It was only a dream, Victor told himself for the hundredth time as he made his way back to the Howlett mansion through the dark hostile woods. He then held in wince when he felt burning sensation hit his chest again.

"No, no, no it's only in yer mind," Victor muttered through gritted teeth as he held his chest but the pain was so intense, it made him stop and lean against a tree for support. "It has to be…"

It felt like a third degree burn was consuming Victor's chest but when he ripped his coat and shirt off to see what was causing the pain, there were no burn marks or any kind of injury on his chest. The pain was maddening and the alarming since his chest hurt at the same exact spot where his father had pushed him in his 'dream'. But only a few moments ago, when Victor regained consciousness, he had spent almost an hour convincing himself that what he had experienced with his dead father was just a dream, which was the logical thing to think since most people usually don't see dead people. So obviously, Victor just concluded the pain was only in his mind but that wasn't a very helpfully thought either since now he thought he was just going insane instead.

It wasn't real, it wasn't real, it wasn't fuckin' real, Victor repeated in his head before releasing his pain and frustration on tree he was leaning on by slashing at it. A few birds flew off from the tree in fright while Victor trudged on, angrily, mumbling to himself.

Yet even though, if Victor believed his encounter with his father was a dream or not, what his father had said about Logan bother him, immensely.

Why would he be proud of Jimmy? Victor growled, irritably before he kicking a rock so hard that when it hit a tree, it lodged itself into it.

Jimmy does whatever I do! He has lied, stolen, cheated and murdered just as much as I have! Okay so maybe he holds onto a few silly little moral values than I do but that is what has always made him weaker…is he proud of him because of that?

Victor rolled his eyes but then noticed that the pain in his chest was suddenly fading, making him sigh in relief.

See? It was nothing, Victor reassured himself as he began to button up his black shirt with the few remaining buttons that had survived from when he violently ripped open his shirt. He then picked up his coat and threw it over his shoulder as he continued to walk but more contently. His mind though, quickly drifted back to Logan and his father until he snorted the thought away.

He said that in my dream for fuck sake, there's nothin' to think about.

The thought still bit at him though in the back of his mind.

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When Victor finally made his way back to the mansion, he spotted Logan in backyard near the extravagant garden but Victor grumbled when he suddenly realized what was located near the garden.

The Howlett graveyard, Victor grimly thought, walking slowly as he could towards it. Wat is he doin', mournin' his whore mother?

He surprisingly stepped carefully through the beautiful garden but not because he admired the garden and didn't want to destroy it, he just wanted to waste time getting there since he had no desire to be in the Howlett graveyard. He hoped he could just grab Logan when he got there and get the fuck of this god-forsaken place.

Though, Victor became utterly perplexed as he approached the graveyard since he saw one of the graves had been dug up and the coffin lay open next to it. It then became evident that Logan was the one who had dug up the grave since he was covered in dirt. But the only question that confused Victor was, why would he dig up one of their graves?

What the hell, Jimmy?

Logan didn't even seem notice Victor as he stepped into the fenced graveyard area. He just sat there on one of the stone benches, looking like he was in trace as he stared at the open coffin.

Victor looked down at the coffin Logan had dug up and saw a child sized skeleton lay inside the casket, which confused him even more. He had no idea whose skeleton was since the gravestone had crumbled from decay but he guessed maybe the person was some distance relative. But Victor still could not come up with a reason of why Logan would dig up a distance relative's grave so he then looked at Logan for an explanation. Logan though continued staring at the coffin like he was in another world.

"Umm…wat the fuck are ya doin'?" Victor asked as he snapped his fingers in Logan's face when he approached him.

Logan jerked back a little like Victor had just woke him up from a deep slumber and gazed up at him with glassy eyes before saying, "Oh Victor."

"Are you okay? Wat yer doin'? Why did ya dig up a grave? Who-

"Umm, er I- just had to see for myself," Logan answered as he rubbed the tiredness from his eyes.

"See what? Who is that?"

"Oh it's um…its John Howlett Jr.," Logan replied, softly.

"What who?"

"…..our long lost brother?"

Victor gave him another strange look while shaking his head and retorting, "Wat are you talkin? We don't-

He stopped talking abruptly when he suddenly remembered that John and Elizabeth Howlett did have another son before Logan, John Howlett Jr. He died when Victor was only four years old and since no one ever talked about him, he had forgotten about him.

Oh I wonder then…

Victor then went over and bended down and examined John's tiny skeleton and widened his eyes when he saw what lay under his forearm bones, bone claws like Jimmy's.

