This one's for KJ! ;) I've been teasing her with it for weeks.
March 1999
Disclaimer: Wolverine is property Marvel Comics. In this work, he's about...12, maybe? This story is purely for entertainment, and not for profit. Archive away! Just let me know, 'k? Feedback is loved, along with the person who sends it, unless it's a flame. This is likely to be really BAD, so...constructive criticism is welcomed.
Teddy, He Ain't
by Em-Spider
"Jim, GO!" his mother's voice rent the air.
"But, Mama..."
"GO! Run! Please, Jim, run!" Her voice had a pleading note, begging him to go, to save himself...but he couldn't.
"Mama, hang on...I'll get the gun!" James Logan, Jr. nearly flew down the dirt path to fetch his dead father's gun, so he could save his mother from the big, nasty bear.
"DON'T COME BACK, YOU HEAR ME? DON'T COME BACK FOR ME, JIM!"
"Mama, I HAVE to!" He had the gun in his hand now, and he was running down the path again, running to his mama. He stopped suddenly, transfixed. "Oh, no..." he breathed in his still-childish voice. "Mama..." The bear was gone...but his mother would be too. Gone. Dead. WHY did she have to get near those cubs? Why did she have to die like...that?... all spread out and her blood and guts on the ground and wheezing and gasping for air...calling him...
His head spun in circles, and he thought he heard her call his name, but she was calling his father...his father was dead. Would his mother be dead, too? The gun was no good.
"Jim, son, I told you not to come back..."
"Mama, I HAD to..."
"Jim!" she grasped his hand. "Jim, it hurts. Shoot me...put me out of my misery. There's nothing you can do, Jim, except for this. The doctor's 50 miles away...you won't reach him in time. I'm ready to go and see your father. Do it, Jim, now..."
"I CAN'T, I can't..."
"You can! You will! I'm your mother; do as I say!"
Jim shut his eyes and aimed the barrel at her head. "Mama...say hello to Papa for me, won't you? I love you, Mama!"
"I love you too. Do it, quickly, before you lose your nerve, boy! The animals will smell the blood and come and kill you too!"
Jim, stomach churning, pulled the trigger. The gun went off loudly, and he dropped it. The back of his hands started to itch. They started to hurt...and three foot-long bones burst from the backs of them. He howled... "MOTHER!" and ran to the cabin. he grabbed all the food he could find and ran into the woods with it. He ate it all ravenously and stalked off, in search of meat.
Jim Logan, the 12-year-old-boy, died with his mother that day, and he was set on a dangerous road...the road to WOLVERINE!
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