A New World
He burned. His muscles, body—all healing. It felt like a thousand ants squirming beneath his skin. A wave of nausea coursed through him, a feeling he never got used to. Something warm dripped down the side of his face—probably blood. His head ached with a dull throb that matched his pulse. And his ears rang with a perpetual, high-pitched sound. He felt worse than usual but this certainly wasn’t the first time this has happened. His body quickly knit itself together—just like it always does.
There was a sudden, sharp, alarming pain from his chest. He took a wheezing, short breath then coughed harshly. There was something heavy on top of him—a weight like a mountain held him down, pinning him. Any normal human would have been crushed to a pulp, but then again, he was hardly normal. He had his adamantium skeleton to thank for that.
“—som . . . ng . . . th . . .”
He started to hear snippets of syllables. It distracted him for a moment but the pain from his chest resurfaced. He grimaced. It was hard to focus on anything with this weight on top of him. He tried to move his arms but only one managed to slip out. With his free arm, he gripped the object on top of him weakly, lifting. It was rectangular—like a giant beam—and cold against his palm. Felt like metal, and it probably was, too. It was heavy as hell. And it didn't budge.
With a grunt he paused from his struggling and pushed the the pain to the back of his mind for now. He had no choice but to endure it. He had to let his body heal itself for a moment. His muscles were weak and torn—he just needed a little more time.
Suddenly, as if someone poured a bucket of freezing water on his face, his sense of smell returned and his brain was assaulted with all kinds of information. There was smoke, burnt grass, dirt, scorched metal, ozone. He also picked up the distinct odor of burning flesh along with the stale scent of blood—his blood—which made his nose twitch. To his surprise he couldn’t pick up any other’s. But he did smell fear, worry, hesitation . . . emotions. . . People. There were people all around him.
Wait . . . no.
Something was wrong. They didn’t smell like people.
“—still alive!?”
He flinched—the ringing in his ears faded. He frowned. Whoever they were they spoke english and they stank of panic and fear. He cracked his eyes open to try to get a look at who was talking but he was immediately assaulted with a bright, warm light—sunlight. He squinted his eyes harshly, letting them adjust slowly. Once they did he found his vision was a blurry mess. All he could see were blobs of color and grey, mere outlines and shapes.
Heal up already.
He picked up more noises, sounds like metal scraping against itself. The weight on his chest felt heavier, and the pain got worse.
“Does anypony know where Twilight is?”
“Last time I saw her she was at the library,”
“—ony get the elements! Something’s alive in here!”
More voices, all around him.
What happened? Where was he? And who the hell’s Twili—
Abrupt pain and then relief. The weight on his chest felt lighter.
“—by the sun, what do you think it is?”
Something—or someone—was right next to him, and he could smell it. And he bet a million bucks, the it they were talking about was him.
He scowled, suddenly angry. He was weak—vulnerable in their eyes. He refused to be seen helpless again, not if he could help it.
He had to get up, healed up or not.
His eyes squeezed shut and with all the strength he could muster, he gripped the object pinning him, felt the cool metal against his burning palms and heaved.
Move—move, dammit!
C’mon, just . . . one . . . shove!
“ARRrrrrhhh!!” was that his voice? It sounded half animal.
To his relief, the metal object slid off of him, hitting the dirt with a THUD. His lungs greedily sucked in deep breaths of air. His breaths were raspy, but at least he could breath properly now. A few seconds later he could feel the torn skin on his chest seal itself up. The dark bruises faded away, too. His strength was coming back to him.
“Oh sweet Celestia!”
He forced his eyes open, seeing spots in his vision and rolled over onto his hands and knees. He wobbled, clenching his hands in the loose dirt as he rebalanced himself. He tried to find his voice.
“Stay back,” he managed, his voice a low growl. He shook his head slightly, straining for a louder sound. “Stay back or I’ll cut ya t' pieces.” There, that’s better. Now stare them down.
He leaned back, steadying on his knees. His head swam for a moment but then it cleared. Shapes and colors all merged into one focused image again. He looked around.
Through the thin smoke rising around him he saw faces—strange furry faces. Frightened eyes as big as soccers stared back at him. He saw colors, bright colors—he could pick any color from rainbow and it was in front of him. Some of the creatures were shaking slightly. All of them were gaping at him. They stood on four legs which were oddly uniform in shape. They had large heads, and ears that for many were splayed back on their heads. And they were quite short in stature. Their heads may have only reached his chest if he stood up to his full hight. If he didn’t know better he’d say they looked like. . . horses. . . miniature horses.
All in all, to his eyes, they looked weak, but he had been wrong before. He wouldn’t underestimate anyone; however, their scent alone told him all he needed to know. They were all horrified—not that he blamed them. He probably looked half dead. Felt that way, too.
For a few moments, Logan just kneeled there, staring, completely dumbstruck. They stared back.
There was pure silence.
Then, out of nowhere, he saw something out of the corner of his eye move towards him. Instinctively, he unsheathed his claws.
SNIKT!
His vision tinted red and three cold, razor-sharp blades extended from each hand between his knuckles. He lunged, snarling, and swiped his claws wildly to the left.