"Well I'll be damned," Victor muttered, picking up one of the arms as he studied it. "He was one of us…though I'm not sure if I should be happy or not."

Logan shrugged.

Victor set the skeleton down and stood up before giving Logan a curious look and asked, "But wat made you dig his grave up? How do you even remember him, you were like one when he died?"

"You know, you were right about my mother committing suicide," Logan said instead as he stood up and wiped the dirt off him. "It was quite brutal and I'm glad you didn't tell me about when we were younger."

"Wat, wat do you mean?" Victor asked, completely baffled. "Yer actin' like you just saw it on T.V or sumthing. Yer actin' really strange, ya know that?"

"Okay I know you won't believe me but I kind of saw it…back at the mansion."

"Wat? Wat do you mean you saw it?" Victor almost yelled without realizing it. He suddenly became very nervous and the burning sensation seemed to begin nipping at his chest again.

"I saw her, my mother she was a ghost or sumthing, I don't know. But I wasn't the only one who saw her, there were kids here last night tryin' to trespass and they saw her too."

"Uh did she say anythin' to you?" Victor asked, trying to keep his composure but the burn on his chest was becoming unbearable.

"Well no not to me. It was like a reenactment of how she died… like a movie. It was actually kind of terrifyin', she blew her head off and this black blood started covering the floor…a pieces of her head were on the ground too," Logan mumbled, quietly.

"Black blood?" Victor repeated, trying to hide the panic in his voice.

"Yeah…it was pretty disturbing and she said some stuff too," Logan continued as his voice got quieter. "And she said sumthin' like 'Not again…I should have had that abortion…"

Victor frowned angrily at that statement, forgetting about his pain and nervousness. He was glad he didn't stop that stupid selfish bitch from blowing her brains out when he was child.

"But it threw me off when she said "not again" and that's when I suddenly remembered about John and so I had to see fer myself if he was like us…and well I guess he was."

"But are you sure you weren't just asleep? I mean how long how you been out here?" Victor inquired, feverishly. He couldn't believe, no he refused to believe Logan has seen his mother because if Logan had seen his mother then that meant it was possibly that what he had experienced with father was real. Though, how Logan repeated the exact words his mother had said made it difficult to deny. That thought sent new waves of pain into Victor's chest.

"It could have been," Logan shrugged as he sat back down on the bench. "But I don't know how a dream could lead me here. I really have no idea how I even remember John...I think my father mentioned him once, I don't know…"

"Maybe just being back 'home' made your subconscious pulled some old memories while you were dreamin-

"You're probably right," Logan said over him, wanting to end the conversation. He knew Victor wouldn't believe him and he was tired so he had no desire to fight with Victor. Though, Victor was being oddly nice about because usually he would mock him than reason with him. Either way, Logan believed with all his heart that he saw his mother.

Victor did not feel reassured and the pain in his chest was only getting worse. He hated feeling like this so instead confronting his anguish he turned it into anger when he suddenly snarled, "God, your mother was such a whore, I feel sorry for yer stepfather."

Logan shot him an angry glare before snapping back, "Why do you say that?"

"It's obvious that whatever gene we got to make us like this came from old dear drunk dad and yer mother kept fuckin' him-

"Shut up!" Logan barked, warningly. "Don't say another word, Victor."

"Why do you care? Why are yer even defendin' her? It's not like she was a great mother to you or anythin'. She killed herself over you, you should hate her!"

Victor's sneer faded when he saw Logan put his head down and put his hand over his mouth like he was going to start crying, he obviously was hurt by that comment.

"Oh Jimmy come on," Victor muttered, feeling a little bad. "I didn't mean it like that-

Logan looked back up at him but now an angry scowl covered his face. He then stood up, abruptly and got in Victor's face before roaring, "You know, Victor sometimes you can be so heartless and unfeelin', it's like you have no coincidence at all! You just say and do watever you want without any regards for anyone! Okay so just fuckin' shut up, will ya? Would you like me to talk that way about yer mother-

"Oh I'm heartless and have no regards to anyone's feelings?" Victor fired back just as angry. "Ya know how much I hate it here but yet you dragged me here anyway! Yer mother was whore! And mine was probably too because I don't what woman would want to fuck my father willingly so you can say watever the fuck you want about my mother!"

"Fuck you! If you didn't want to cum here then you should have said sumthin-

"I DID YOU DUMBASS!" Victor practically screamed on the top of lungs, mainly because his chest had become excruciating. He was now sweating ferociously, even though it was kind of cold out and he began panting before plopping himself on the bench and roughly ripping his shirt off again.

