Author's Note

I apologise if this chapter seems rushed and poorly written in any way, I'm a bit stressed with exams at the moment. Please comment whatever you like so I know what to improve on. Happy reading!
- I have edited this very slightly so there are a few minor changes

A Strange Encounter

Logan grunted loudly as he shifted around on the cold floor, puzzled, hurt and barely even awake. He is badly cut with atrocious, gaping wounds pouring a waterfall of blood. It was a miracle that he could even lift an eyelid after the amount of blood that he had lost.

Gathering up all the strength he could manage to collect, the muddled man attempted to stand up from lying on the floor, but he failed to do so. It hadn’t occurred to him that his healing factor wasn’t working as he was too busy trying to get off the floor. After several attempts, he eventually gave up, which was unlike Logan as he would typically moan and lose his temper by now.

He rested his hands on his stomach, slowly losing consciousness. When he moved his hands, he noticed the amount blood that covered him. Baffled and confused, he soon realised his side had been impaled with what seems to be a large wooden plank.
“Fuckin’ brilliant….” Logan groaned. It had become a struggle for him to even talk because of how fatigued he had become.

His hands gripped the plank firmly and he struggled to pull out the long wooden object.
Getting angry, he gripped even tighter, screaming as he used all the power in every muscle in his body to get out the wooden plank. His animal-like roar echoed throughout the room as the plank slowly shifted out from his body. Logan noticed how deep it had impaled him as his gaping wound spurt out blood like a tsunami.

It took a while for his healing factor to kick in, but it wasn’t doing the job very quickly at all. The cuts, scratches, holes and bruises in his body were still visible, the blood however calmed down a bit.
Logan looked around, trying to process where he is, but it was very hard to make out the room he was in due to his blurred vision and dizziness.

“This… Isn’t… Home…” He grumbled softly with a muddled look on his face, blinking constantly.
“W… Where… Am… I?…”

Logan looked down at his body to see that he was covered in more wooden planks and what seemed to look like… Hay?
“Am… I in a… Barn?” He wondered, finding it slightly easier to talk.

After a couple more minutes of lying helplessly on the floor, Logan finally made another attempt to get his weak body on his feet.
Logan roared in pain as he pushed his body away from the floor, using his blood-covered hands. Eventually he made it on his feet, though it was incredibly difficult for him to keep his balance.

He continued to groan in severe pain, trying to regain his balance. Still half-conscious, it was necessary for him to use his current surroundings as support. Logan dragged his limp body at snail pace to the wall of the building he was in.

"Fuck…” Logan moaned, loudly. He looked upwards, seeing a large hole in the roof and directly below is where he woke up.
“I… Fell through there?” He asked himself, staring at the hole while squinting his eyes from the bright rays of sunlight coming from outside.

“Something isn’t right…” He stated, beginning to head to what he hopes is a door. His vision is ever so slowly adjusting back to it’s original state, but it’s not currently perfect. The several wounds on his arms, abdomen, head and legs still hadn't closed up, he had no idea why it was taking such a long time.

Logan’s vision wouldn’t become any clearer than it was, but he tried to make out a clear image of his surroundings. He was definitely in a barn, but he just had no idea where. Also, his other wounds still hadn’t closed, he had to use his hands to prevent as much blood from pouring out as possible. Before he managed to reach the door, he could hear a faint sound of footsteps emerging from the outside of the barn. The more Logan listened, the more the footsteps actually sounding like trotting.

“That’s odd…” He said to himself quietly. All of sudden, the barn door swung open to reveal… A horse?

“WHAT IN TARNATION?!” The unusual orange coloured horse exclaimed. Logan fell on his back in shock as he heard the horse speak English. He took a moment to check if what he saw and heard was real or not.

“What in the hay are ya?!” It asked, both scared and puzzled. Logan completely ignored the question.
“Why the fuck can you talk? Where the fuck am I? Why are you orange? What’s your name?” He asked in a deep, intimidating yet scared voice. The horse edged closer to Logan slowly.
“Ah… Er… Mah name is Applejack…” It informed him.
“Applejack? Y-You’re an orange horse… Female and southern by the sound of it… Somebody fuckin’ pinch me…” Logan asked, whilst getting back up. His injuries seemed to have almost completely healed now as they were not causing much of a problem anymore. The shock must have kicked his healing factor back into gear. Even though it was finally working, it just wasn't working very well.
“Did you just say somebody?” She asked, knowing that what she asked was the wrong thing to be concerned about.
“Yeah.” He replied, questionably. “Answer my questions! Why the FUCK can you talk?” He screamed.
Applejack cringed at the foul language Logan was using.
“Uh... What do ya mean? Everypony can talk!” She responded.
“Wait… There are more of you freaks?” Logan wondered, the gears in his head breaking as he is struggling to comprehend the situation.
“Um... Yeah. And... W-We ain’t freaks!” She told him firmly.
“Of course not.” He sarcastically responded.
“What… Are you?” She continued.

Logan breathed heavily as he was beginning to get frustrated.
“What am I?” He said, with a frown. “What the fuck am I? Good question. I’m the Wolverine…” As soon as he finished his sentence, he slowly extended his arms with a terrifying smirk as three razor sharp claws emerged slowly from each hand. He sheepishly groaned in pain as he remembered that his healing factor still wasn’t working very well. Applejack took a few steps, wide-eyed and jaw-dropped, before turning around completely and dashing outside of the barn in a full sprint.

Logan had become weak. The extending of his claws had created wounds in his hands that his healing factor had a hard time dealing with. Also, too much blood had been lost as it still continued to pour out of Logan’s almost-but-not-yet-closed impalement wound, he could feel himself losing strength in his legs. Eventually, they completely gave up as he suddenly hit the floor with a loud thud. His vision almost went completely black as he hit the floor, but it was just a matter of time before he was out cold.