Chapter 1: Lets Make a Deal
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but Moneda so far.
AN: I promise it will get funnier as it goes along!
T'was the night before Christmas-Uh, wait, scratch that-I don't wanna get sued!
Look, the bottom line is it's Christmas Eve and Sabertooth is at one of his mansions. This one happens to be just over the NY boarder in Canada.
Vic's in his room sitting in an over stuffed leather chair in front of a huge fire place with a roaring fire. An end table stands to the left of the chair supporting a chaser of bourbon. His left hand hangs idly of the off the arm of the chair gingerly holding the rim of a 6 oz. Austrian crystal glass.
The remaining liquid in the glass barely made a film over the bottom of the glass. Three ice cubes were stacked up against the side of the glass.
He had just got back from a job in Argentina and he was exhausted.
He would have stayed over the holiday with his contact, Carlos. Only Carlos had to go home to his family, this meant that Vic had no one to play with, which really gave him no reason to stay.
As long as Vic could remember the holidays had always sucked. When he was a little boy, he spent 24/7 chained in the basement, the holidays were no exception. No matter what he always wound up alone (AN: Well, not totally alone, but that's coming up soon).
It seemed as though everyone had someone, but him and it pissed him off! LeBeau had the Rogue, Mystique-well, she could have whoever she damn well pleased-Hell, even the runt had China Doll!
Vic would have kept going down his list of self loathing only he felt something tugging at his hand, more specifically his glass.
"Dammit, Mona!" growled Creed.
~*~
Mona, or more correctly Moneda, and Mr. Creed crossed paths in Spain half a century ago. At the age of 15 she had been a maid in Senior Santiago's mansion. Santiago had been a drug lord Creed was assigned "handle" shall we say?
Moneda had been looking after the baby that night, while her employer and his wife gave their annual Navidad (Christmas) party. When she heard all the screaming Moneda picked up the baby (Havier) and ran down the back stairs to the kitchen to escape out the servants' entrance, only she ran into El Tigre before she could make it out the back door.
No more than 5'2" and 109 lbs she stood up to El Tigre, who easily had over a foot and over 100 lbs on her. She blatantly refused to hand the baby over. At one point she even clocked him with a frying pan, but not before two of his claws tore two deep trenches in her left forearm.
He never got the baby, however, the police showed up and the contract Victor had signed specifically stated "NO POLICIA!".
The two didn't meet up again for another 40 yrs.
After the police arrived they interviewed Moneda and then sent her and the baby to the estate of the baby's aunt in the mountains. She remained there for ten years, until she had saved enough money to come to the United States. Once in the US she found a husband and settled down in Harlem. She had three children, 2 boys and a girl: Manuel, Gorge (hor-hay) and Maria . Her husband died in a construction accident when her little girl was 3 and her boys were5 and 7. Later she lost both of her sons in Vietnam and Maria married a man who moved her back to Moneda's native country. Maria died to years of consumption (TB), but not before having a little girl, Teressa.
Teressa, came to the US at age 16 to live with her grandmother after he father took ill. By age 18 she married a man by the name of Diego to escape Harlem. Only later did both Moneda and Teressa become aware of the fact that Diego was an international criminal wanted in over 10 countries. There was a police raid on Diego's mansion, which left no survivors.
It was not long after that Moneda left New York and wondered from place to place, job to job, until when she was 55 and saw an ad for a house keeper wanted in Canada. You can imagine her shock when she was ushered into an office by a tall blonde woman, just to sit across from a man she hadn't seen for 40 years and find that he hadn't aged a day from their last meeting.
"El Tigre," was all she could whisper.
Victor narrowed his eyes and started to growl, "Where did you here that name?"
Moneda rolled up her sleeve to show him the scar from his claws.
"YOU!" Victor said in disbelief.
That meeting occurred ten years ago. Victor highered her on the spot and she had worked for him ever since.
(I know, I know, useless secondary character plot, but it had to go somewhere!)
~*~
"Por favor, Senior Creed, es muy tarde, (Please, Mr. Creed, it is very late)" said Moneda softly, she used Spanish whenever she wanted him to do something.
