There are very few, if any, Feral centered stories here, so I decided, being a fan of Feral and thinking her creators and writers really fucked her over in so many ways, to make a story which both gives Feral her due and in a way that would greatly appeal to crime movie fans. Maria has righted her wrongs and been given a pardon for her past offenses, but she's still laying low for a while. That is, until a Mafia Donna who goes by the name of Massima Capella comes along and forms an alliance with Reverend Craig, the father of Wolfsbane! What can happen? Nothing good, right? Let's find out how this goes and how Feral gets to be the one to deal with it, shall we?

THINGS TO NOTE:

Thanks to the abysmally horrendous way Marvel does things nowadays, I see the true Marvel Universe as having ended in April 2004, and in my eyes, everything else after that is just pure discontinuity and less than well written fanfiction made by a bunch of jerks who like to anger and offend people. Especially since the way it was done destroyed Marvel's continuity anyway. It never truly happened, and all that truly happened concluded in April of 2004. And this fanfic? This fanfic takes place after that time, though in Marvel Universe time, since it's in the Marvel Universe.

This story is going to be four chapters long, and the last chapter will feature quite the surprise.

With the exception of Massima Capella, her husband, Antonio, and her mobsters, I own none of the characters. They all belong to Marvel Comics.

The Maria, The Minister And The Mafia

Chapter 1-Diabolical Alliance

A lot was going on in the life of Maria Callasantos AKA Feral right now. Why, you ask? How so, you ask? For one thing, she had both quit X-Corporation and managed to right all of her past wrongs after several weeks and a series of deeds and events. She even managed to help out New York City a whole lot and save several innocent lives in the process, not to mention earn the respect, perhaps even friendship, of former enemies, including Wolfsbane and Syrin, whose injury had healed by now. Further, her sister Thornn was proud of her and felt good about her for the first time in a while, and everyone who had previously disliked her now at the very least could tolerate her along with feeling a great deal of respect. For obvious reasons, it was no easy task for Feral, nor any small feat or simple matter at all, but she managed it in the end.

Now, though, despite this and how opinions of mutants were, for the time being, higher than they used to be thanks to her virtuous deeds, even if it was possible they'd sink back to the low of norm once more sooner or later, Feral was not only exhausted, she needed some time to herself. So she'd found herself a nice spot to be away from the rest of the city, which was on the highest billboard sign in New York, and used it for privacy, ironically while looking down at the city and everyone else in it. "Man, have things been goin' well for me lately…" Feral said. "A little too well, as a matter of fact. Right down to all my past mistakes being fucking atoned for an' also pardoned. Never thought THAT day would come." She then sighed and said to herself: "Still, there are plenty of ways things could go wrong for me. I'm still easily what could be looked at as a freak. Then there's how I've still got my mean bitch temper an' the way my moniker is still well known as my M.O. Not ta mention how it still takes up much o' my personality. An' that's BEFORE you throw on how I was unable to control my rage an' developin' instincts as a kid an' it led to disasters galore, mostly because o' my fuckin' father…him an' his lack of care for everyone and what'd result if he left…UUUUGGGHHH! Plus, what's to say that, despite forgiving me an' acknowledgin' my turnin' over a new leaf, plus what made me as I am to begin with, all of X-Force, X-Factor and the X-Men still don't harbor aversion for me on SOME level? Even when my life is going in my favor, it's full of hardship. Or so it would goddamn seem, at least."

She then said: "Thank God I found this damn place to be by myself for a while. It'll give me some well deserved and much needed time to fuckin' recuperate and think things over." So she looked out to the distance while on the billboard, unaware that down in New York City, trouble was, at this moment, currently brewing. You see, during Feral's crusade to make up for her past wrongs, one of the many, many things she'd done was take down half of a very evil, monstrous, dangerous and deadly Mafia, one of which was the evil, heartless, greedy, sadistic, vile and ruthless Don of the group, Antonio Capella. Though this helped make a considerable gap in New York City's crime rate, at least for a time, and though it made life safer for many innocents, Feral was not able to get all of everyone thanks to the cops showing up by the time she'd killed Antonio and half of the big group of mobsters, and, though she was unaware of it, Antonio also had a wife. Her name was Donna Massima Capella, she was just as bad as her husband had been and now, having grouped together the remaining half of her mobster goons and taken over the humongous, lavish mansion she and her husband once shared, she was out for revenge on Feral both for the murder of her husband and many of her henchmen, as well as how it badly damaged business and opportunities for her Mafia.