Logan said nothing as he stared at Victor, taken aback before his anger turned into concern and regret since Victor looked like he was in pain and because it had become very evident that Victor was not comfortable here the moment they stepped out the car.

"Are you okay?"

"Go fuck yourself," Victor replied, breathlessly as he held onto his chest like an invisible injury was there.

Logan sat down next to him and continued to stare at him until he softly said, "I'm sorry that I made you cum here, I should have known better."

Victor only grunted in response.

"I-I wasn't thinkin', I was only thinkin' about the good times we had here," Logan murmured, empathetically. "You were the best thing in my childhood, ya know that?"

Victor's hard facial expression softened a little as he gazed at the ground but didn't say anything until a few minutes went by. "It's okay," Victor muttered so low that if Logan didn't have his heightened hearing, he wouldn't be able to hear him.

Victor's pain in his chest then abruptly diminished when he finally whispered, "You were too."

Victor felt so good and alive as he woke up from his slumber and stretched his limbs out. He rarely had a good night sleep since he always had to get up at the crack of dawn to start his chores but today he had slept in and it felt great.

He then opened his eyes and was so relieved and happy to find what happened last night wasn't a dream since he was lying in a pile of hay inside of an abandoned barn house instead of his lumpy bed in his cabin home.

I feel like I am in a dream! Victor thought, excitedly as he plucked out hay that had gotten caught in his clothes. My father is dead, John and Elizabeth Howlett are dead and Jimmy is my brother….and he is like me I think. He then turned his head to look at his newly acknowledged brother, James who had been sleeping next to him but found he was gone. Victor though, wasn't too worried since he probably went off to go to the bathroom or something until he heard soft whimpering.

Victor looked around the barn and saw Jimmy sitting in a corner, quietly sobbing to himself. He also saw that his claws were extended out from his hands while dry blood covered hands and arms from where the claws had cut through his knuckles.

"What's wrong?" Victor asked, gently as he came over to comfort James. He usually would be annoyed when James cried since he did it all the time over stupid things but the kid actually had a reason to cry over something this time. He had lost his parents, killed one of them and discovered he wasn't entirely human.

"I can't make them go back inside of me," James whimpered, putting his clawed hands to the ground. "And they hurt so much."

"Well how did you pop them out in the first place?" Victor asked, sitting down next to him.

"I don't know I just made fists and pushed but now I can't get them back in! What if I'm stuck like this forever?" James cried almost hysterically. "Everyone will think I'm a demon! What if I am a demon!"

"Yer not a demon-

"I killed someone, Victor! I killed our father! I am a demon! I can feel it taking me over! I'm going to go to hell-

"Jimmy, calm down!" Victor retorted at him as he pulled him into a hug and rocked him. "Yer not a demon, okay? He just killed the man that raised you, he deserved it. Anyone would have done what you did."

"But I killed your father…" James sniveled into his chest. "Y-you, you m-must hate me."

"No I don't," Victor choked out, trying to keep in a pained laugh. "I don't at all."

"Why-y not?"

"He wasn't a very nice person… he uh…err do ya remember when I used to have all those bruises…well they were all from him."

"What?" James cried, sounding horrified. "He beat you? Why?"

"Coz he was horrible person!" Victor snapped but then softened his tone. "So don't feel bad about killin' him, he had it coming either from you or sumone else..."

James didn't say anything, he wasn't sure what to think or say. He just couldn't understand why a father would beat his son.

"Hey could I touch them?" Victor asked, eyeing James' claws as they recoiled from their hug.

"I guess," James muttered low, holding them out for him.

When Victor touched them, he smiled a bit since these were the things that killed his father. They felt smooth as bone until they went up to a point where it was sharp as a knife, James' claws suddenly slid back inside his arm though before Victor could touch the point.

"Whoa, how'd you do that?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe just relaxing your hands makes them go back inside?" Victor suggested, seeing James wasn't hysterical anymore. "And look you heal real fast too!"

The cuts between his knuckles where his claws had come out of suddenly faded away in seconds.

"Whoa," James crooned, wide-eyed. "This has never happened before…it's like magic."

"I don't know about magic but I didn't start healing that fast until my nails and teeth began to grow out too-

"You can heal fast too?"

Victor showed him as he cut himself with one of his nails on the hand.

"Wow…. but why is this happening to us now? Why not at birth?"

Victor shrugged. "I heard you go through stuff when you're about to become a man so maybe this is it."

"I don't know any men who have claws and can heal wounds really fast, Victor."

"Well we're just a little different I guess," Victor retorted, making this all up as he went along. He really had no idea why they were like this but he was glad to know, he wasn't the only one anymore. "They are like gifts almost… we make amazing soldiers, ya know since we have our own weapons."