She was finally able to pry the glass from his clawed hand.
"I'm not a little boy, Mona!- I c'n put myself to bed!" Victor started to argue.
"Come now, Senior Creed, you have to get up in 12 hours and fly to Switzerland," said Moneda as she put the glass down on the end table and easing Victor onto his feet, "You know you can't sleep well on planes or hotels unless no one else is on the floor," then she added as a side note "no one alive any way."
Victor started to growl, "What was that last thing!"
Moneda felt his claws gingerly tickling the back of her neck as she turned down one side of the bed.
"You didn't scare me when I was 15 and you don't scare now when I am 65." Moneda said as she reached back and removed Sabertooth's hand from her neck.
Reluctantly Victor compiled with her request and laid down on the bed. Moneda tucked Victor in and turned out the light.
(I'll explain Moneda's motives in this scene later on in the story.)
The next morning Victor picked up his bags in the main hall and took a limo to the airport, forgetting his feelings of loneliness, for now.
~*~
3 Months Later
The X-Men had gone into battle just North of the Canadian boarder in search of a newly discovered mutant, only the Acolytes got to him first. The X- Men had barely been able to escape with the amount of damage they had incurred. A team of 6 had been sent: Rogue, Gambit, Storm, Jubilee and Cyclops. They had only been able to escape by Storm providing a smoke screen of fog.
Storm and Rogue had been for the most part unscathed other than being emotionally shaken. The rest, however, were not so lucky. Cyclops had a broken arm and had sustained some severe gashes around his face. Jubilee had been knocked unconscious and was in Kurt's arms. Kurt had deep gashes up and down his arms and legs. Although it was Gambit that had received the most damage. He was completely unconscious in Rogue's arms and his black X-Suit had begun to take on a red tint.
They had been walking around in the Canadian wilderness for close to 2 hours and they were loosing hope of ever seeing Civilization again. Suddenly a steady low growl was heard.
They X-Men froze as the growl turned into a chuckled.
Sabertooth jumped down from a tree to stand right in front of them.
"What am I lookin' at?" Sabertooth laughed, "You little X-Fucks get in over yer heads-again?!"
"Sabertooth," Cyke groaned, "And here I didn't think the day could get any worse!"
"Vhy God? Vhy?" asked Kurt as he proceeded to recite a verse from the holy scriptures in German.
Rogue, against her better judgment, attempted to reason with him, "Look, Wolverine didn't come with us so wahy don't you go back ta-whatever it is you do when yer not fiahtin' Logan!"
"Who said I was in the mood to fight the runt today?" asked Sabertooth menacingly.
"We don't have a lot of time so either give us directions to the nearest hospital or get out of our way!" Ororo's eyes started to glow.
"Easy Stormy," said Victor as he leaned up against a tree, "For argument's sake let's say I do give you directions to the nearest hospital and you make it there-on foot-they'll never admit you."
Storm crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, "Although, I'll bet you know where we can get help."
"And what if I do?" asked Creed.
"Ugh, Storm, you're wasting time," said Scott, "Gambit's got another hour at best and Sabertooth could be lying!"
"Ja, Herr Scott is right." said Kurt, "It vould be more productive to be on ze move."
"No it wouldn't," Storm shot Nightcrawler a cold stare, "For all we know we could be going in circles!"
"She's gotta point," said Victor pointing a claw in Storm's direction, "Fer all you know I coulda been watchin' fer half an hour."
Rogue was fed up, "Are you gonna help us er not?!"
"Ask yer self this," Sabertooth addressed Rogue, "'Do I really think he wants ta baby-sit his ex-wife's (Mystique's) brats?!'"
"That's it!" declared the sultry southern belle, "Ah'm lookin' fer the hiahway, whose with meh?!"
"Wait!" said Storm, "The five of you wait here. I need to talk to Victor- alone."
"This should be good," said Scott in a discouraging tone.
"Kick his ASS!" yelled Rogue as Storm and Sabertooth made their way over to a secluded area.
Once at a safe distance Storm looked over at her teammates to make sure they weren't trying to eavesdrop or read lips.
"Help them!" said Storm in a fervent tone.
