SCARS - WOLVERINE X READER FF

THIRTEEN

- Y/N'S POV -

The sun hung high in the sky, beating down on me relentlessly as I continued my trek through the wilderness. My legs felt like they were going to snap, but I pushed forward, determined not to let exhaustion slow me down. I had to keep moving. I couldn't afford to stop now.

The path I was following narrowed as I entered a densely wooded area. The tall trees provided some relief from the sun, their thick canopy casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air was cooler here, the sounds of nature enveloping me like a blanket, but something about this place felt... off. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled with unease, as if the forest itself was holding its breath, waiting.

I froze, ears straining to catch the sound again. A low rustling, the snap of a twig—something was moving in the underbrush. My heart pounded in my chest as I scanned the surrounding trees, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was out there. A deer, maybe? I tried to convince myself that was all it was, just some wild animal passing through, but the feeling of being watched was unmistakable.

Suddenly, a figure stepped out from the shadows, tall and broad-shouldered, moving with an unnatural grace. I stumbled back, instinctively raising my fists, ready to fight if I had to. But as the figure stepped into the light, I froze, my breath catching in my throat.

It was a man, but not just any man. His face, those piercing green eyes just like mine—it was all so familiar, yet impossibly different. He was older, more rugged, his features hardened by time, but I would have recognized him anywhere.

"Hello, sister."

I stared at him, my mind reeling, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. "George?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. It couldn't be. It had been so long, and yet here he was, standing right in front of me.

He smiled, a slow, almost predatory grin that sent a chill down my spine. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

I blinked, trying to clear the haze of fatigue that clouded my thoughts. "This isn't real," I muttered, shaking my head. "You're not real. I'm just tired, I'm seeing things..."

George took a few steps closer, his expression softening, though there was something off about it—something I couldn't quite place. "I'm real, Y/N. I've been looking for you."

I took a step back, suddenly unsure. "How did you find me?"

"I've been following you," he said, his voice soothing, almost too soothing. "I was worried about you. I wanted to help."

Everything in me screamed that something was wrong, but the sight of him, the sound of his voice—it was too much. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I felt my resolve crumbling.

He reached out a hand, his expression turning tender, almost loving. "I'm here now. It's going to be okay."

But just as I was about to step forward, to close the gap between us with a hug, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck. My body went rigid, my vision swimming as a wave of dizziness crashed over me. I tried to turn, to see what had hit me, but my limbs wouldn't respond.

I could hear a low roar behind me, and I felt strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me up as my knees buckled.

"No..." I whispered, but my voice was weak, fading. My head lolled to the side, and I caught a glimpse of George's face as it began to shift, his features melting away like wax, revealing the cold, yellow eyes of Mystique.

"Thank you, Sabretooth." a voice said, smooth and commanding but also a little playful. Magneto stepped into view, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "We don't have all day. Bring her."