A/N: So . . . wrote this after re-watching the 1990's X-men tv show episode Weapon X. Lies, and Videotapes . . . and seeing Victor's memory of being a child. Now, I already knew about his past because I'm obsessive like that but decided to write this anyway because I got me a soft spot for the big blonde brute. And I'd like to point out that there was NO TALOS! In the comic book, the 'retrieve/reprogram/or kill' robot's name was Shiva. There see? I geek, therefore I am. RNR PLEASE!

Victor sat in the cell staring down at his immobilized hands, it had been several days since he'd been captured and now he just sat there with a muzzle on his face and a pair of steel cuffs chained to the floor stopping him from lunging and ripping apart anyone that came in the door. Not that anyone paid him any mind anyway, he was usually drugged when and if an armed entourage stepped into the room to put food near Victor, clean the room and him, then leave before he could recover.

The blonde wasn't quite sure what they wanted from him since no one spoke to him and he'd been all on his lonesome this entire time but he was sure that sooner or later he'd be let in on who'd bagged him and why.

Victor snorted around the metal muzzle, he knew why he'd been captured, he was a dangerous mutant and one of Magneto's former lackeys, also he had a long-lasting grudge against any human he ever met. He would rather like to know for what purpose he'd been captured, whether for life-imprisonment, experimentation, or hell, 'reeducation' was always a fun favorite.

The door opened without the preamble of neuro-gas billowing out of the vents and Victor perked up, until a tall, dark-haired man stepped into the room wearing worn blue jeans, a black t-shirt and no shoes or socks. He had what at first appeared to be an earring in one ear but then Victor saw that it was a 'tag', like an endangered animal, tagged and released. Victor chuckled softly and kept analyzing this person, the man had white-blue eyes that seemed to stare right through Victor, long, pointed ears twitched as the door closed behind him and he sighed heavily,

"I think I'm wasting my time here. But then, no one really cares what I think . . . all that matters is the end result, don't you find?" The man unfolded a metal chair and sat down with it facing the wrong way, his legs straddling the back of the chair and his arms folded on the top, he tilted his head forward slightly and then cocked an eyebrow, "That can not be comfortable but I was given strict instructions to leave it in place, they told me you can speak around it . . . so I'm sorry but I would remove it if not for fear of my brain being super-charged."

"Yer one'a theirs then?" Victor asked through clenched teeth, his eyes narrowed, he didn't really think talking to this asshole was a good idea, but then he didn't know this asshole and it might behoove him to pay attention and get some info of his own.

"Not really . . . I'm Nephilim. Or just 'Neph', if you don't mind." Neph sat back a little and cocked his head.

"Cute name . . . yer mum think o' that one?" Victor snorted.

"No, they did and since I don't remember ever being called anything else, it sort of stuck with me." Neph shrugged and blinked slowly.

It was Victor's turn to cock his head, "So they wiped yer memories too, huh?"

"No . . . let me explain, I don't remember anything because there was nothing before. I was born in a lab in a petri dish from select groups of genetic material. I'm, in essence, not human but then who is these days?" Neph smirked and leaned forward, resting his chin on his arms.

Victor stared at him, "Whaddaya want then?"

"Information. My employers are rather . . . curious about you. They wish to know things about you, what you remember and the like." Neph shrugged and closed his eyes slightly, "They find I'm . . . easy to talk to."

Victor laughed as best as he could around the muzzle, "Ya fuckin' with me now? Anythin' ya'd wanna know's gotta be in a file somewhere."

Neph smirked then shrugged again, "That's just it, Victor, there is no file, there never was a file. You're former . . . well, employer didn't give two shits about who you were or where you came from. You were a free guinea pig and after a few select missions, like that little run-in in Russia and before that, Nazi Germany, they decided they no longer cared for your more human side and wanted the animal. Scrubbed your mind clean then turned you into the delightful person you are now."

Victor stared at the dark-haired man for several seconds trying to understand what he'd just been told. According to what Neph said, there was no record of him ever existing, there was no almighty computer that held all the answers to his questions, there was no mention of him in any government dossier, no nothing . . .

"I see this is a surprise to you." Neph pointed out, sighing, "I'm sorry, Victor, I really am. So why don't you tell me what you can and we'll go from there?"

Victor swallowed and closed his eyes, "Why should I?"

"To help the decision of whether or not your mind is salvageable or if you should just be destroyed and call it a day," Neph licked his lips nervously and glanced around, "Look, I don't want to know anything about you anymore than you want to tell me. The few psychics we were able to find that actually knew of you did not have happy things to tell us . . . and I really don't need anymore fuel for nightmares, okay? Trust me, the Nazis helped me get really good material to keep me up since 1941 with the fear of waking up back in one of their cells, yeh?"

Victor opened his eyes and tilted his head back, " . . . who'd ya talk to?"