What's more, during the time she was doing whatever she could to keep herself covered up and unexposed while putting together a way to try and get at Feral when she least expected it, she met up with the cruel, evil religious zealot and Scottish minister Reverend Craig, the vile and loathsome "father" of Rhane Sinclair AKA Wolfsbane. This priest had previously abused his poor daughter prior to her mutation activating, then tried to kill her as he thought her to have been possessed by Satan. Much had happened since then, but now, after so long of seemingly being out of Rhane's life, he was back. He'd come all the way from Scotland to New York City for boatloads of reasons, one of which was that he would no longer tolerate Wolfsbane being in any way alive. See, he'd found out both of her status as a member of X-Factor, and how she'd changed in many ways and pretty much broken free of his harsh, strict rule and recovered from her damage, and she was behaving in ways he was certain God would forbid.

As such, and because he now felt Wolfsbane would go so far as to want to kill him due to his treatment of her, he came to America to see her dead first, or, at the very least, have her badly broken in the worst way, and easily even worse than she was while being raised. Once he got to New York, Massima was in the very region he walked into at the time. The two were surprised to see one another, since they'd never met, but they had a talk of who they were and why they were here, right after introducing themselves to each other, of course. Once it was over, they decided to join forces and make a diabolical alliance, seeing to it that, with the proper plan, Craig would make sure to punish his daughter and Massima would see to it Feral paid for killing her husband and many of her mobsters.

So, after thinking up a plan and getting the proper materials and resources for it, they both headed to the mansion Massima lived in, made sure Massima's remaining Mafia forces knew about this and all was gotten straight, plus everyone got what he or she needed, and now they waited to make their vile move, which was at this point going to be any second now. Inside of her bedroom, Craig was with Massima, and he asked: "So, Capella, I'm ready t' strike any time ye are, an' from the look of things I saw while I was walkin' up here t' join with ye an' wait, so are yiur goons and thugs." "I know that, and goddamn it, don't fucking refer to them that way! Some of them are sons, nephews and grandsons of mine!" Massima replied. "But in any case, we just need to wait until X-Force and X-Factor join with the X-Men down in Times Square. The three groups are intending to have a meeting of sorts, and when we show ourselves onscreen the Jumbo Tron, my boys will subdue our intended targets, Wolfbane and Feral's sister, Thornn, and bring them the hell to us. Furthermore, Feral will feel like she's got to join the meetings, so she will indeed be present when all this has fucking unfolded, and doubtless choose to try and put a stop to us. And even if that were NOT the fucking case, which I know it will be, I will still make it clear to everyone else present that if anyone BUT Feral comes to try and stop us, I will see both Thornn and Wolfsbane dead by the goddamn guns of my mobsters. So Feral will come alone. This will lead to the bitch's much overdue demise."

"Just as, before that, Wolfsbane will be fixed even firmer than before, or sent t' death's door like the little animal bitch deserves, or both." Craig put in. "How I've itched t' fix that oh so wretched excuse fer a girl ever since findin' out how bloody well rebellious she became." "And that will be all well and good, though not as important as the aforementioned landing of Feral six fucking feet under." Massima responded. "I have had one of my mobsters keep track of when the time will be to strike, by watching the news in my TV room, and he will let us know." Suddenly, one of the mobsters came up to the room and said: "Donna Massima Capella? Revered Craig? The groups are together. Feral, predictably, decided she had to join 'em, regardless of her current feelings. So she's with them, and so is that canine cunt Wolfsbane. Along with our other target, Lucia Callasantos AKA Thornn and Feral's bitch whore of a sister! I've seen it on the fucking news in the TV room. The time to strike is now!"

