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Uncomfortable. An adjective that the newly born William Howlett used an unknown number of times in his mind the last year to describe his situation.

Acting came natural due to his past life. It was the helpless feeling that overwhelmed him. The helplessness that he swore he would never face again in his second chance at life.

It reminded him of how he fell from the skyscraper rather than be torn apart by the rightfully angry mob that seemed to barrel over his guards like the ant tide from his least favorite Indiana Jones movie.

All the wealth at his fingertips couldn't stop the fury from families of the victims he was indirectly responsible for.

Greed was his downfall.

As an orphan he had no familial love, just the fake emotions from his foster home parents waiting for the stipend from the government that would inevitably be used for their own selfish interests.

He was the knock-off Harry Potter without all the great magic and inheritance. It was only right that he take what he needs from others and build something out of it that could help his suffering.

As he reminisces on his past life his body proceeds to remind him that he is just a baby at the moment.

The stink from what his mother calls an "oopsy" and his father "not my problem" is made known and wafts through the doorway and into the maids nose.

After the embarrassing change of clothes he lays there and schemes.

The scheming goes on until he hears his mother welcome his father home. Both of them arrive at the doorway as his father, a slim built man wearing his suit, smiles gently at him while his mother picks him up.

"Has he been moving and causing you any trouble?"

The maid who takes care of William responded respectfully to his father's question,

"He's been a pleasant little one every day and today Mr. Howlett."

"Good to hear Margaret."

As his mother passes him over to his father, she starts softly speaking to her husband,

"I heard that Thomas recently had a child. Unfortunately, the mother died in childbirth and poor Victor almost died too. Now it is just the two of them."

As his father peers into William's eyes he just murmurs a "hmm".

Not one to give up, Elizabeth leans slightly on his side,

"He's been our groundskeeper for years, and now that he has a son, don't you think it would be a good idea to introduce William to Victor in a year or two? Maybe even be a little more lax on how much Thomas has to work each day?"

After giving it a little thought he nodded his head slightly,

"I think it's a good idea for the two boys to be acquainted, however I cannot lower Thomas' burden for the moment. You know how large the manor grounds are. I'll see about hiring another hand in the meantime."

Elizabeth lowered her head and frowned unnoticeably.

While both parents were talking William was trying to unravel the sense of Deja vu he was feeling from the conversation.

However, it only took a few minutes of thinking before his body reminded him he needed sleep and his eyes started squinting.

Noticing this, his father gently placed him in the crib and left the room, his mother following along.

Sleep hit William like a jackhammer as he drifted into dreamland.

—

Years passed by in a blink as six year old William was playing with his toddler brother James as Victor did his best to help his father around the manor grounds.

The Howlett family noticed early on that James was a sickly child so William was always gentle with his younger brother.

Not that it was difficult, William never having any blood relationships in his past life or a true family like the current one.

As William was playing with James he felt a muscle spasm in his foot that wouldn't go away even when he sat down to massage it.

The spasm only started getting worse, with more parts of his body starting to spasm until even the muscles in his tongue were starting to twist painfully.

He couldn't control any part of his body and even saying anything was impossible. Victor was the first to notice and ran to his dad who threw down the sickle and rushed over to his body which was having a seizure that would give doctors nightmares.

Thomas could only gently drag William by his shirt to the front porch while Victor led the bawling James by the hand to the inside of the manor to alert Mrs. Howlett.

At this point Mrs. Howlett had already made it to the front door after hearing James' bawling from the second floor balcony where she was reading a book.

The only option they could come up with was to grab the linens from one of the guest rooms to put around William to hopefully mitigate the bruising he would get from thrashing, while Thomas tried to hold him down without hurting him.

As the maid was gathering the linen William suddenly stopped and his eyes that were rolled back into his head readjusted as he took a shuddering breath in a mix of relief and wonder.

His mother Anne was sobbing as she wrapped him in her arms while William was enjoying what feels like being reborn again, only better and less messy.

His senses were dialed to eleven and even more astonishing he could feel every part of his body down to the nucleus in his cells.

The disturbing part however was how his subconscious mind was telling him that he didn't need to be whole to function. As if there was some force that he could use to obliterate the bones in his hand only for them to regrow.

And it would give him power.

William was sent reeling by this information as the revelation of who he is popped into his mind.

The pieces started connecting together.

The century he was in, his sickly brother James, last name Howlett.

He's the brother of Wolverine.

—-

Later on that night after a lot of reassurance from him and the checkup from the family's friend who was a doctor, William lay in bed awake while his brother James slept peacefully.

William thought about the situation he was in and started preparing contingencies for when the showdown between his biological father Thomas and his current father would happen.

However William wanted to double check that his facts were straight and Thomas was actually his father.

Rather than spend an untold amount of time trying to figure out how to do that without causing the confrontation in advance, he turned to his newly emerged power.

Theoretically he can sacrifice a body part of his to gain a power related to its function or its physical makeup. And with the regeneration factor similar to his brothers it could heal eventually.

Going a step further could he sacrifice aspects of himself such as his emotion's or his presence on the timeline? If so, what powers could he gain from doing this?

'Start small, don't go overboard…yet.'

Psyching himself up, William sacrificed the blood in his pinky finger.

He could feel it become numb for a couple seconds before blood circulation started to kick in and the feeling returned.

Meanwhile he instinctively used the blood's power to create phantom lines that only he could see that would stretch to his living blood tie relationships in his surrounding area.

One line started to stretch from him and one went straight towards his brother James, the future wolverine, while three more emerged from him and left in two different directions.

One to the bedroom above him where his parents slept.

And finally two went towards the guest house that the groundskeeper Thomas lived in.

The lines stayed for a few more seconds before vanishing.

'So I was right. Poor Dad, he got cucked three times.'

Now that he verified his suspicions, William decided to experiment a little more with his powers.

'It has to be something that isn't outwardly obvious so no one suspects anything. Maybe one of my eardrums.'

He then focused on his left eardrum and willed it gone. If someone was looking directly at his eardrum with an otoscope they would see it start to disappear like someone used an eraser on a drawing.

When it disappeared after a couple seconds he could hear everything down to the smallest detail in a several mile radius.

The pain from the sensory overload made him grit and grind his teeth so hard they started chipping then regenerating over and over again.

He could hear a squirrel a mile away stuffing an acorn into the hole of a tree, a horse scratching its hooves in the barn on the other side of the manor grounds and Thomas's drunken snoring was particularly loud.

Going even more extreme, the subtle vibrations that objects made against surfaces allowed him to recreate an image of his surroundings in the house.

The agony and wonder mixed together made him pass out unconscious.

A hideous smile filled with pain was etched on his face as he laid there during the night.