𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 ~ 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

PREFACE

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I'd met him years ago, just after he became what he was. He couldn't remember who he was but neither could i and maybe that's why i felt so deeply for the man i had never met.

he wasn't a talker but neither was i. I'd rather swallow my feelings whole than ever let someone in. It wasn't because i didn't want to tell anyone how i was feeling, it was because i didn't even fucking know myself.

so maybe that's why we got along so well, because we never actually really talked. Just sat in silence until one of us got up and left the self proclaimed pity party we threw every night.

he was an angry alcoholic drunk and i was an angry genius with hyperthymesia who couldn't remember who she was.

you tell me how that makes sense right?

it drove me crazy, feeling so lost and alone in this world, it wasn't long until the depression started and the anger elevated. people stopped bothering me, seeing me walk down the hallway with an angry glare on my face.

i went looking for trouble, people i could hurt because that was the only god forsaken time i could feel a sliver of emotion. it wasn't even a good one, just guilt.

so much fucking guilt, for what i had done and the people i hurt. every person who died at my hand was a means to the end. it only got worse when i remembered what had happened to me.

kidnapped right out of her bed at the age of fifteen. how pathetic.

i remembered it all. the poking and prodding, the experiments, the torture and worst of all the memory erasing.

i could feel it all on my skin, the dirty hands, the lingering touches in places i'd rather not mention.

the blood.

god so much blood. i hurt so many innocent people, children.

it wasn't long until the nightmares started. waking up every night screaming or crying.

when i finally started feeling some kind of emotion other than guilt it ate me alive, every tear i shed felt selfish, every bout of anger felt unwarranted, guilt felt futile, and joy felt completely fucking disgusting.

fear was the only emotion i could feel without having any guilt, because i was scared of myself. shattering all the mirrors in my small room didn't help, i can't stand the sight of me.

days turned into weeks which turned into months i didn't leave my room. i didn't eat, i couldn't fucking sleep, the thought of getting up made me feel like i weighed a million pounds.

id let my guard down. i was so tired, too tired. i fell asleep. the dreams came crashing in of the next person who fell at my hands. but this time..?

it was a child, his name was yohan vatale.

i couldn't even tell you the reason i was sent there to kill him. all i can remember is the screaming pleas coming from his mouth, the shouts for his father who was dead in the other room. the flashes of heat that left the boy burned at my touch. i remember everything down the second my finger pulls the trigger. just as i hear the sounds of the gun firing i thrash up out of my sleep screaming.

'natalie' a deep voice says grabbing both my shoulders holding me down, which out of instinct caused me to fight back with tears making my visions blurry.

'natalie' the voice all but commanded this time 'calm down' the man ordered.

my chest stopped heaving and my eyes dried causing my vision to go back to normal.

'logan' i breathe out in question...

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disclaimer
i do not own the mcu / x-men storyline or it's characters. I simply own my own OC's that i have created and any storyline that may follow. this book is a work of fiction and is not intended to be taken seriously. this story will include mature themes including; violence, gore, abuse, death, torture, sexual themes and acts, age gap relationship, self harm, and suicidal ideations. please understand that my characters do partake in daily hygiene but it is unrealistic of me as an author to write about them getting up every morning. please understand that if any of these topics trigger you it is your job as the reader to protect your peace.

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