The Best There Is

Wolverine's eye twitched, the mutant trying to stay calm. 'But it's kinda hard to stay calm when there are damn ponies shootin' magic at ya!' he told himself. Beams of magic threatened to burn his skin, but the wounds faded in seconds.

"What are you?" the unicorn asked.

Grabbing the pony by the horn and holding him up easily, Logan gritted his teeth and dropped him swiftly with a small toss. "You don't wanna know. Now, I'm just as confused as you are on what's happenin'. So calm yer ass and le--" he paused, "Grah!" he yelled in pain, feeling something hit his back.

Cracking was heard and Wolverine held the spot, fixing his kicked back instantly, another yell escaping his mouth. He saw the second pony, his legs facing the mutant, a scowl on his muzzle. "Alright... I'm through talkin'." he decided, bringing his arms down. "If ya aren't willing to listen to reason, I guess we gotta do things the hard way."

"Just tell us why! Why did you kill them?" one of them pleaded, wiping the tears from their eyes, refusing the urge to vomit.

Logan grunted, "Fer the last time, it wasn't me. I found 'em like this!" he snarled in annoyance over their stubbornness. "Now, are ya willin' to listen?"

"No... Not to you." the pony whispered, raising a hoof to Wolverine. The X-aman huffed and grabbed the pony's limb, tightening his grip on it. The unicorn was about to shoot Logan, but he spun around and threw the pony aside, tanking the spell with ease.

Wolverine thought, 'Can't use my claws here. If I rough 'em up too bad, that'll just put a pony army in my trail probably. And that's the last thing I need right now no matter how goddamn stupid that sounds. Once I get 'em outta my hair, I'm lookin' for whoever did this. And I have six different ways of makin' them pay.'

Logan reared his fists back and punched the unicorn clean in the jaw, pushing him back. The pony spat a little blood and wiped his muzzle, unable to respond to the mutant's knee, which connected with his jaw as hard as he could.

The second pony tried to tackle him, wrapping his hooves around the X-Man's neck. Logan began to feel the oxygen escape his body. With no other option, he revealed his claws and stabbed the pony's hooves, making him scream and release Wolverine. With a grunt, Wolverine sheathed his claws and headbutted the stallion, knocking him unconscious.

"Egh..." grunted the X-Man, rubbing his now aching forehead from the blunt force of the attack, seeing the pony fall to the floor with his eyes closed. As the unicorn staggered up, he kneeled down and put two fingers somewhere and listened to his chest, "Still alive. Alright." he sighed before feeling a stinging pain he was starting to recognize now.

Annoyed, Wolverine stood up and cracked his neck, "Bub... Do ya really wanna try me? I ain't in the mood." he threatened, cracking his knuckles, putting his fists in his palms.

"T-They were my friends." he sniffled. 'Just don't kill me. Please..."

Wolverine smirked, "I ain't gonna kill ya. Trust me, not in the mood right now."

The unicorn gulped in fear as Wolverine's fist neared him. He tried to take a step back and hit Logan again with magic, despite now knowing it was a futile effort. Wolverine's head moved back before leaning forward again. "Now ya made a mistake, bub." he taunted the unicorn with disgust. "I am sick of these little magic games." he decided.

The unucorn gulped, leaning onto a tree as he gulped, seeing Wolverine's fist reared back. The last thing he saw was the mutant's fist coming towards him before black enveloped his vision and drifted to unconsciousness, his body limp and snoozing on the floor falling on his stomach.

With the time to make a sneaky escape, Wolverine darted off deeper into the woods, hoping to find answers as to who was behind this. He used his enhanced senses in order to track where the culprit wound up. He just hoped that he wasn't too late and anyone else suffered the wrath of this monster. He left the unconscious bodies of the ponies he fought there, hoping they would have no way to track or follow him, as he'd be long gone hopefully.

The X-Man leaned on a tree, holding his chest, the feeling of the burning magic still linering slighty on his body. He inhaled sharply, getting the scent of his target. 'North.' he sniffed again, 'I'm thinkin' something's nearby,'

With that thought, Wolverine ran on, not intending to stop. Unfortunately, things started to get difficult for Logan as he looked to the sky, seeing the sun's now orange glow and the clouds darken. "Damn it. Runnin' outta time here before I run outta good daylight." he muttered to himself.

Needing a moment, Logan saw a ravine and walked towards it, cupping his gloved palms. He reached his hands to his mouth and sipped the water he caught, rehydrating himself for the moment. He may be immortal and indestructble, but he could use the energy, 'Especially when I have no fucking clue what to expect. Could be more ponies, hell, for all I know, there could be goddamn dragons and other mythical creatures Goldilocks slayed with his hammer.' he mused, reminded of a fellow Avenger.

Sitting down, Wolverine removed his cowl for a moment, deciding his face needed the air. He wiped the sweat from his brow and extra lengthy hair. "This has been some day." he muttered, looking at the Warp Crystal. "And I have no clue as to who came here first. They better not be expectin' me. Maybe Summers." he groaned, standing back up and looking back in the direction he was heading, wondering if there was any food to scavenge,

Shaking his head, Logan told himself, 'But I ain't eatin' until I figure out where this mystery killer is. He's givin' me a bad image already. Heh. Guess I never left home then.'

With determination and a deadline by the descending Sun, Wolverine continued on, getting nearer to his next stop with each second.

He had no name.

He had little to no memories.

The Wolverine clone wandered the forest. Alone. Ever since the battle against that horse, he had been aimless. After all, he had one goal: to kill his prey. And ever since he wound up here, he only found small animals. That wasn't enough for his bloodlust. He needed more to be satisfied.

For some reason, there were small thoughts in his head beyond his initial programming and apparent purpose of existing. The word Wolverine was etched into his primitive brain as was Beserk and X. as he always was. It meant nothing to him. All he cared was his goal. His purpose for existing. To be a weapon.

With a huff, the clone got to all fours and sniffed the air, using his strange senses to find any prey.

Nothing.

Beserk Wolverine growled, slamming his fists onto the floor. No. He was not used to this location for some reason, nor his senses. He just needed to continue and walk on, intending to reach the town he was in and finish the purple horse that put him in this foreign and confusing situation.

He needed to kill.