Hello and welcome to my second try of my Wolverine fan fiction. Plz tell me how you like this one. Thanks. Enjoy.

This can't be happening.

Why is it happening.

I am running. Running for my life. The damp soil of the forest clamping under me. The dark night was scary and the only light was the moon. The forest trees' leaves glimmered and shined. My ratty tennis shoes wore even more with every step away. My breath panted with my movements and my worried ness.

A small tear fell down my cheek. I couldn't turn back now. I was too far into this mess. What did I do to deserve this?

Roots, rocks, and leaves were my running track as I sprinted away. Small tree branches scratched my face. My jeans and sweatshirt protected me from the oncoming dangers. The cold night air made my breath visible.

More tears fell as I remembered what happened.

Why?

Why would this happen to me?!

As I closed my eyes trying to get the images out of my head, I tripped on a large root. Landing hard on the ground, something large jabbed into my side. I'm pretty sure it was a rock. The pain swelled through me and I yelled in pain. I managed, barely, to lift back up and stand. My right hand held my left side where I had landed. I squinted my eyes in pain. I could barely make out a figure arriving close to me.

I grunted once more and fell to the ground this time avoiding the object and laying next to it on my back. I breathed in and out trying to distract myself from the pain.

The figure, I couldn't make out much what he looked like, then approached in my sight line and just before I fell asleep, he said something. I could barely make out what he said, but I think it was something like:

"It's going to be alright."