RWBY: Logan

To See If I Still Feel

A/N: This is gonna be a character short for Logan. Enjoy the Old Man Logan story arc for RWBY: Logan!

Timeskip To Six Months...

Logan, more than ever, struggled even harder as he roared angrily and Sabretooth chuckled evilly. Cinder then walked over to Pyrrha and looses the arrow into her chest as it emitted a red glow. All Logan could do was watch as Pyrrha get paralyzed and then incinerated.

Logan kneeled down and positioned his throat to the railing. He then allowed the train to ride over his neck, leaving a bloody mess on his uniform and the train tracks. Logan lost consciousness as the wheels continued to tear through his uniform and neck until the train rode away.

Logan started to stir as he woke up on a couch cluttered with empty beer cans and glass bottles. He groaned as he felt a hangover pulsing on his forehead. Logan placed his hand on his head as he started to get up while clattering the cans and shattering glass bottles on the floor. Logan muttered, "Shit..." He got up to stand up but was struggling to walk to the broom and dustpan in the kitchen. Logan turned to see a note on the refrigerator that said, "Went out shopping with Doreen. Found you asleep. ❤️ Jennifer and Doreen. P.S. Today's the end of the month. You know that means." Logan sighed as he remembered exactly what Jennifer meant. Logan muttered, "Double shit."

Nobody knows what happened on the night the heroes fell. All we do know is that they disappeared and evil triumphed and the bad guys have been calling the shots ever since.

Logan swept the floor as he put the cans in the recycling bin and the glass shards in the trash can. The news on the TV was playing, "...with no end in sight. Try as they might, the local Huntsmen and Huntresses can't seem to get a hold of the situation at Beacon Academy." Logan scowled as he took the remote and changed the channel where a reporter said, "...though the fail safes have supported wireless communication within the kingdom, the loss of the CCT Tower continues to prevent contact with the outside world. Talks with Atlas officials regarding repairs have so far—" Logan changed the channel again as it said, "...Vale council voted this week to continue to ban any air traffic that does not have a direct correlation with evacuation. The council has made it clear that they feel—" Logan grumbles annoyed as he changed it again to Lisa Lavender reporting, "Multiple rumors continue to circulate as to who was behind the attacks at the Vytal Festival Tournament." Logan stopped what he was doing as he listened to Lisa continuing, "While no one knows for sure, officials have confirmed that high-ranking White Fang member, Adam Taurus was present for the attack. Any and all attempts to bring him into custody have been met with brutal force—" Logan shut the TV off as he threw the remote on the couch as he snarled. He looked at his hand but calmed down as he reminded himself not to pop out his claws. "I'm not the Wolverine anymore," clenched Logan. "He died. I killed him. End of story."

What happened to Wolverine is the biggest mystery of all. Some say they hurt him like no one ever hurt before. Others say he just grew tired of all the fighting and retired to a simpler life.

Logan put the broom and dustpan back to where he found it as he tried to not think about today. It was already the end of the sixth month he stayed in the apartment. Logan started to remember himself six months back when he was getting rid of the Wolverine persona once and for all. Once he cut all ties of him being the Wolverine after getting healed from his failed suicide attempt, he threw away the suit into the dumpster. Once Logan threw it away, he was sure Wolverine was dead once and for all. Logan felt ashamed of Doreen Green, the only kid in the apartment, having to live with a drunk like him. There were times he got angry, but Logan restrained himself hurting anyone. So much Logan restrained himself from fighting anyone at all. That didn't matter now, since the Hulk Gang were on their way to collect rent money. Logan didn't have any rent money for the last four months. No rent money meant getting beaten to death by hillbilly gamma powered grandchildren of the Hulk himself. Logan has taken a few bloody beatings for business and for pleasure by the Hulk Gang. Two in particular were Otis and Charlie Banner. Otis had jeans, boots, a white tank top, a mustache, and a cap that said, "Green Neck." Charlie was an unhinged Hulk with holed out black jeans, black T-shirt, dog collars on his neck and wrists, and sneakers. There was a knocking on the door, but Logan already knew who was behind the door. He walked over to the door and saw it was not only Charlie and Otis, but also their sister Bobbie-Jo Banner, the wife of Bruce Banner. She had messy hair, stuck out teeth, and had sickly green skin. Bobbie-Joe had a wrinkled pink dress on and was also holding a baby. "Miss Banner," acknowledged Logan. Bobbie-Jo replied, "Wolverine." Logan flinched at the name as Bobbie-Jo smirked, "Oh, excuse me. I keep forgetting you don't like being called by your old name anymore. Is it 'Mister Wolverine' you go by these days?" Logan replied, "Logan's fine." Bobbie-Jo taunted, "That's right. Wolverine died the night the bad guys beat your asses. How forgetful of me." Logan didn't respond to that as he kept his head down.

Either way, he hasn't raised his voice or popped out his claws close to six months. His old friends would barely recognize him now.