The Best There Is

New York

Logan coughed loudly, feeling the pain in his stomach subside and knew that his healing factor will fix him up in a moment. He inhaled sharply, his senses kicking back and remembering what he was doing. He could hear faint voices, as though he was being mocked. He always hated being mocked.

'The hell? Where am I?'

He opened his eyes under his cowl, seeing that he was tied to a chair. He was unable to move for a moment. But that was all the time he needed. He remembered what knocked him out cold. 'Tear gas. Explains why I went out cold.'

Logan saw four people standing in front of him. All having smug looks on their faces. Each of them held a weapon. "Look at that. We managed to catch ourselves a hero." one of them boasted, punching Logan in the face. The mutant merely moved his face to the side, choosing not to reveal his powers yet.

"Heh heh. Don't look so tough now, huh?"

Instead of talking, Logan merely ripped apart the ropes binding his arms and stretched his limbs. "So... Wanna try that again, bub?" he asked sarcastically, clearly unamused. He rubbed his neck and cheek, the pain felt for a moment now gone.

One of them charged after him in anger. In response, Logan merely uppercutted him in the face, kmocking hm back hard onto the floor with a thud. He then was shot by someone holding a rifle, making him fall on his back.

Logan growled, holding his chest. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, digging his fingers into where he was shot, while the gangsters were looking away. Blood covered his fingertips as he got into the wound and found a bullet and dropped it on the ground, he coughed, feeling the hole cover itself.

He pushed himself up after rolling to his stomach. The four turned around, seeing him stand up. Logan rubbed his knuckles and cracked them and his neck, ready for a fight. "Ya oughta do better than that to put me down." he teased.

"What the hell are you?" one of the gangsters asked, clearly nervous over seeing the man they just shot in the stomach getting up and the bullet wound healing.

Logan smirked, his arms at his sides. His flicked his wrists down and a distinct sound was heard as three metal claws began to reveal themselves from his knuckles.

SNIKT!

"I'm the Wolverine."

With a yell, Wolverine lunged at the man, driving his claws into the stomach of the man as hard as he could. "Grah!" he grunted, removing his claws through his sides, tearing apart his gut. He turned around, feeling bullets pass through his body. He gritted his teeth, more annoyed than in pain.

Wolverine slashed his claws at the man shooting at him, cutting off his hand, making him scream in a panic. He tried to use his other hand, but Logan stabbed through his arm and stabbed the man's chest, creating a puddle of blood from contact before yanking the metal appendages from him, creating an even bigger mess.

Someone else tried to hit his head with a bat. That only made Logan flinch and face the floor for only a second. He then drove his claws up the man's chin and through his brains, a shocked expression frozen on his face, killing him instantly.

"Now, I'm gonna ask ya once again nicely." he threatened the last gangster alive. "Where's the damn kid?" he grabbed him by the collar and slammed his back to a wall. "Unless ya wanna end up like yer pals over there?" he tempted.

"What a-are you talking about?" the man asked. Wolverine growled, bringing his fist underneath the man's head. "P-Please don't..." he pleaded. Logan turned around, looking at the blood covering the floor, the dead men and the limb he cut off.

"Now... I didn't ask to get drugged by yer annoyin' asses, yet here I am. So, yer either gonna tell me where the kid is." he paused, bringing a claw up on the side of his face, slightly scratching it enough so that blood dripped down his cheek. "Or we're gonna see if you're lucky." he hissed loud enough to be heard.

The man raised his hands, "A-Alright! The kid's in the other room! You can take him!" he begged, "But please l-let me live!"

Wolverine snarled and scrunched his face, giving the man an angered glare. Without hesitation, he revealed his other claws, stabbing the man right there. Logan sheathed his claws again, seeing the man's body fall to the floor. "Scum." was all the X-Man said before walking away, looking at a reflection of himself in a mirror. He saw that his costume was covered in blood as was his knuckles.

'Chuck said there was a mutant kid here, the scum of this world never cease to amaze me, thinkin' they could just kidnap 'em for their own deeds. They're the kinda people I don't regret takin' from this world. Now, they better hope the kid's still alive. Otherwise, I'll be pissed. And then I'll go after the rest of their gang.'

