Why are none of them moving? he thought. Suddenly, from behind these people who embody most of the horrible things that have occurred to Logan, came several men wielding guns. Hate tinged instinct as Wolverine tensed for the coming fight. These are the same men from the bar. Sebastian raised an arm and motioned the men forward. They attack as one, shooting round after round at him. He lunged forward, claws and teeth bared. Bullets shred his flesh as he continued forward, incapacitating the shooters one by one. The rage swelled and began to color his actions even further. His strokes becoming closer to fatal than before. It will consume him soon. He turns to Sabertooth after dispatching the thugs, smelling the animal in him. The homicidal maniac that has caused him so much grief over the years. The same excuse for a man that Logan thought had killed his former lover, Silver Fox. Logan fights an internal battle as he walks forward, a growl that would alarm a lion escaping his throat, preparing to strike Sabertooth down. Kill him for all he has done, and what he no doubt will do. Sabertooth doesn't even move. Why do they do nothing, the man in him wants to know, and what is wrong with their scents? The animal doesn't care. It wants blood. Their blood. Now. The animal in him strikes now with a roar, slicing Sabertooth from his upper left arm to his lower right abdomen. The man screams in pain, a familiar scream, but Sabertooth has never uttered any sound like that. The man Logan notices, but the animal does not. He prepares to strike again, but Logan will not allow it. Suddenly, Logan was hit with a crimson blast from Sabertooth's eyes that sent him hurtling back against the wall. Paintings came down on his head as he landed, struggling to understand what was going on and Cyclops lapsed into unconsciousness from his wounds. That was Cyclops, I cut him, oh God, no! He strains with his will, one that is indomitable, against the desires of the animal within, raw emotion swirls around rational thought. The man wins, and Logan realizes to his horror what is happening. Someone had been tampering with his senses, altering them, and masking him or herself. He sits for a brief second, shaking the fog from his thoughts. His body mending the damage done him by Cyclops' blast. Wait, Logan thinks. An eerie silence fills the room, as Logan surmises the situation. Shaw is the only one that does not smell different. That's it! The scents are all old, samples taken from some of Wolverine's most feared and hated enemies and used by someone else. Shaw. His eyes focus anew and when they do, tears of hate and disgust well up inside him as he sees Scott unconscious and bleeding, by his own hand. Now all the illusions fall and Logan sees the rest of his enemies melt away and leave behind the people he loves, the X-Men. Shaw would have had Logan kill them all ...

Logan saw another figure standing in the shadows of the upstairs balcony next to Shaw who stands imperiously deciding his next move. Logan knew her scent before he saw her, but this scent is a bit different as well. The scent is not old, but different none the less. Madelyn Pryor. She looks just like Jean, Logan thought. The X-Men are all unconscious, tied to stakes pounded hastily into the floors and wearing inhibitor bands around their necks.

"Logan," Shaw sneered, "I see that our little ruse failed. I was not as confident that it would work as Maddie here, but I thought I'd let her try. You never know, it might have worked." Logan wasted no time, cutting Jean Grey loose from her bonds, and slicing through her inhibitor bands. Jean fell to the floor as Logan jumped up to the landing above him and tackled Shaw. Jean was shaken back to awareness by the impact of hitting the floor and shook her head to clear her thoughts. Madelyn attacked Logan with a telekinetic bolt, pure psionic energy, which he evaded. The energy hit the landing and blew the floor out from underneath all three combatants. Jean reached into Logan's mind and was granted entrance so she could ascertain instantly what the score was and what to do next. Mixed emotions boiled within her as she saw Logan slash Cyclops in his memories. She telekinetically sealed her husband's wounds and stirred the other Xmen, freeing them from their bonds. When Logan landed, it was on top of Shaw, his feet in the regal man's chest, crouched with one hand holding him by his collar, the other poised to send adamantium through Sebastian's cranium.

"You may be able to absorb impact and other types of force, but I doubt you can take getting your melon sliced in pieces, bub. What's it gonna be." Menace dripped from every word as Logan spoke. Shaw looked to his left and saw Madelyn lying unconscious, blood trickling from a head wound suffered in the fall.

"I have no doubt that you can kill me, Xman, but will you? I think not. Although you can be quite feral, as our little experiment has proven today, you are still a hero, and as such, have an inflated sense of honor and conscience. Weaknesses that will one day, if not today, get you killed." Shaw said with his usual air of superiority.

Logan didn't even rise to the weak minded ploy at bringing out his animal side, he was past that now. "You're right Shaw," Logan said, as he slid two of his claws up along both sides of Shaw's face, the growling had subsided now, but his voice was no less intimidating as he continued, "I do have a sense of honor and conscience, but these are no weakness. I have killed and probably will again, and I won't think twice about adding you to the list. Get out." Logan flicked his wrist scarring both sides of Shaw's face with deep, clean cuts.

Shaw screamed with pain and rage as Logan retreated from him posing for further action, the remainder of the Xmen fanned out behind him. Shaw held his wounds in his hands, and shot threatening glances back at them as he gathered up Madelyn in his arms. He picked her up and tried to walk out to his car with as much dignity as he could muster. "This is not over Wolverine." Shaw menaced.

"It never is." replied Logan.