"Well done. I am proud of you, and such good work will be rewarded in due time." spoke Massima. "Now, go and tell the others that Craig and myself are going to put ourselves onscreen of the computer in the place the three X-Teams are meeting, and that you are to drive to Times Square, then shoot Wolfsbane and Thornn from behind, though in a way to ensure both stay alive, and net them. Then you are to put them in the trunks of your cars, drive back home, bring them here, drop them in front of us, and let us take it from there." "Got it, boss-lady! On my fucking way to tell them!" he replied, and he took off to inform the other mobsters. "So how do we do our part, then?" asked Craig. "The answer is very fucking simple." Massima responded to him. "There is a special computer in this mansion I use when meaning to contact anyone who I want to speak to from my mansion, on any screen, computer or television. I will use that, and you will stand next to me so both of us are seen." "Understood." Craig replied, and they walked straight to the computer in question.

Back in New York City, in Times Square, Feral having joined up with X-Force along with Thornn, and Wolfsbane having joined with X-Factor, those two groups and the X-Men had gotten into their discussion about that which was currently important for all three to know. All had gotten here by their respective aircraft vehicles, and knew who would talk to who. And it was for quite a few reasons why this meeting had been arranged, only now it was cut into. By Cable seeing the images of Massima Capella and Reverend Craig flash onto the screen of the Jumbo Tron, which was indeed in the area of Times Square which was in front of where all three X-Teams stood. He said: "Holy shit! What the fuck?" "Say, who the hell is THAT?" asked Polaris. "And Rhane! Isn't that your father, Reverend Craig?" "Bloody hell, aye! It is!" Wolfsbane exclaimed. "Okay, what the hell is goin' on here, bub?" asked Wolverine. "What's going on? We'll tell ye what's goin' on!" spoke Craig. "Ye all know who I am, especially ye…" His eyes motioned towards Wolfsbane. He then continued: "Hello, Rhane. We've been such a bad girl in daddy's absence, haven't we? I do think a straightenin' out is in order!" "Fuck ye! I'll na'er succumb to yuir callous cruelty an' tyrannical oppression again!" Wolfsbane spat angrily. "Oh, but I think ye will…" Craig replied with a malicious sneer. "Anyway, on t' who muh new partner is…"

Massima said: "My name is Massima Capella! I am the Donna of a very infamous New York Mafia, and the wife of the Don of that Mafia. To everyone here but one, his name, even his surname, would be completely alien! But I'll fucking say it, and one of you here will recognize it and just who the hell I am instantaneously!" "Capella?" thought Feral to herself. "I recognize the name all too well…" Her suspicions were confirmed when Massima said: "My husband's name was Antonio Capella!" "BINGO!" Feral exclaimed. "I thought that was it!" "You know about her husband, Feral?" asked Warpath. "Didn't you see the fucking news a matter of weeks ago?" asked Feral. "One of the things I did on my quest for redemption was destroy half the infamous Mafia this bitch runs with, including her husband!" "Of course!" Warpath recalled. "So now ye are facing the wrath o' his vengeance-minded widow, is that it?" asked Syrin. "It would appear so, indeed!" Feral said to them. "Your rotten husband was an asshole, by the way, you goddamn fucking bitch!" she told Massima onscreen. "Ah! Such insolence, and even when my hate of you is already overwhelming!" Massima snapped.