"And I'm supposed to do this outta the-goodness-a my heart?" asked Saberetooth sarcastically.
Storm attempted to quell the rage she felt against him for leading her on, "Help them and-" she paused, "and I'll do the most disgusting thing I can think of!"
"This should be good," Sabertooth rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
Storm braced herself by closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, then in a voice hardly above a whisper she said, "I'll sleep with you."
Sabertooth stared at her in disbelief for a moment. Looking her dead in the eye and studying her face to see if she was lying.
Then he looked back over at the other 5 X-Men and yelled to Rogue and Kurt, "Hey kids, don't ever let yer mother say I didn't do anything fer ya!"
Vic bent down a tree limb directly behind him to reveal his backyard. Moneda was out back cleaning the grill.
"Hey Mona, take them down to Toad in the med lab!" yelled Victor.
Once the 5 X-Men were out of ear shot all hell broke loose.
"Are you telling me that if we had taken another 20 paces we would have wound up in your backyard?!" yelled Storm.
"No, you would have actually missed it by about ten feet and wound up in the middle of marsh." Sabertooth corrected her.
"So, you were going to help us all along?!" accused Storm.
"Maybe, maybe not, my mind wasn't completely made up; China Doll posed and interesting set of pros and cons-I guess we'll never know now," Creed shrugged the whole situation off.
KRACK-BOOM!-Thunder could be heard in the distance as Storm's eyes clouded over.
"Oh and about later tonight," said Creed in a cheerful tone as Storm walked passed him, "wear your X-suit."
Storm visibly shuddered with revulsion, "You've thought about this before, haven't you?"
"Ya, a little," laughed Creed sarcastically.
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So, there's the first chapter of the comicverse version (having just finished the movie version). What do think-I admit Vic came off a little more devious than I would have liked, but that's really more to his character in the comics I think.
This is the first comicverse I've ever done and I'm not as familiar with the comics as I am the movies or the X-Evo cartoon. So if someone is out of character PLEASE don't hesitate to say something!-I'm going for authenticity within the parameters of the storyline that is!
WOW!-This chapter was longer than I though it would be!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but Moneda so far.
AN: I promise it will get funnier as it goes along!
T'was the night before Christmas-Uh, wait, scratch that-I don't wanna get sued!
Look, the bottom line is it's Christmas Eve and Sabertooth is at one of his mansions. This one happens to be just over the NY boarder in Canada.
Vic's in his room sitting in an over stuffed leather chair in front of a huge fire place with a roaring fire. An end table stands to the left of the chair supporting a chaser of bourbon. His left hand hangs idly of the off the arm of the chair gingerly holding the rim of a 6 oz. Austrian crystal glass.
The remaining liquid in the glass barely made a film over the bottom of the glass. Three ice cubes were stacked up against the side of the glass.
He had just got back from a job in Argentina and he was exhausted.
He would have stayed over the holiday with his contact, Carlos. Only Carlos had to go home to his family, this meant that Vic had no one to play with, which really gave him no reason to stay.
As long as Vic could remember the holidays had always sucked. When he was a little boy, he spent 24/7 chained in the basement, the holidays were no exception. No matter what he always wound up alone (AN: Well, not totally alone, but that's coming up soon).
It seemed as though everyone had someone, but him and it pissed him off! LeBeau had the Rogue, Mystique-well, she could have whoever she damn well pleased-Hell, even the runt had China Doll!
Vic would have kept going down his list of self loathing only he felt something tugging at his hand, more specifically his glass.
"Dammit, Mona!" growled Creed.
~*~
Mona, or more correctly Moneda, and Mr. Creed crossed paths in Spain half a century ago. At the age of 15 she had been a maid in Senior Santiago's mansion. Santiago had been a drug lord Creed was assigned "handle" shall we say?
Moneda had been looking after the baby that night, while her employer and his wife gave their annual Navidad (Christmas) party. When she heard all the screaming Moneda picked up the baby (Havier) and ran down the back stairs to the kitchen to escape out the servants' entrance, only she ran into El Tigre before she could make it out the back door.
