Marvel: Mr. President

Chapter 88: Life Before The Power

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1 Week Later,

Logan was brought out of the tank after the completion of the process. Hector arrived just in time to stop him from rampaging. "Calm down, boy. You're safe and secure. Look around you,"

Logan was probably dreaming about his earlier life, not a day used to go by when someone didn't try to kill him back then.

"Woof!" Moony came to help, knowing Logan was very fond of him.

It worked as he called his name, "Moony?"

"*Sigh* You nearly stabbed Erskine. Now put some clothes on, I have no interest in seeing your pecker." Hector threw robes at him and walked out of the castle in Funhouse.

Logan followed behind. "Ugh... I feel... my arms are pulling me down,"

"Of course you do, your bones in your arms are coated with one of the strongest metals in the Universe. It is nearly indestructible. Come and try to slash me with your new claws, let's see if they can hurt my sexy body," he said in a challenging tone.

Logan first tried to see his new claws. He extended them out, "It's more painful than before,"

But, they were a lot more beautiful too. Strong metal-like, polished as well. They had a nice shine to them. Before, his claws used to look like bones, now they were works of deadly art.

"I like them," Logan commented.

"Well, give it a try first, try to chop some stones or something," Erskine suggested.

Logan walked to a boulder twice his size. Deciding to go full power, he swung his claws at it, "HAA..."

*Whistle* Hector liked it. It made no sound at all and yet the boulder was cut into three pieces. "Smooth like butter."

"Woof!" Moony also went ahead and slammed his body on a boulder, destroying it into pieces. He proudly stood, ~See, I am strong too,~

"Haha, of course, you are, your booty slam killed so many in Vietnam. But, Logan, fight me now." Hector said. He wanted to test the limits of his body and see if he could withstand one of the strongest metals in the Marvel Universe.

"All right, old man. You asked for this," Logan lept at him, both his claws aiming at him. It was his iconic move.

Hector didn't move and let Logan attack. *SLASH*

There was silence for a few seconds. Hector looked down at his stomach, a bead of sweat flowed down his forehead. ~I need to get stronger now, it seems.~

Logan's both claws were resting inside his stomach, pierced through his skin, not as easily but still, if anybody has a weapon made of Adamantium then they can possibly behead him.

"Does it hurt?" Logan asked.

"Yes, a bit. But I will heal in a matter of seconds. But I do need to get stronger it seems. Erskine, you have a lot more Adamantium left, right? I want to cover my whole skeleton with it, even Moony's. Unlike Logan, my healing abilities are not biological but somewhat magical." He ordered.

"WOOO!" Moony was excited and started tippy-toeing. ~I be Ironmoony?~

"Of course, you will be the goodest iron boy. But, I will need a short vacation from my job if I have to do this. Logan, you will be safeguarding Kennedy while he works as the acting president. Over the past 5 years, 500 assassination attempts have been made against me. Sad for them, they are never successful." Hector ordered him.

But the good thing that came out of these assassination attempts was that now the secret service has work to do. After all, it didn't matter that the president was unkillable. If any attempt on the president's life was made, it was a failure for them. Hence, now they have started to work on building new technology and strategies to secure the president's surroundings.

"When are we heading to space?" Logan inquired.

"In eighty-eight. I am coming up with a scheme to head out to space. If we are successful, it might just be the best thing since I became the president." A shrewd evil smile appeared on Hector's face.

Logan felt a shiver run down his body, "I hate it when you make this face."

"Bwahaha... of course, let's go now. It's time for Jean's classes."

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Hector wanted to get into the tank and inject the Adamantium into his body. But a piece of truly sad news came on 30th January 1982. One of the most colourful personalities in the United States passed away at the age of 100.

The funeral that took place had all the Military Honours that a man of his standing should have. Franklin Delano Roosevelt finally closed his eyes, never to open them again.

Hector was lucky enough to have a last talk with him the night before he died. It was saddening, as he never really had friends in his past life until Satan showed up. So, Roosevelt was an important person to him.