Strands of cyan hair drifted to the ground.
“AHHHH!! IT’S A MONSTER!!!!! EVERYPONY RUN!” one of the horses screamed from somewhere next to him.
It wasn't a moment later when he heard a stampede of hooves galloping away, all fleeing as fast as their hooves could take them except for the horse in front of him whom had landed on its rump in terror. It scooted back as far away from him as it could before bumping into a jagged sheet of metal sticking out of the ground. It shook violently in its place, now petrified. He could hear its heart beating rapidly in its chest. Tears began to leak from the corners of its wide eyes and trail down its golden colored fur.
Tears . . .
And like a switch, the red haze faded. Logan breathed heavily, coming back to his senses. The creature was crying.
He had to get a hold of himself. He needed to calm down, he didn’t—didn’t want to let . . .
He calmed his equally rapid beating heart and pushed the raging animal back down—the berserker that urged him to kill. He furrowed his brow, shaking his head. He looked at the creature and noticed the mane in front of its face was cut slanted and glanced at the pieces on the ground. He almost just sliced up an innocent horse. . . thing. He really was in bad shape.
"Please. . . " sounded a desperate whisper in front of him. ". . . please don't hurt me." Its voice petered out to almost nothing. It slid down on all fours and covered it's eyes with its forelegs, shaking. Then it began to sob quietly in front of him.
Logan frowned and growled at himself. He was never good at handling this kind of stuff. He wasn't the most reassuring guy around. And he didn’t exactly give the horse a nice greeting. He sighed and slowly retracted his claws into his arms—the cuts where they priced through his skin sealed.
He leaned back on his heels. "Hey," he began but winced at his own gruff voice. The horse flinched, halting its own whimpers sharply. “Hey, kid . . . look, it's alright. It's alright. I ain't gonna hurt ya." He tried to soften his voice but it only came out in a low grumble.
Logan watched it carefully and after what felt like a minute, the horse shakily peered over its forelegs and glanced at his hands. It blinked a few times and then with either bravery or stupidity it trailed its eyes up to his face. Its impossibly large eyes that were red and puffy looked into his own. He was disturbed—he didn’t like the way it was looking at him.
It was at that moment it hit him.
A cold wave of shock crashed over him as he realized what was happening.
This horse was intelligent. This horse spoke English. This horse had yellow colored fur with a turquoise mane. This horse lived in a world filled with other absurdly colored horses. He was talking with said horse.
Fuck. Where the hell was he. . . ? How did he get here?
What is this place? Where are the other X-Men. . . ? How come he couldn't. . . couldn't remember what he was doing?
"Are. . . are you okay?" The horse looked up at him with slight concern which turned into abrupt fear again when Logan suddenly stood up.
Logan ignored its yelp as he surveyed his surroundings quickly. He saw scraps of metal and concrete everywhere and there was a radius of scorched earth surrounding him. It looked like it all had just appeared there. . . and he had a feeling it did—with him included.
He didn’t think about that for long and instead focused on getting away from there. Judging by the town he saw a distance away, he figured those horses would be back to investigate. Whatever their intentions, he didn’t want to be there when they did. So, he looked past the strange wreckage and saw, opposite of the town, a forest. He made a snap decision and headed towards it. He was healed enough to start a jog, leaving the weird horse behind him. He needed time to think, to be alone by himself without those creepy eyes staring at him.
As he jogged, he focused on his surroundings for any trouble. It was dead silent. He didn't notice any new horses, thankfully. Satisfied, he continued on his path.
After a few minutes he reached the forest edge, made one more glance over his shoulder, and entered without hesitation. He could see some paths trailing through but he avoided them. Instead, he ran straight into the thick foliage.
Even with bulky boots on his feet, he carried himself silently through the forest. Occasionally, his jacket would get caught on a bush and he could feel the scrapes it made on his arms but he wasn’t bothered in the least—he was at home in the woods. The smells, the sounds—it was a place he could be at ease, to let instinct drive him. And right now, it helped clear his head a little.
He felt better already.
He picked up his pace, letting his senses navigate him as he thought about his situation. He tried to remember how he got here. How he ended up in that wreckage. He tried to remember before.
. . .
. . .
Nothing—not a single inkling.
He grumbled. He looked down at the jacket he was wearing. It was the X-Men leather suit he wore on their missions. It was shredded and torn with a large slash on the front—he could see his chest underneath, all healed up. His eyebrows pulled together in confusion. When had he put this on? What sort of mission was he on? Where were the others?
He thought back on the wreckage. It looked a lot like the scraps of a collapsed building, and for the life of him he couldn't remember how he ended up trapped under a pile of debris.
He couldn't remember. . . couldn't. . . remember. . .
"Dammit." he swore bitterly.
What had he forgotten now?
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7-8 days gone by and no comment yet? Goodness. Well Here's the first.
Looks pretty good so far besides a few spelling and grammar errors. Otherwise, its a pretty good start.
Nice
I like it! More please
looks promising.