No more than 5'2" and 109 lbs she stood up to El Tigre, who easily had over a foot and over 100 lbs on her. She blatantly refused to hand the baby over. At one point she even clocked him with a frying pan, but not before two of his claws tore two deep trenches in her left forearm.
He never got the baby, however, the police showed up and the contract Victor had signed specifically stated "NO POLICIA!".
The two didn't meet up again for another 40 yrs.
After the police arrived they interviewed Moneda and then sent her and the baby to the estate of the baby's aunt in the mountains. She remained there for ten years, until she had saved enough money to come to the United States. Once in the US she found a husband and settled down in Harlem. She had three children, 2 boys and a girl: Manuel, Gorge (hor-hay) and Maria . Her husband died in a construction accident when her little girl was 3 and her boys were5 and 7. Later she lost both of her sons in Vietnam and Maria married a man who moved her back to Moneda's native country. Maria died to years of consumption (TB), but not before having a little girl, Teressa.
Teressa, came to the US at age 16 to live with her grandmother after he father took ill. By age 18 she married a man by the name of Diego to escape Harlem. Only later did both Moneda and Teressa become aware of the fact that Diego was an international criminal wanted in over 10 countries. There was a police raid on Diego's mansion, which left no survivors.
It was not long after that Moneda left New York and wondered from place to place, job to job, until when she was 55 and saw an ad for a house keeper wanted in Canada. You can imagine her shock when she was ushered into an office by a tall blonde woman, just to sit across from a man she hadn't seen for 40 years and find that he hadn't aged a day from their last meeting.
"El Tigre," was all she could whisper.
Victor narrowed his eyes and started to growl, "Where did you here that name?"
Moneda rolled up her sleeve to show him the scar from his claws.
"YOU!" Victor said in disbelief.
That meeting occurred ten years ago. Victor highered her on the spot and she had worked for him ever since.
(I know, I know, useless secondary character plot, but it had to go somewhere!)
~*~
"Por favor, Senior Creed, es muy tarde, (Please, Mr. Creed, it is very late)" said Moneda softly, she used Spanish whenever she wanted him to do something.
She was finally able to pry the glass from his clawed hand.
"I'm not a little boy, Mona!- I c'n put myself to bed!" Victor started to argue.
"Come now, Senior Creed, you have to get up in 12 hours and fly to Switzerland," said Moneda as she put the glass down on the end table and easing Victor onto his feet, "You know you can't sleep well on planes or hotels unless no one else is on the floor," then she added as a side note "no one alive any way."
Victor started to growl, "What was that last thing!"
Moneda felt his claws gingerly tickling the back of her neck as she turned down one side of the bed.
"You didn't scare me when I was 15 and you don't scare now when I am 65." Moneda said as she reached back and removed Sabertooth's hand from her neck.
Reluctantly Victor compiled with her request and laid down on the bed. Moneda tucked Victor in and turned out the light.
(I'll explain Moneda's motives in this scene later on in the story.)
The next morning Victor picked up his bags in the main hall and took a limo to the airport, forgetting his feelings of loneliness, for now.
~*~
3 Months Later
The X-Men had gone into battle just North of the Canadian boarder in search of a newly discovered mutant, only the Acolytes got to him first. The X- Men had barely been able to escape with the amount of damage they had incurred. A team of 6 had been sent: Rogue, Gambit, Storm, Jubilee and Cyclops. They had only been able to escape by Storm providing a smoke screen of fog.
Storm and Rogue had been for the most part unscathed other than being emotionally shaken. The rest, however, were not so lucky. Cyclops had a broken arm and had sustained some severe gashes around his face. Jubilee had been knocked unconscious and was in Kurt's arms. Kurt had deep gashes up and down his arms and legs. Although it was Gambit that had received the most damage. He was completely unconscious in Rogue's arms and his black X-Suit had begun to take on a red tint.
They had been walking around in the Canadian wilderness for close to 2 hours and they were loosing hope of ever seeing Civilization again. Suddenly a steady low growl was heard.
They X-Men froze as the growl turned into a chuckled.
Sabertooth jumped down from a tree to stand right in front of them.
"What am I lookin' at?" Sabertooth laughed, "You little X-Fucks get in over yer heads-again?!"