"Well, Reverend Craig and I have made an alliance," Massima continued on, "and make no mistake, where he means to straighten his howling hussy beast brat of an ungrateful daughter the fuck out, I mean to see you go the same damn way as you made my Antonio go, Feral! And I mean to make you suffer a hundredfold to how much you made me suffer thanks to his demise!" "Like hell!" Cyclops snapped. "I don't know what the hell you're planning, but…" While the rest of the X-Teams were shouting at and being shouted at by both Craig and Massima, the lots of mobsters who had been sent to this part of Times Square via driving got out of their cars, snuck in from behind and shot both Wolfsbane and Thornn in the backs of their calves. Then they quickly threw special nets they were given by Massima before they waited for the signal, all of which were laced with tranquilizer drugs galore and fast acting ones, at that, onto the two, and they passed out quickly. While still alive, and not goners by any means, it was pretty clear that between the nets and the bullets, they were helpless as hell. So it was, thanks to that and the still arguing X-Teams and pair of villains, no problem for them to sneak in, wrap the nets onto their victims, who had passed out before having a chance to scream thanks to the fast acting drugs of these nets, and pull them to the cars, while subsequently putting one into each trunk of the two closest cars, getting back into those cars and disappearing from sight. None of them stopped driving until they were back to the mansion, though they waited on the first floor for the call they'd get from Massima and Craig once they were done with their threats.

"For yuir information, ye mutant monstrosities, ye dinnae have a single say in this at all!" Craig was shouting. "And furthermore, guess what? The damage has already been done!" added on Massima. "WHAT?" everyone present exclaimed at once. "It's true!" Craig informed them. "Muh daughter, along with yuir sister, Thornn, Feral, have been shot in their legs an' brought to the mansion which I'm with Massima in right now!" "My mobsters did it while we kept you distracted so you couldn't fucking stop them for shit, and now they're no doubt home!" spat out Massima. "WHAT?" exploded the Banshee. "THIS IS A BLOODY OUTRAGE!" "Of course it is!" Storm exclaimed. "How dare you do such things!" snarled Feral. "Not only is Thornn, as you say, my fucking sister, but as much as I may have a lukewarm opinion of Wolfsbane at best and vice versa, she's your own goddamn daughter, you fucking prick!" "Oh, ye shut the bloody hell up! Hasn't it occurred to ye why I was lookin' at an' talkin' t' ye specficially while sayin' that which I was?" "YOU'RE ALL COWARDS, AN' I'M GONNA DO WHAT I'M THE BEST THERE IS AT ON YOU BOTH AN' YOUR MOBSTERS, BUB!" let out Wolverine. "WITH US HELPING!" Domino and Havok exploded in unison.

"Ah, ah, ah, that's just it. None of you are going to goddamn do anything for blow." the words from Massima consisted of. "For as angry as you all may be, nobody but Feral comes to try and save those two furry freaks." "What?" Feral said in astonishment. "Why should we let that be the fucking case, bitch?" asked Psylocke. "Because if anyone but Feral comes t' the big mansion we're keepin' our captives in, Massima's mobsters will see t' it they die hellishly." said Craig. "OH, MY GOD…" gaped Jean Grey. "This is your own fucking daughter we're talking, along with Feral's sister, but your own daughter in particular!" Boom-Boom exploded(no pun intended). "I couldn't care less, mutant." Craig replied. "Especially since I'm none too pleased with muh daughter right now an' probably will na'er be even if she does live an' I do fix her." "So we hope you're listening, Feral," Massima stated, "because you and only you are to come to my mansion, if you wish to rescue your sister and X-Factor counterpart who was once your foe and is now your friend! You have two hours to get there before we kill them anyway! Massima Capella and Reverend Craig out!"

As their image went out on the screen, cops came storming into the road where the three X-Teams were, getting out of their cars and one of them going: "NYPD! We're here to stop those mobsters we saw driving on by earlier, and we got here as soon as we could!" "Well, y'all got here a bit too late, Ah'm afraid." Rogue replied. "What?" asked a cop. "Wolfsbane and Thornn have just been taken to the mansion where those mobsters are from, and we X-Men can't try to save them, and neither can any of X-Factor, otherwise they'll be killed!" Jean Grey explained. "X-Force can't try to help, either, with one exception…" Cannonball added. "Feral." Deadpool put in. "Oh, my God…" put in another cop. But everyone from the X-Men, X-Factor and X-Force explained everything that had happened to the cops, and in the end, they acknowledged and understood the situation a lot better. "It's true." Feral said, confirming things further. "Which is just fine, 'cause I'm in the mood for a fight just now, an' who better ta unleash that urge against, especially since they've made it personal, an' I will take it personal by going out for blood…the blood of Mafia scum and minister slime! Time ta finish the job which I started an' do Sinclair a huge fuckin' favor in the process!" "But Feral, it's a trap and we both know it!" Shatterstar said to her.