"Professor Charles Xavier, that one woman, Birdie, that you worked with for a span, Psylocke but I hear she snuffed it a while ago, there were others but I didn't let them live for very long after talking to them. I had my orders." Neph leaned forward over the back of the chair and sighed, "So, shall we take a trip down memory lane?"

Victor weighed his options then snorted, "Tell me about ya first then maybe I'll talk."

Neph narrowed his eyes then smiled, kicking his legs out to either side of the chair and laughing, "I like your style, Vicky, ya got balls. Alright, well I told you who my mommy and daddy were so I'll skip the story of my conception, eh? I was raised in a Nazi camp that no one actually ever found, reason for that was because they were experimenting on mutants so we tore the place apart when we stopped liking the accommodations. My name is Nephilim, which is a word meaning something along the lines of demigod and since my 'birth' was the marriage of science and the massive 'god complex' most Nazi doctors suffered from, god and man made me in a sense. I escaped the Nazi doctors and ran right into the loving arms of the Russians. I was housed in the Kremlin for several months until I was given to the Americans who had been well-versed in using mutants for their military and would be better kept under control there."

Victor leaned forward slightly, "Ya don't look old enough."

"Neither do you, yet here we both are." Neph shrugged, "Anywho, I was kept by the Americans in conjunction with the Canadian Weapon X program where I was trained even more to be a killer and put into several rigorous surgeries to better control me, for instance, if I step too far out of line while talking to you, a jolt will be sent through my brain that will be not only extremely painful but it will render me unconscious. I can't tell you anything that you wouldn't find out on your own or would be detrimental to the . . . well anyway, that's my story." Neph finished quickly.

Victor cocked his head back slightly then snorted, "So what can ya do then, Neph?"

Neph licked his lips, "I can change form to be better in a battle but this form is more comfortable and attractive. And . . . I can share thoughts, access old memories, and bend reality in human dreams."

"So Inception, huh?" Victor muttered, "Fuckin' hate DiCaprio an' the movie sucked too."

Neph laughed and shook his head, "Yes well, that is the long and short of it though I have yet to meet anyone that can force my power or use it themselves."

"That's mighty handy." Victor nodded.

"I always thought so." Neph nodded and closed his eyes, "So, shall we get started?"

"No." Victor said calmly.

Nephilim's eyes opened and his eyebrow rose slightly, "No?"

"No." Victor repeated."

Neph sighed heavily and stood, pushing the chair out of his way and standing in front of Victor, "I don't believe that is the correct response, Victor, try again."

"I said, 'no' an' I meant no." Victor snarled as Neph moved to be right in front of him.

Neph shook his head, "Please, Victor, don't make me hurt you."

Victor scoffed, trying to show a toothy grin but the muzzle stopped him., "Fuck you, ya can't make me do anythin'."

Neph's hands snapped out and he rested them on Victor's temples, "Actually, yes I can."

Victor was about to throw his head back and then kick the sonuvabitch in the gonnies, but then everything got quiet and suddenly he wasn't in a cell staring at Neph, he was crouching on the ground in the woods staring up at a full moon.

"Well, now, isn't this better?"

He whipped around and stared in shock at a tall creature that was leaning on a tree. The thing had Nephilim's face and dark hair, his gleaming eyes looked even spookier in the moonlight but that was where the likeness of Neph ended. The thing was taller with cloven hooves instead of feet, long, curling white horns, black-feathered wings, and a whip-like tail that ended in a tuft of long black hair. Nephilim smiled showing long white fangs,

"Yeah, see? I can't hold onto the illusion in the dream world."

"Where are w-" Victor stopped, slapping a hand over his mouth then looking down at his hands, he was no longer muzzled or restrained but that wasn't what shocked him into silence, Victor was a child again, no more than ten years old.

"Heh, ah, so that's what your mind looks like? Oh dear, we have a lot of work to do, my sweet." Neph moved closer, towering over the crouching Child-Victor.

Victor backed away, "what- . . . what'd you do?"

Neph sighed, "We're, believe it or not, in your 'happy place'. A place you go in your mind when the world is too cruel or hard to handle. Interestingly enough, you feel safest in the woods at night. I imagine that comes from feeling like a powerful predator or some creature, the night is where you're the one to be feared, not afraid."

Victor shivered, he was naked and becoming very aware of this fact as Neph reached for him, "D-Don't touch me!"

"Easy there, I may look like a demon but my baby-eating days have been over for decades, now come on." Neph stepped forward, scooping the hissing Victor up into his arms, "Oh do stop squirming, we'll move faster if I carry you!"

Victor hissed and spit, trying to claw his way out of Neph's embrace, "Lemme go! Put me down! Ya mother fu-"

"No you don't, that's terrible language for a child!" Neph slapped Victor's cheek none-too-gently then stalked through the woods, "We definitely have a long way to go . . . "

A/N: And there you go. RnR please!