Marvel's The Creator

Chapter 1: E.T.

--Canada--

Deep in the woods lied a small house where a old couple lived. It was night and they were having their daily routine, having dinner with a little bit of coffee. Not a single dangerous event touched the lives of this couple until that night when a loud explosion happened near the woods. They were both in shock as the explosion rocked the whole table. Two or three plates fell and coffee spilt everywhere. The old man stood up and grabbed his rifle, "I'll be back in a bit, honey."

"Be careful, honey. You never know what is lurking around these woods." The old wife said, as she watched her husband go out.

"Of course I know these woods. I live here for Christ's sake." The old man aimed his gun and carefully walked outside, checking every corner.

There was fire burning near their house. It was very clear in the night as squirrels and all types of animals ran away from the site. He reloaded his gun to make sure he could fight the damn thing. Then there was something black in the distance. He couldn't make anything out of it because it was so dark. Suddenly a noise was heard and it sounded like a screech for help. The old man almost fainted until a alien being grabbed him in the arm. He panicked and dropped the weapon before he fell himself. The alien broke the weapon in half and slowly crawled to him.

"Honey! Help me!" The old man shouted as he closed his eyes before his inevitable death.

But before he died, he heard some squirting of some liquid and when he opened his eyes, there was a man stabbing the alien with his hands. He had a beard, wearing a leather jacket and jeans.

"Get out of here before more of them come." Logan said, as he removed his claws from the alien and prepared for more.

"Aren't you going to get hurt yourself young man?" The old man said, stepping back as he saw more and more emerge from the crashed ship.

"Sir, I'm about 190 years old so you might not want to ask that." Logan sliced the alien that was running into him and the old man was convinced to run the other direction.

Logan easily handled the next few aliens that came to him. One by one he killed them all until they stopped coming. Bodies of dead aliens with spilled blood in the color of green. He looked around the area to see if anyone got away. He saw a few aliens run away from him and into the woods.

"Damn it." Logan cursed himself for not getting all of them. He then realized a crashed ship near him.

He tried his best to stay away from the fire because his healing abilities are failing him. Carefully he grabbed a note which was written by an alien. He could tell by the language they used, you could not find anything like it on Earth. And just for fun, he grabbed one of the aliens and carried it on his bag.

"This guy weighs like a bitch." Logan muttered as he carried the alien. It was heavy especially for a guy who has super-strength.

He walked back into the highway and found his car again. He opened the back and placed it inside for safe-keeping. He sighed as he entered the driver's seat and looked into the dark sky. He got his phone out and called Reed's phone number.

"Hey, Reed. How has it been since we last met?" Logan asked, scratching his head while watching cars and trucks pass by him.

"I've been great Logan. It's been a few years since we met. Lately I've been helping the Avengers rebuild the damages from their latest battle of New York." Reed happily said