"You think I don't know that?" asked Feral, rolling her eyes. "You do realize they'll be expecting you and that they do intend to kill you." a third cop added in. "Of course they will, an' no shit, they do." Feral responded. "But it's the only possible way for Wolfsbane an' Thornn ta survive, an' since I started this shit without knowin' it by takin' down half o' that Mafia, now it's time fer me ta take down the other half, an' have prickhead priest for dessert!" "Animal instincts kicking in, I see, frau lein!" commented Nightcrawler. "Please, Nightcrawler. I hardly think this is the time for jokes." Sunspot pointed out. "An' especially about things which caused a lotta bad damage in my life, an' even played a part in the current situation, in some ways." Feral added. "I have to get goin' now, though. Time's a wastin', an' if I ain't there in two hours, Wolfsbane an' Thornn are fur coats!" So she took off and used her super-sharp senses to track down where the mansion was, and as soon as she'd done so, she stood right in front of its front yard. "Okay, here we are…" Feral thought to herself. "So this is the fucking place. Think I'd like the idea of livin' in it a whole lot if I didn't know a scumbag piece of shit bitch like Massima Capella was running it. Whatever…I can see a whole lot of mobsters outside in the yard, guns at the ready."

She then crawled into the bushes and said in her mind: "Obviously, they're waiting for whenever the hell I show up. Only thing is, I'd wager they don't count on me not usin' the direct approach…" So she stayed quiet while thinking up the perfect way to get the drop on them and take them out so that she would make it to the mansion and not meet the business ends of guns galore. In the meantime, the Mafia mobsters were perfectly cocky, looking forward to filling her up with lead whenever she'd show up and looking forward to the rewards they'd receive from both Massima Capella and possibly Reverend Craig even more. None were aware Feral had both stopped to think and was now cunningly using a surprise attack kind of tactic under their noses at this very moment.

In the meantime, back with the cops, the X-Men, X-Factor and the other members of X-Force in Times Square, everyone was shocked at how Feral at just then taken off to face her felonious foes. "My God…" a cop went. "Just a matter of time after she fixes her past wrongs and even manages to earn our respect despite the fact she once went to jail, plus manages a whole lot in between, she's already gotten herself into another mess." "I know." Rictor put in. "Sometimes some o' us think her life is jus' one big mess, Mon A Mi." Gambit spoke. "An' believe y' me, Gambit know somethin' 'bout lives bein' big messes, y'all." "Do you think she can pull this off, any of you?" asked Jubilee. "I think so." Angel spoke. "Da, so do I." Colossus agreed. "I have seen how fast and skilled she is." "She was trained by me an' Cable, bub." Wolverine added. "A buncha mobsters ain't gonna mean shit ta her." "Plus, we would do well not to forget this." Cable pointed out. "If Feral can right her wrongs in a way that actually is sufficient and makes sense, which, as everyone present knows, she did manage just recently, then she can find her way through a bunch of Italian lowlifes." "I agree, an' let's face it, one o' her wrongs was that time she ripped me throat once, even if that injury is now healed." Syrin put in. "So if I can agree, especially since, until recently, we hated one another's bloody guts, you know it's gotta be true."

"Still, between all the Mafia motherfuckers and that big jerk Reverend Craig, I've gotta say she's up against some nasty odds." Iceman remarked. "That she is, but we've all been up against nasty odds of various sorts, and we've pulled through. She will as well." Emma Frost put in. "So I guess we should just stay here and watch on the Jumbo Tron how things are going once that sort of thing starts getting shown, so we know what to do and when to do it." Beast speculated. "Good thing we've all got our vehicles present, then." put in Shadowcat.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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