A good start, felt like it could use more descriptions on his surroundings. What's the city like, is it a city, what's the ponies there look like, ex.- Plus, I guess it's just me being nit picky and stuff, but assuming from what I got about where he is at-that being Canterlot- I'm guessing he's running towards Everfree. I know it's not the only forest next to a village in the entire world but it seems like the only one that Fimfiction writers ever do; any who, you said he got there in a few minutes. If I'm not mistaken Canterlot is on a mountain...several miles away from Ponyville. Then again, this could be any city as it's not stated where it is. I'll wait, but so far what I see is the start to another favorite Fim author.
That's a pretty good start. Can't wait for more.
Ten outta ten so far. Love the mysteriousness on how he got there and I hope to read more.
Another Wolverine fic? Nice, I really like those.
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this was the only typo I discovered.
So all in all it's a pretty good start, I'll be waiting for more.
Oh, it's so fucking cool.
Surprisingly well done. I'm looking forward to more.
It's all fun and games until Celestia loses a wing...
Off to a good start. Looking forward to seeing where this one goes.
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Really? you're going to brought up Onomonopia's version. It is a good wolverine story, but I always been disturb of why they couldn't communicate and besides he left Celestia's condition out the conclusion. Unless he's keeping it for a sequel in the same universe.
I would rather brought up Axel IV's version. Even if it has been cancelled.
I like it, though I saw a few spelling and technical errors. Still, that's what practice is for! Keep writing and you'll only improve.
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Thank you all so much!
I'll admit I was nervous to post this but it seems you guys like it!
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I have read Onomonopia's version and Axel IV's version. Both are great and each have their own styles. And I was devastated when I heard Wolverine: The Equestrian Myth was cancelled, so I started a new story!
Here's to hoping it turns out as great as the others!
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More descriptions? I can do that.
The next chapter should clear up your questions!
". . .another favorite Fim author."
Aww, Thanks! I really hope you like what's to come!
7261258 Don't be so worried dude. It was amazing to read and the way you set the story up seems professional.
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Perhaps in the future I should look into getting proofreaders. . . if that's possible. In the meantime, I'll try my best!
And thank you for the encouragement!
7260068 I was going to leave it an enigmatic comment, but you had to go and spoil it
oh, well, Azera figured it out anyhow. 
And to be honest, I hadn't read the other Wolverine story.
Onomonopia's version did leave a lot of open-ended issues that he might or might not address in his potential sequel--the communication problem, the reason for Logan's barely controlled rage, Celestia's maiming...I'm hoping he does address them in a logical manner for his sequel.
But this one certainly looks like it's going in an interesting direction. Just because someone did a similar story doesn't make this a bad idea to develop. There are plenty of different dynamics at play here, so I'm eager to see how this pans out.
This story has peaked my interest. Here, have a like
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Well Wolverine is one of my favorite Marvel characters. He might not be the most powerful character but he is one of the most interesting. Onomonopia's version got me checking out what Marvel's done with him in the last few years and I gotta say damn.
Out of all the X-Men the one that stays true to Prof. X's dream of humans and mutants coexisting is the most violent of them. His death in the comics was also epic too. And I'm looking forward to what you'll have Logan do in Equestria. And who will be the first pony to bond with him?
Very Interesting, keep it up and will there be more Marvel Characters to come besides Wolverine?
Interesting... I'll track it for now, it's still too early to make a full judgement on whether I'll like it or not, but it has potential.
You have my interest
You got my attention and my interest
Great start. Hope to see more.
Seems good so far, Hopefully it continues that streak.
From what you have so far, this is really entertaining. I can already imagine how all the ponies will react to his healing factor. C=
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God damn it where's the next chapter button
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You'll be able to click it soon
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Man, that voice was just perfect! haha
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Maybe, maybe not. . . you'll just have to read what's to come and find out!
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Those are a lot of story ideas, however, I think I'll only be focusing on this one for a while.
not bad, are you going to continue this?
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Yes!
Man, it feels like I just submitted this! Time goes by so fast, haha. Rest assured, the next chapter is almost done!
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cool, it is just I see so many still born fics, I have learned to to wait with baited breath.
Now, I lurk, waiting for the next update....
I can imagine Logan saying "What they did to me, what I am.....can't be undone. You don't want what I've got." to some pony baddie with the other ponies around. Oh, and I read up on adamantium being resistant to magic and powerful magic on a Marvel dictionary
database thing.
Awesome!
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7340228 post the damn chapter biotch
this good hope you update
A solid narrative. I do believe this is the Wolverine I know.
Piddly Question, just curious. Is he Comic's height (5'4") or movie's height (6'3")
Also was that Raindrops?
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I sure hope so! I absolutely love his character--from the torment with his past to the perpetual struggle with himself, the struggle of the man vs. the animal. I really hope I can express his character and do him justice in this story.
He's comic's height. Personally, I believe this fits his character much better.
And, yeah, funny thing about that. That character was originally going to be Sunshower Raindrops, pulled straight from cannon, but after thinking it over some, I felt I needed to have an original character. Well, as original as it can get anyway. Jasmine will have Raindrops' color scheme since I can't really change that now, but she will not have her wings.
This looks pretty good, nice start to this dude.
7666033 Good start for a story