Third Story for X-men and I'm still loving Sabertooth. I'm just testing this story. If you like it, I'll continue it, if no one reviews, then I'll just delete this and pretend it never existed. Anyway, please enjoy! ^^
Part One: I'M WATCHING YOU
The first time I met him, I was making my way back to my apartment. It was raining and I had forgotten to bring my umbrella with me, so I had no choice but to let the rain spatter against my head. It was cold and dark. There were only a few people walking along the streets. I turned a corner, alone and that's when I saw him. He was a tall, huge, scary man. His eyes were dark, his hair was brown and he looked perfectly normal, except for the fact that he had abnormally sharp claws and teeth.
I didn't know him and I hadn't seen him. He didn't know me either and at that time, he had his back turned to me. His claws wouldn't have bothered me since I had seen a lot of mutants running around the city, but what troubled me the most was the horrible scene in front of me. My knees felt like rubber at that time. It seemed like I had even forgotten how to breathe. My heart kept on pounding and I was almost certain that he could hear it. Right there, in front of me, was a guy, who seemed to be the type of guy who would kill without any second thoughts, holding another poor innocent nerdy looking guy by the throat. Blood stained the brick walls. Puddles of blood were everywhere and dead bodies surrounded him. The whole place stunk of blood and it made me feel nauseated. I wanted to throw up.
The nerdy looking guy spotted me and a flash of hope glimmered in his eyes, but the fear was still overwhelming. I could sense it from meters away. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to run and forget what I saw, but I couldn't just leave the poor guy behind.
Suddenly, the other guy, the scary one, seemed to have felt my presence. Slowly, he turned around, his eyes resting on me. It made my spine tingle. Right on the spot, I was so scared that I could possibly faint. I sucked in my breath, as if I believed that if I would just be still and quiet, he would just ignore me. But instead, a smirk crept across his face and without much effort, he snapped the poor guy's neck.
That was the last straw. The blood everywhere seemed to cling to me. The smell filled my nostrils, suffocating. My vision was becoming blurry. My head was screaming for me to run for my life, but my foot wouldn't move. The scary guy started walking towards me. His footsteps echoed noisily in the deserted street. At that time, I thought that I would definitely die. Images of when I was younger flashed inside my mind. I didn't want to die yet. There were still things that I want to do. I want to experience going to London to watch Cats. I want to go skiing. I want to publish my own book. I want to have children. I wanted to have a husband.
When the guy was almost a meter away from me, that was when everything went black. Everything was still and quiet. There was nothing. Not even a sound. I didn't feel pain like what I had expected. Maybe death wasn't so bad after all.
But that was only the beginning...
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When I awoke, I was lying on my bed in my room with my pajamas on. It was still dark outside. The rain spattered against my window and the wind was howling. It was cold despite the fact that I was under the covers of my bed. I couldn't remember how I got there. Was the scary guy real? I wasn't so sure now, but the memory was still fixed inside my head that it was almost real. Was he a dream? A figment of my imagination? An illusion my mind played on me?
The room was dark and I couldn't see much except for the outlines of the things inside the room. My hand crept towards the lamp on top of my bedside table and turned it on. Everything looked the same, but it didn't feel right. Was it just a dream? No, I told myself. I saw it with my very own eyes. But how come I was still alive?
A fleeting movement caught my eyes and I quickly turned towards the source of the strange sound. I saw a bulky man, with long dark coat, looking at the pictures hanging on my wall. He got his hands behind his back and unfortunately, his back was turned from me. I saw the meanest and deadliest looking nails ever. I wasn't even sure if they were called nails. It almost looked like claws to me.
So it was real after all.
But that didn't make me feel any better. This wasn't good. I knew what he was capable of but I didn't even want to know. Without tearing my eyes off him, I searched for the steel baseball bat I kept just behind my bedside table. It just made me feel better at night knowing that I had something to use as a weapon near me when I sleep. It wouldn't hurt for a girl, who's living alone, to be cautious, right?
I wrapped my fingers around the steel bat, ready to swing it if he ever came near me.
"Don't even think about it."
I froze and it felt like my heart also stopped beating.
"Even if you use that on me, it wouldn't work," he went on, not turning around. I could sense a hint of amusement in his voice and instead of making me more frightened, it made me even more irritated.
I didn't say anything, but I didn't let go either.
Finally, the guy turned around and I got a better view of his face. He had long side burns that reached his lower jaw. His eyes were dark, glinting with mischief and it looked almost threatening. The smirk on his face showed off his sharp canines. He reminded me vaguely of a bear, especially since he had a well built body, stuffed with taut muscles.
"Who are you?" I asked, finally finding my voice.
"Victor Creed, at your service," he said, bowing slightly.
I looked at him, suspiciously. "What service?"
Pretending that he didn't even hear me, he walked towards the opposite side of the room, continuing his exploration of my room. Did he bring me here? How did he know where I live? Heat suddenly rose to my cheeks as another thought entered my head. Did he dress me up? The more I thought of it, the more my face felt hotter and hotter.
"By the way, I suggest you lay off the chocolates," Victor suddenly said, interrupting my dreadful train of thoughts.
"What?" I almost shouted, not able to control myself. I pulled the covers closer to me, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. I watched him, warily, feeling every muscle of my body tense.
"You know what I mean," he said, his smirk widened. And it scared the hell out of me.
"What do you want?" I snapped. I was disturbed by the thought of him changing my clothes without my permission and while I was unconscious. But of course, I still denied the fact that he was the one who changed my clothes, but still, it was disturbing.
"Nothing."
I gritted my teeth, trying hard not to shout at him. To be honest, I was afraid. Well, who wouldn't? This man, standing in front of me, was a killer. I could see it in his eyes. He held no regret, nor remorse for what he did. It was what he did best. And what he did wasn't so good. He would snap anyone's neck if you blocked his path. He was like an animal who's ready to kill in order to survive.
I wasn't convinced that he didn't want anything from me. I wanted to ask him why he didn't kill me, but I was afraid of the answer so I just bit my tongue to prevent myself from saying anything.
Victor walked over to the windows, after he finished staring at the pictures hanging on the wall. Opening the window, he turned to me. "By the way, if I were you, I wouldn't even think of telling others what you had seen last night," he said, the smile still not disappearing from his face. The hair on my arms stood, making me shudder.
"I'm watching your every move, Elijah Halpern," Victor said and in a blink of an eye, he was gone.
Well, I hope you like it. I know it may be a little too boring, but I promise you, the next chapters would be much better and longer. I'm just checking if this story might actually work. Anyway, please review...PLEASE! ^^
P.S: Sorry for the shortness and for the minor mistakes. I don't have much time to edit it... I always don't.
(Thanks Masked Revolt for the help!)