Origin

It was cold...oh so cold and lonely. A tiny figure opened its eyes, looking around for any signs of life. Strands of jet black floated around the figure surrounded by the green ooze. How had she gotten here...for that matter where was here and why was she alone? She heard voices, but where were they?1

She looked left, right, all around her liquid filled prison and looked up at a dark observation window. She looked around again at the beeping machines and she could swear she could smell the cleaning chemicals that were so strong even an elephant would die from a mere whiff of the mixtures that had been used to scrub the floors and walls. What was it they were saying up there she began to wonder. She tried to move a bit, her body feeling strangely heavy as she looked at her reflection in the glass. 2

A mask covered the lower half of her face seeming to send oxygen through her body to keep her alive. The rest of her body floated freely, yet she felt as if she was standing still for hours. How long has she been in this tube? What were they going to do with her? She soon felt the liquid around her drain out as she stood a while and fell to her knees frowning. She soon heard footsteps looking up into a pair of glasses as she pulled up and forced to leave the room a band of scientists following. 3

She nearly chocked on the stench of ammonia and bleach as she walked down the halls and was led to her room as she walked inside. She looked inside at her room. A bed a window and their version of what they called food. She walked to the window seeing another one of their experiments, another hand picked mutant...They had called him by the codename weapon X. His surname...Logan. Or as the leader had called him Mr. Logan. She remembered where she was now. Yes this place was all to well known to her.4

This was the bigger Weapon X facility. She had been here when they first brought Logan in. They were going to try a new experiment. Bonding Adamantium to a person's bones. She had noted, this Logan had a healing factor, this process was to be done on her, but thanks to Logan she was saved from certain death, but they continued to use her as an ultimate fighting machine.Hours of intense training, never one complaint. Of course how could she...she was mute after all. That's why they had taken her, a little orphan girl, no one would miss her.5

They had taken her to their base put her through massive amounts of training to build up her her body and mind, only to put her through a new process known as Adamantium bonding. Finding Logan happened to be a complete miracle for her, he had literally saved her now she watched him everyday after her testing as he went through survival courses. 6

She had remembered those to. The hell they put such a young child like her through. Hours and hours of running through the forests, her feet nearly frostbitten from the coldness of the white fluffy stuff called snow, the many scratches and wounds on her arms and legs from running through thickets and bushes poised with thorns. Ultimately harsh conditions, that this, man named Logan could get through and apparently fight through. 7

She saw them bring Logan in, with brute force, the same tranquilizers and sedatives they used to keep him under control, he was a wild beast, untamable, if kept in his cage to long he'd kill if need be. Anything to survive. She quickly ran to her door and cracked it waiting. 8

After some time her patience was rewarded as a slew of scientists brought the knocked out and what seemed to be coming off the sedatives already Logan. Everyday she looked at that man he would glance at her as if he were awake, harsh cold eyes would look into her innocent curious ones, as if to understand the rugged mountain man that had an adamantium skeleton and hidden beneath white knuckles a set of three claws in each hand, each one made of the same metal his bones were now.9

She counted the seconds seeing Logan's head lull over her way, his eyes half lidded and twitching some. Even coming off the sedative he still looked like a beast. There...that cold frightening stare again. But there was something different about this one...something she had never seen before. Closing the door softly again she went to her bed and climbed in it. The others would be coming to check on her soon so it'd be best if she at least pretend she were asleep which was what she did as she thought about that new look in Logan's eyes. It was the look of longing for freedom.