The girl with claws -

Prologue -

Short chapter to start this one off! I'm thinking this one should be Sabretooth/ OC. It'll be Liev Scheibers portrayal of Sabretooth cause his is the best one!

I sit, my breathing raspy and ragged, I'm quivering and shaking in the dimly lit cage that they call my room, how I hate them, the constant torture, the constant experiments. My wrist and ankles are shackled tightly up together with cold harsh metal cuffs. And I dread to even think of what I must look like; my hair is long, knotted and greasy. My face is beaten black and blue, hell, it's a freaking rainbow of colours, I have a healing factor, but they make me drink this liquid, it's a temporary suppressant for my mutation, meaning that I don't heal at the moment.

My name is weapon XII, or weapon 12, and I have been trapped in Stryker's lair for over 10 years now. 10 years of torture and never-ending pain. That's my life, stuck in this eternal hell.

They took away my memories when I arrived, so I can't even tell you how I got here. Because I remember nothing, I don't know where I come from, how old I am, where I live, nothing.

And here I am, 10 long years down the line and I don't look a damn day older. Well, that's because of my mutation. I'm a feral, which apparently is very rare for females. I have enhanced senses, eyesight, smell, hearing, the lot. And a healing factor, a very fast one, but as I said, it hasn't been working recently, because of Stryker's experiments. I also have claws, which come out of the gap in between my fingers. The closest things to compare my claws with are tiger's claws. But mine are better; mine are metal, Adamantium to be exact. I'm also a telepath, but it's only weak, I need more practice.

My ears twitch as I hear faint footsteps down the hallway; they get closer, and closer. And I pray that they're not for me, that they're not coming for me again, but they're always for me, the same time footsteps get louder and finally stop just outside the metal door.

You're probably thinking now that I could just use my claws to rip through the chains and door, but that's not the case.

Stryker found a new metal, and called it Adamantium II. Adamantium II can cut through anything, even normal Adamantium. The only thing Adamantium II can't cut through is Adamantium II, which is exactly what the chains and door is made of. The perfect prison for a monster, for an animal like me.

The metal door is unlocked and swung violently open. And Stryker stands ominously in the way, a shadow blocking the frame of light. I squint up at him, and hiss, he has an ominous look plastered on his ugly face, a smirk tugging at his lips.

He walks up to me, his two horrbile guards' just behind him. Stryker kneels down.

"Now kitty cat, We're taking a little trip…To Canada, I have an underground base there. We're leaving now." Stryker informs me.

I scowl, wondering what horrific conditions they're going to put me in next.

"Take her to the truck" Stryker orders his guards.

All I can do is whimper as the guards drag me out of the flea ridden cell, and down the hallway to the truck, I've long given up on trying to fight them, it only ends in being beaten more.

6 hours later…..

to my surprise, I wasn't taken to a cell, I was taken to an office, Stryker's office to be exact. Which is where I am now, perched on a chair in front of him, my wrists and ankles still shackled together the shackles so deep they're cutting into my wrists causing them to bleed.

"So, what I am saying is, that you'll be set free, to carry out the missions that I give you. Of course. You're going to need some training first, I'll have Deadpool take care of that. So, what do you say?" Stryker purrs.

I sit and stare, astonished that he would just set me free like that, but to do missions?! Not going to happen.

"I refuse" I squeak, it's been such a long time since I last spoke, so my voice comes out squeaky and high pitched.

Stryker's face is a picture as I refuse his offer, "You refuse?" he growls, an angry look on his face.

He stands up and towers above me. "Well, you won't be refusing when I tell you that If you don't accept that I will kill your only daughter!" Stryker shouts.

Now it's my turn for my face to be a picture, my breath sticks in my throat, shock filling my already weak system. "I….I…I have a daughter?" I squeak, almost choking on my words, disbelief evident in my tone of voice.

Stryker grins, victory present on his smug little face "Yes, She's 12 now, looks just like you kitty cat" Stryker says, using the nickname he knows I hate.

I growl, "You're lying" I snarl, anger filling my veins, I glare at the man, hatred in my eyes.

Stryker bends down beside me, and places a photo of a young girl on my lap, she has deep brown hair like me, and she has my eyes, my bright hazel eyes, with a slight hint of golden in the middle.

"So, what do you say? If you accept my offer, she'll live, if you refuse, she'll die" Stryker purrs.

I sigh, "Fine, I accept"