Logan was shivering and panting all at the same time when he finally reached the entrance of the cave. It was damp and small but it was enough to protect him from the harsh winds and snow that was pounding down on the Canadian landscape. Logan collapsed halfway into the cave and curled up into a ball trying to warm himself but half his body had frostbite.

Usually, he hated it when he would go into his berserker rage but Logan was thankful for it this time since it had warmed his blood, giving him enough time to search for shelter from the blizzard outside. Luckily, the cave had been only half a mile from where Victor had dropped him off.

I'm gonna kill him, Logan growled in his thoughts, referring to Victor. I'm gonna rip his head off and bury it separately from his body but not until I rip his guts out-

He tried rubbing his arms as he thought about all the horrible things he was going to do to Victor but his body was not warming up. His healing factor wasn't helping either since the intense cold prevented his frostbite from healing.

Logan felt himself wane in and out of consciousness before he tried rolling over more into the cave, hoping he could get away from the harsh weather.

But why? Why would he do this to me?! Logan questioned, curling up in a tighter ball. Tears involuntarily formed in his eyes and froze on his face when they rolled down his face. He felt beyond betrayed and couldn't comprehend why his brother, someone he had trusted, grown-up with would do this to him.

Has all these years and wars finally made him lost it?

Logan closed his eyes and forgot about his cold frostbitten body for a brief second as he thought about how Victor had changed over the years.

Logan tested out the chains that linked his wrists and ankles together as he tried pulling them apart but sighed and gave up when they wouldn't budge. He bumped the back of his head against the wall, glaring at a figure that sat next to him. It was his idiot brother, Victor, whom gotten them in this current predicament.

"Still mad at me?" Victor abruptly asked, breaking the silence between them. They hadn't said a word to each since they first got here.

"Wat do you fuckin' think?" Logan hissed, throwing the chains on the ground in irritation. The clanking chains echoed in the small cell as Logan continued glaring at Victor's silhouette. It was practically pitch black except for a pinch of light from a small slit underneath the cell door but Logan didn't need his vision to 'see' Victor. He knew Victor didn't give a shit of what he done to get them landed here and that was what was peeving Logan.

"Its not that big of a deal, Jimmy," Victor responded, shrugging. "We'll escape after the firing squad tries to kill us-

"That's not the point," Logan snapped, moving closer to Victor to the point of uncomfortable. "We wouldn't even be here if you could control yer goddamn dick!"

"She wanted it," Victor mumbled in a low voice.

"Jesus Christ, Victor, the girl was cryin' and screamin'!" Logan snarled, shaking his head in bewilderment. "Do you not understand the definition of rape? But never mind that, not only did you try to rape that poor girl but you attacked yer own goddamn fellow GIs and dragged me into this-

"I didn't force ya to attack them-

"I thought they were attackin' you, I didn't know you just tried to rape someone!" Logan roared, loudly over him in pure rage. He almost hit Victor but his chains prevented him to do so.

"Okay…" Victor slurred, offering no argument. "I fucked up, okay?"

"No shit."

Logan didn't say anything for a while after his outburst and tried to regulate his breathing by staring up the black ceiling. It was like he didn't even know Victor anymore. All Victor seemed to care about was war, blood, and violence.

"Are you even sorry?" Logan finally asked Victor, who was now playing with a rat that had wandered into the cell. "Or are ya just sorry you got caught?"

Victor paused before setting the rat on his shoulder like it was a pet and shrugged, nonchalantly, "Both."

Logan knew that was a flat-out lie. "Do you enjoy hurtin' and killin' people?" he asked in a soft voice, afraid of the answer. He then looked down, averting his eyes away from Victor. "You smile when you are 'bout to kill someone…it's…concerning." Logan meant to say the word 'creepy' but didn't for some reason.

Victor stayed quiet again for another minute before he murmured, "Do you feel like everyone around you is just so breakable…or frail?"

Logan didn't answer since he couldn't help but agree with him but he managed to counter his question with another question. "Wat does that have to do with anythin'?"

"I like that feeling," Victor admitted before picking up the rat off his shoulder and squeezing on it. The rat screeched out in pain as it tried to escape from his grip but Victor suddenly stopped and looked back up Logan. He smirked right before he slammed a fist down hard on the rat.

Logan flinched at the loud crunching noise and felt his nose twitch when the smell of the rat's blood filled the cell. He didn't even know how to react at that.

"And I know you like that feeling too…" Victor purred, licking the blood off his fingers.

Logan shuddered and grimaced at that memory. He didn't know why it took him this long to figure out Victor was a sick son of a bitch. He supposed brotherhood had blinded him from seeing Victor's faults but he had always known Victor did some shit behind his back. But he never thought he would be one of his victims…

Logan closed his eyes again, wanting to just fall asleep when he suddenly heard a noise over the sound of his clattering teeth and realized he wasn't alone in this cave. The cave wasn't as small as he originally thought.

Logan used all his strength dragged himself further into the cave and saw a giant grizzly bear sleeping at the end of it.

"Oh yes, thank god," Logan muttered to himself, instead of freaking out like a normal person since he knew the bear could provide food and clothing for him.

Logan managed to push himself up even though he couldn't feel half his body. He limped over to the bear, feeling bad for killing it in its sleep but it was the survival of the fittest out here. However, as Logan got closer the bear lifted his head and growled, showing all his teeth at him.

