day he'll find this - know I loved him like a son, loved him like I did his mother. I was tough on him cause I was tough on everyone. Some people knew me better than I knew myself."<p>"Of one thing I'm certain, the end is coming. This is my last goodbye, bub."<p><p><center>- - -</center><p>
Wolverine put up a hell of a fight, he always did. Those last moments may have been his finest ever. No one could fault the grizzled and weather worn man for ever backing down from a fight. If they wanted one they got it. Some fights you go into knowing you're not walking away from. Making his last stand there meant David could get away. He always hoped he'd done right by Jean and Scott's son. A whole lot better than he had his own, they were the future. They were the next generation of hope in a world full of darkness. <p>
Wolverine was beat, broken and practically paralyzed when they injected his heart with more Ratifivant than any one mutant had ever had before. Regenerative powers were no match for the overdose and cell by cell started to collapse as it spread throughout his blood system. For one final time the fearsome claws of Weapon X made that all too familiar 'snikt' sound as Wolverine buried the razor sharp blades into General William Stryker's chest, thumb shifting to a small detonator concealed within the big silver buckle of his belt. Teeth grit in a bloodied smirk as he pulled Stryker closer. Lungs were now struggling to take in oxygen as it felt though his body was melting from the inside out. Voice choked on the blood as he growled. <p>
"See you in hell, asshole."<p>
Moments later the explosive rigging he'd previously set up blew the small cabin home of James "Logan" Howlett to obliteration. Days after the fact the only remniates to be found were pieces of adimantium claws and the uncovered military safety box with the dog tags reading "Wolverine" and a letter.</div><br>
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