Looking away, Logan found a door and kicked it, removing it from its hinges and sending it flying across the room. There in the bland white room, he saw two things. On a table was a crystal, something which he'd have to take back to the mansion for investigation. And the second, the reason he was here. The kid. He was bound to a chair, and a gag covering his mouth.

Wolverine sneered, disgusted at what he was seeing. He walked to the kid and revealed one claw, using it to free the kid's limbs and he gently removed the gag. He heard the child cry and wrapped an arm on his back, calming him. "Yer gonna be fine, kid." he assured, "I'm gonna take ya someplace safe."

He saw the child's tears run down his face and respond with a silent nod. "Now. Any reason why these punks would take ya from yer home?" he questioned.

"I can h-harness energy... Th-They wanted me to u-use that crystal so they could go anywhere. B-But I only charged it to a set destination, and only one person used it..."

"Go anywhere?" Logan repeated. "Hm... Ya said someone already used it. Kid, close yer eyes. I'm gonna take ya outta here first alright?" he assured. The kid did as he told and covered his eyes, Logan eased up knowing the child couldn't see the bloodbath.

'Logan. Did you find the child?'

Wolverine heard the elder voice in his head and continued the conversation, 'Yeah. I'm gonna take him outside real quick. He's able to harness energy. Used it to charge some kinda crystal with someone already in wherever it took 'em. I'm gonna head to where it went and follow before things get messier.'

'Very well.' Xavier said, 'I will send Scott to retrieve the child from the police station. Good luck, Logan.'

Once they were outside in an alleyway, Logan placed a hand on the kid, telling him to open his eyes. Wolverine spoke, "Now... I want ya to go to the police stayion. A guy named Scott Summers is gonna pick ya up and take ya somewhere where you won't get hurt."

"What about you?" the kid asked before running.

Wolverine held the crystal, "Ya said someone's used this. I'm gonna go in after 'em." he held the crystal tighter, feeling energy around his body. A moment later, he vanished in a bright light.

Equestria

"Hey, Twilight." said Spike, walking into the library where the lavender alicorn was reading. Her gaze looked up from the book and her attention was on the dragon.

"Yes, Spike?" replied Twilight.

"Princess Celestia sent me a letter." he opened up the scroll in his claws. "It said something about a magic surge. Similar to that of a crystal kept hidden in Equestria and to be careful. Do you know what's she's talking about?"

Twilight hummed, "I think she's talking about those crystals I read about. But they require a lot of energy to even be used for travel to create an energy surge for her to be concered about. I'll have to look into it soon. Does it say anything else?"

"No, I think that's it."

The alicorn smiled, "Alright. Thanks, Spike."

"No problemo, Twi. Should we get the girls and explain this?"

"Soon. Just let me wrap up work around here,"

Wolverine felt his entire body afloat something. He felt weightless for some reason. But what really concerned him was his inability to breathe. He wheezed as loud as he could. 'Holy shit...' he thought. He pushed his body upwards, finding himself in a pond in a cavern of sorts.

He panted, keeping himself afloat as best he could. He started swimming and reached ground. He pushed himself out of the small pond and coughed water out of his lungs, "God damn it..." he exhaled, "Of course I end up in fuckin' water. Nearly drowned."

Logan stood up, noticing that the crystal was still in his possession. "Alright. Think I found myself in the wilderness. Again. Egh." he stomped forward, looking at a bunch of wood covering his only exit. He unsheathed his claws and broke apart the old and flimsy wood, making himself an exit.

Once he stepped outside, Logan took notice of the forest. "Huh. Looks like home." he snarked. "Now, let's see what scent I'm dealin' with." he sniffed the air, but something was off, "The hell? This is new. Should be able to spot a difference right away, but... Everything I'm sensin' is new." he growled, "Damn crystal took me to another world."

Wolverine then walked ahead, "Looks like I'm doin' things the old fashioned way until I figure things out."

Back in the cave Logan just exited, all seemed calm. But a noise echoed. It was a splash and something popped out of the water. It was a hand, with three metal claws protruding. A feral scream echoed loudly. Something came out of the pond.