Portal Trip - Diary of Carl
Chapter 2 - Logan aka Wolverine
So far I have encountered only tragedy and this is my first portal trip. I will not be swayed however. If there is a worse Van Helsing, there will be a better Van Helsing. I still desire respect.
This is what happened.
I appeared in a very technologically advanced city. After initial shock and nearly suffering a painful death at the hands of a...what was it...I heard a man name it “hot dog stand”, I learnt to avoid long stretches between builders that touched the sky. The future appears to be a tricky place – I’m sure this is the future – when you can’t walk without being murdered, spat on, hustled, called a...“fag”...hm, must acquire some form of guide to words.
Going back to the buildings! Oh how marvellous! How do they stand so tall?
I then ran into some trouble. There was a violent gathering marching through the streets. They were all waving banners such as “Kill the mutants” and “Muties go home”. Upon enquiring what a mutant was, a plank of wood bearing a sign landed on my head.
I awoke several hours later, judging by the shadow movement. But I cannot be entirely sure, as these massive sky touching creations blot out the sun. It may have been weeks. Though it is not likely or possible. I may have hit my head harder than I thought...hang on...I thought I just saw Van Helsing...
Aha! It was just as I suspected! I am disappointed with my findings, however. My head was muddled from my fall. I wasn’t thinking clearly, so I may be excused. Whatever it was, relief overcame me and I ran up to him screaming his name. I must admit Van Helsing was somewhat different to what I am used to, though there are similarities.
I will have to investigate if my Van Helsing enjoys a good cigar. I don’t believe so, but I was much shaken.
I was not prepared for his initial reaction.
“What doya want kid?”
“Van Helsing!” I spluttered.
I have received the raised eyebrows routine, but never from Van Helsing! My head was not in its right place, as I said before, so I started blabbering where that hideous haircut had come from. I believe this venture failed in respect gathering.
He cursed at me! Me! This was the end of the line, so I poked him. Serve you right, Van Helsing! Perhaps poking was not a suitable reaction.
I have been witness to claws on my friend before, but...oh...terrible...claws out of his GODDAMN KNUCKLES!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
I felt startled. An understatement, given the above wording.
And he said...snarled more like it...yes...that’s it...
“What’s your problem? Never seen a mutant before?”
I asked him what a mutant was. He started choking me. This Van Helsing was not going to give me any respect! He didn’t even recognise me!!
I was saved suddenly by a voice calling his name. Hah! I will laugh in Van Helsing’s face next I see him. Logan. An odd name. Then ensued a verbal confrontation with man wearing red glasses. An interesting design!
It appears this LOGAN has another name. An apt name if I may say so. Wolverine. I have studied such creatures and decide this is definitely a good word choice for this barbaric man!
I thanked red-glasses extensively, fell over extensively and made my escape. I believe this was a failed venture.
I will not return.
I have not been able to look at my Van Helsing in the same frame of mind since that encounter. I did laugh and call him Logan. This irked him so much that he attempted to frame me as the murderer of one of my books.
Damn Van Helsing.
You will respect me.