"Sabertooth," Cyke groaned, "And here I didn't think the day could get any worse!"
"Vhy God? Vhy?" asked Kurt as he proceeded to recite a verse from the holy scriptures in German.
Rogue, against her better judgment, attempted to reason with him, "Look, Wolverine didn't come with us so wahy don't you go back ta-whatever it is you do when yer not fiahtin' Logan!"
"Who said I was in the mood to fight the runt today?" asked Sabertooth menacingly.
"We don't have a lot of time so either give us directions to the nearest hospital or get out of our way!" Ororo's eyes started to glow.
"Easy Stormy," said Victor as he leaned up against a tree, "For argument's sake let's say I do give you directions to the nearest hospital and you make it there-on foot-they'll never admit you."
Storm crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, "Although, I'll bet you know where we can get help."
"And what if I do?" asked Creed.
"Ugh, Storm, you're wasting time," said Scott, "Gambit's got another hour at best and Sabertooth could be lying!"
"Ja, Herr Scott is right." said Kurt, "It vould be more productive to be on ze move."
"No it wouldn't," Storm shot Nightcrawler a cold stare, "For all we know we could be going in circles!"
"She's gotta point," said Victor pointing a claw in Storm's direction, "Fer all you know I coulda been watchin' fer half an hour."
Rogue was fed up, "Are you gonna help us er not?!"
"Ask yer self this," Sabertooth addressed Rogue, "'Do I really think he wants ta baby-sit his ex-wife's (Mystique's) brats?!'"
"That's it!" declared the sultry southern belle, "Ah'm lookin' fer the hiahway, whose with meh?!"
"Wait!" said Storm, "The five of you wait here. I need to talk to Victor- alone."
"This should be good," said Scott in a discouraging tone.
"Kick his ASS!" yelled Rogue as Storm and Sabertooth made their way over to a secluded area.
Once at a safe distance Storm looked over at her teammates to make sure they weren't trying to eavesdrop or read lips.
"Help them!" said Storm in a fervent tone.
"And I'm supposed to do this outta the-goodness-a my heart?" asked Saberetooth sarcastically.
Storm attempted to quell the rage she felt against him for leading her on, "Help them and-" she paused, "and I'll do the most disgusting thing I can think of!"
"This should be good," Sabertooth rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
Storm braced herself by closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, then in a voice hardly above a whisper she said, "I'll sleep with you."
Sabertooth stared at her in disbelief for a moment. Looking her dead in the eye and studying her face to see if she was lying.
Then he looked back over at the other 5 X-Men and yelled to Rogue and Kurt, "Hey kids, don't ever let yer mother say I didn't do anything fer ya!"
Vic bent down a tree limb directly behind him to reveal his backyard. Moneda was out back cleaning the grill.
"Hey Mona, take them down to Toad in the med lab!" yelled Victor.
Once the 5 X-Men were out of ear shot all hell broke loose.
"Are you telling me that if we had taken another 20 paces we would have wound up in your backyard?!" yelled Storm.
"No, you would have actually missed it by about ten feet and wound up in the middle of marsh." Sabertooth corrected her.
"So, you were going to help us all along?!" accused Storm.
"Maybe, maybe not, my mind wasn't completely made up; China Doll posed and interesting set of pros and cons-I guess we'll never know now," Creed shrugged the whole situation off.
KRACK-BOOM!-Thunder could be heard in the distance as Storm's eyes clouded over.
"Oh and about later tonight," said Creed in a cheerful tone as Storm walked passed him, "wear your X-suit."
Storm visibly shuddered with revulsion, "You've thought about this before, haven't you?"
"Ya, a little," laughed Creed sarcastically.
-------------
So, there's the first chapter of the comicverse version (having just finished the movie version). What do think-I admit Vic came off a little more devious than I would have liked, but that's really more to his character in the comics I think.
This is the first comicverse I've ever done and I'm not as familiar with the comics as I am the movies or the X-Evo cartoon. So if someone is out of character PLEASE don't hesitate to say something!-I'm going for authenticity within the parameters of the storyline that is!
WOW!-This chapter was longer than I though it would be!