"Yeah!" James smiled, animatedly. "Do you think they let us join?"

"Not right now since we aren't old enough but I think so!"

"How old though? What are we going to do before then?"

"Don't worry, we'll get a job or sumthing."

"A job? But we're just kids…"

"Kids work all the time."

"But-

"It's not that bad," Victor retorted, forgetting that James had never worked a day in his life. "We'll be okay, promise."

"I guess so," James slurred, rubbing his fists together. He then looked up at Victor with puppy dog eyes and whispered, "Even though, last night was the most horrible day in my life. I'm glad I'm not alone and you're here with me. I always want a brother, you know?"

"Me too," Victor beamed, meaning it with all his heart as he wrapped an arm around James and hugged him. "And I couldn't ask for a better brother."

"You were too."

Logan couldn't help but stare at Victor a little stunned as he thought, Uh wow he's actually…sincere.

Logan couldn't even remember the last time Victor had said anything this nice and sentimental, not since when they were kids. But even though, he liked Victor sharing his 'feelings' for once since he always kept everything to himself, Logan didn't know how to response back.

"Uh erm good to know," Logan mustered out, sincerely but came out awkward sounding.

Victor nodded his head but didn't say anything as he turned away uncomfortably and started to pick up his fallen clothes.

There was a long awkward silence between them until Logan went over to John Howlett's casket and stated, "Um…so I guess we can die after all?"

"No!" Victor snapped, quickly and loudly. "We didn't develop our abilities until we reached puberty and he was only six when he died so whatever happened to him, he didn't have the healing factor to save him."

Logan sighed, silently to himself since he was glad that ended that awkward moment. He wished he had handed that better but he just didn't know how to deal with Victor being all nice and sincere, it was just too weird and foreign.

Logan casually shrugged before he bended down and closed John's casket back shut.

"How did he die by the way?"

"Maybe he bled to death."

"Wat do you mean?" Logan asked as he lowered the casket back into grave. He then retrieved the discarded shovel that he had thrown when he had finished digging up John's grave.

"By what your mother said, it sounded like she had experienced this before with your claws cumin' out and all. So I think maybe his claws came out early and since he had no healing factor at that age, he probably bled to death."

"But not that much blood comes out," Logan retorted, staring down at his hands before he started shoveling dirt back into John's grave

"Yeah but you have a healing factor… how would you know how much a normal person bleeds?"

"Oh I guess I never really thought about it…I always forget how fragile everyone else is."

"I know, right?" Victor snorted in agreement like it was some inside joke.

"But I don't think a hand injury would be fatal for a six year old."

"Maybe he got sick and never got better."

"Do you think it's written in a record somewhere inside-

"There is no way in hell I'm going back inside that house again," Victor stated before Logan could finish his sentence.

Logan looked up at the mansion and couldn't help but feel the same since he did not want to see any more gruesome ghostly scenes that might appear before him.

"Either way he's dead so it doesn't really matter anyway."

"You aren't curious at all about him or how he died?"

"No. I just find it pointless to dwell on someone I didn't even know. He's gone, it's done, it's in the past."

"Well it would've of been nice to have another person like us around. We don't have to dwell on him but we should at least remember him."

The problem was Victor didn't want to remember him, he just plain didn't want to remember or acknowledge anything that had happened today or yesterday but how could he deny any of this?

Maybe I should tell him what happened in the forest, Victor contemplated, uneasily. Just to get off my chest…

"Yeah okay whatever but hey Jimmy I got uh…something to tell you."

"Yeah?"

"…uh…while I was in the forest I also saw-

Victor then abruptly stopped talking and turned around away from Logan.

"What did you see?" Logan asked as he stabbed the shovel in the ground and leaned against it. He looked at him, curiously since Victor seemed to be mentally fighting with himself.

"Nothing, never mind," Victor said, quickly. "Come on, let's go get a fuckin' drink." He just wanted to forget everything that happen to him, not talk about it like a fucking girl with Jimmy so he thought what better way to forget things like drinking it away it.

"It's like six in the morning," Logan pointed out, glancing up at the dim coloured sky. "But… I guess that's not really stop us before."

Victor smirked back but felt his smile dwindled for a reason he didn't want to acknowledge…

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Yeah so… Victor didn't really confront his past, he just decided ignored it.

Ah classic, classic, Victor.

But I did put in there little endearing moments between adult Victor and Logan, which were really hard to write since it is so much easy to write them when they are trying to kill each other haha! Tell me if they were kind of in character during those parts?

Anyway thanks for the reading guys XD

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