"Oh shit."

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Victor made a face at the sun visor's mirror, checking his teeth to make sure they looked 'normal' but he frowned when he noticed his fangs were already growing back in. He licked them and sighed in annoyance as he pulled out a metal filer from the bag next to him. He then brought the filer to his mouth and began filing his fangs back down to match his other teeth.

Tears involuntarily filled his eyes but it didn't hurt too much, he was just more annoyed that he grew back so fast. He had filed them down only twenty minutes ago. He stopped though when he saw people walk by his truck and threw the metal filer on the floor of the passenger's side.

Good enough, Victor thought as he checked his teeth one last time before he shut the sun visor up. He also checked the gloves he had on and hoped no one would find them odd. He had also tried to file down his claws but they grew back faster than his fangs so in the end, he decided to just go with gloves to conceal them. He then finally opened the truck's door, not totally satisfied with his appearance and straightened out his far hunting coat and adjusted his fur hat before he grabbed the bag out of the car and shut the door.

Victor breathed in the New York City's air as he walked towards the building with had giant letters above it that read, F.O.H., which stood for Friends of Humanity. He made a disgusted face at the logo but forced himself to smile before he entered the building.

"Eh, ow's it goin' der?" Victor greeted in the most stereotypical Canadian accent he could muster up when he approached the secretary's desk. Victor was purposely going for the stereotypical Canadian hunter look, which wasn't hard to accomplish since he already had the clothes and he was Canadian but he wanted to play it up for these Americans he was here to see.

"Hello, I'm fine thanks," he girl smiled, looking up from her work. "Do you have an appointment, sir?"

"Yes ma'am with Mista' Johnson at three a'clock sharp."

"Oh yes, Mr. John Wilson, I presume?" she asked, taking out a list of appointments. "I'll inform Mr. Johnson you are here, you can take a sit in our waiting area."

Victor nodded at her and took his hat off before he went over to the waiting area and sat down. He then picked up a brochure that laid on the coffee table in front of him out of bored but snorted when he read its tagline, ensuring human rights.

It was true; Friends of Humanity was an organization that fought for human's rights but for only humans…

I am surprised they don't have pictures of dead mutants on the cover, Victor thought as he rolled his eyes and threw the brochure back on the table.

FOH was the biggest anti-mutant group around and were responsibility for the death of hundreds of mutants but of course, the public didn't know that. The FOH was highly regarded by the public since they helped out victims from mutant attacks and offered them protection. Which, is why Victor had to hide his claws and fangs because he knew he probably be shot as soon as he walked in here if they saw his usual features.

"Mr. Wilson?" a man in very expensive Gucci suit asked, walking into the waiting area. He was very handsome and sharp with his curly blonde hair and high cheekbones.

"Misa' Johnson, I presume?" Victor greeted, remembering not smile with any teeth. "Ya don't know 'ow glad I am yer are seein' me."

"You can call me Henry, and of course," he smiled, shaking his hand. "We have actually gotten several reports about…" His voice got low. "…this 'animal.' But let's talk about it in my office."

He then led Victor past the secretary's desk through a hallway until they reached the end of it where his large office was. His office was absolutely extravagant to the point of ridiculous. Not only did he have mahogany desk but his office was decorated almost like a throne room.

"Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea?" he asked, closing the door for him.

"No thanks," Victor answered, seating himself on a cushioned low chair. He then looked up the chandelier that hung from the ceiling and tried not to give this guy a strange look.

"So you have seen this creature up close?" Henry asked, excitedly before he sat down behind his desk. "You said on the phone that it had claws."

"Aye, but I can do better than tell yer," Victor told him as he took out papers from his bag. "I was able to get sum photos, ya see." He slammed five photos on the desk before Henry looked at them in awe.

"This is exactly the creature everyone has been describing who have called in," Henry grinned, pointing at them.

The photos weren't exactly clear but they revealed a man-like creature with long claws extending from its hands and covered in fur. The photos were taken from a distance but if they were taken up close it would show Logan dressed in bear fur.

Victor had been keeping an eye on Logan as he traveled through the Canadian wildness and he was making good time, better than what Victor was expecting. Logan was very determined and was getting close to the nearest town, which was only fifty miles away but Victor had other plans for Logan before he left the wildness.

"It killed my dog," Victor mentioned to Henry, shaking his head. "It nearly killed me! I tried shootin' at it but its like bullets don't affect it! I'm just 'fraid wat it will do when it reaches civilization."

"Don't worry, Mr. Wilson our organization is very interested in this…creature," he reassured Victor. "We'll take care of it, I am going to send our best men to deal with it. Would you like to meet one of them?"

Victor nodded, hoping he was going to be the meanest son of bitch he had ever seen.

"Maggie, can you send in Lewis?" Henry said through the intercom on his phone.

"Yes, sir."

"He is one of our best trackers and hunters," Henry told Victor as he stood up and straightened out his suit. "He'll find and kill the beast or whatever it is."

A man bigger than Victor, whom stood taller than six foot seven suddenly, entered the room.

Oh yeah, he'll do, Victor smirked, looking the man up and down. Not only was Lewis tall, he was muscular as well and had a mean vicious look to him. He would definitely give Logan a hard time.

Lewis gave Victor a strange look since Victor had revealed his fangs that had grown back but quickly shut his mouth and chortled, "So best tracker and hunter around, eh?"