But the man refused to take the super-soldier serum to prolong his life no matter how much he was persuaded. Some people were just too stubborn.

Hector didn't give a long speech as that would be being too pretentious. He just thanked the old man for his service and saw as he was laid to rest in the ground. People started wondering when Hector's number would come, after all, he was older than Roosevelt.

After the burial, he went to the Funhouse dimension with Moony to get stronger. Putting Adamantium on his body won't do much to increase his output but it will make him more durable. Meanwhile, Moony's claws will be upgraded and his too when in wolf form.

"See you in a week, Erskine." He jumped into the water tank and lost consciousness soon after.

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When he was resting in the tank, his body may be unconscious but his mind was still alive. For some reason, after Roosevelt's death, he was reminded about his days in his past life.

He particularly relived the day that changed his life, the day that made him love Moony like his son. The day he was ready to give up.

He was in his apartment back in New York. It had been years since he lost his legs in Vietnam. But, the 4th of July of that year was a day full of sadness for him. He had just found out that the woman he thought was interested in him was just into his money. Hearing her calling him a legless sack of meat from the connected phone in another room broke him up.

There wasn't much in his life that made living interesting. It was an era before the internet. Television, comics and such things could only keep a man entertained for so long. In the end, humans are social creatures, they long for intimacy, connection and love.

Old, depressed and lonely, he tied a strong rope to the steel beam on the roof of the room. He pushed his bed under it and put the rope around his neck. He was going to push himself from his bed, it was going to be certain death from the short-fall and snap.

His whole life flashed in front of his life. There wasn't anything he achieved in his life, the medal of honour was as useless as the remains of an old truck from an era long gone. His hands shivered, for it was the last time he'd be seeing the light of the day. His mind went empty after that, it was just blank emptiness, there was no happiness, as life had been quite merciless.

"Woof!"

But, just when he was about to push himself off, a small 2-month-old husky pup jumped towards him and sat down on what was left of his lap. He barked and licked his chin excitedly.

"Bow...!"

Those barks, they were small and cute. But each time he barked and licked, Hector's resolve to end it all diminished. He caressed the good boy and soon Moony fell asleep on his lap, looking cute and calm.

At that moment, his mind only thought about him, ~Who says nobody cares for me when I have this sweet boy. Moony loves me unconditionally.~

The thought of what would happen to Moony if he died always kept him going and a few years later he met Satan and life changed completely.

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Back at the Funhouse Dimension, a week went by. Hector's eyes opened in an instant, ~I will never be that pathetic self ever again,~

He understood now why Logan had gone crazy. Like he saw his worst memory, Logan must have too. He quickly stood up and looked at Moony. The good boy was already up and playing with the water in the tank by tapping his paws on it.

~Haha, he's still the same even after gaining so much intelligence.~ he thought.

He quickly took off all the machine monitors and pipes connected to his body. He jumped towards Moony, "Boy, wanna play?"

~ALWAYS!~ Moony barked.

And there they went. Moony and Hector played in the large tank, throwing water at each other, wrestling and trying to drown each other for a second.

"Oye, Erskine, throw me a ball." He ordered.

Erskine, who was standing close by looking at it all, also jumped into the pool. "I've never done such a childish thing but it seems fun."

*BAM*

Moony slammed his paw on Erskine's forehead and pushed him into the water, "Woof!"

The guy's mood changed in an instant, "That hurt, what did he say?"

Hector laughingly translated, "Bwahaha... he's calling you a sissy."

Erskine stared at Hector, "I-I don't believe you. It's you who said it."

"Hah, even if I did, what then? After all, it wasn't me who couldn't get his tool up when the most gorgeous hooker was giving you a lapdance." he mocked.

Erskine shook his head, "I am a man from the old days, I can't feel lustful for a woman I don't love, that's all."

"Huh, sissy. Moony, tackle this old pickle."

*BAM*

And boxer Moony once again drowned Erskine. The guy was buff but was still no match for the goodest boy of the Omniverse, the saviour and son of Hell's Inquisitor.

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