IMPORTANT DETAILS PLEASE READ NOTE IN CHAPTER ONE!
Summery: The X-men were called to the scene right after the Morlock Massacre in New York by a dear friend. When they arrive, blood and carnage everywhere is what they find, except for two survivors. One a Morlock child. The other a young man, young mutant, with critically life threatening injuries from Victor Creed. After taking him to the mansion to help him recover, some things about the stranger are unveiled. Is this man a friend or foe? And what the hell would a man like Mister Sinister want with him?
Notes!
1.) This story starts DURING the Morlock Massacre with my take on Remy getting attacked by Sabertooth.
2.) STORM IS NOT PART OF THE X-MEN RIGHT NOW! I MADE HER THE LEADER OF THE MORLOCKS IN THE BEGINNING OF THIS!
3.) Some characters might have already joined the X-men when they shouldn't have been there during this time period. One I am thinking of is Wolverine, I don't think he was part of the team at this time and Storm. If that's the case disregard my top note, but no she is leader of the Morlocks.
4.) Obviously this story is quite the mixed AU.
5.) I AM NOT CAJUN SO SINCERLY APOLOGIZE IF MY ATTEMPT TO TAKE ON REMY'S ACCENT OFFENDS ANYONE! I AM DOING THE BEST I CAN I PROMISE!
(If you have any tips for me they would be very much welcome loves)
Now, enjoy!
"Merde!" the panicked cry of the young thief echoed through the dark tunnel, but the screams of lives meeting untimely ends easily drowned it out anyways.
When the silhouette in front of torch light that had emerged around the corner at the end of this particular tunnel became more clear Remy skidded to such an abrupt halt that he almost dropped the little pink-haired mutant child.
The little girl looked up at him through teary eyes, "A-Am I going to-?"
His heart throbbed painfully as he glanced down at her his thoughts running wild as he bit his lip nervously then took a deep breath.
'Have t' do somethin'.'
The uncertainty he felt made it difficult for him to even form words.
Remy glanced back toward the dark figure several feet away taking a moment to scan his surroundings.
'There!'
Quickly he darted over to the large pipe drain where he'd spotted it were a lot of large rotting boxes in front of it.
He sat her down against the grate that drained the running water and leaned forward.
"Non, petite. No Remy won' let ya die, but right now he needs y' t'be very quiet an' still. Don' come out no matter what 'appens." he spoke in a hushed tone.
Her lip trembled at the thought of being left alone with these animals that had just started all this blood and carnage.
Remy wiped her tears with his thumb, "Pauve ti bete... What's your name?"
"S-Sarah..."
"Ooh, dat's pretty. Well den Sarah, do y' think y' can do dis for ol' Remy?
He was relieved when he got a hesitant nod.
"Good I'll be back." he said quickly, putting the barricade of abandoned boxes back where the were so that they hid the child from sight.
A loud growl echoed at the end of the tunnel and Remy felt his blood run cold as he realized just who it was that had been looking for him.
'Mon dieu, not him…' he pleaded silently.
"Where do ya think yer goin' boy? "
"Nice to see y' too Victor."
The growl that escaped Creed's throat sent chills down his spine, he wasn't in a good mood.
"Don't get cute with me kid! I was enjoyin' myself til I was sent ta fetch yer ass 'cause ya got freaked."
Remy swallowed the lump in his throat, he had to prevent Victor from finding Sarah.
'Dis is crazy..'
"Remy didn' get freaked matou. He didn' know he came down here for a slaughter and he be wantin' no more part in it!"
A smug grin formed upon Sabertooth's face and the young thief got a horrible feeling of dread, his left hand immediately darted for his cards.
The viscous animalistic roar of Sabertooth flooded his eardrums and unfortunately, with the beastly mutant only a couple feet away from him the poor cajun barely hadn't the time to properly charge a card before the huge man took him to the ground.
He threw his arms up pushing with all his strength against the bigger mutant's chest trying to get the man off but he didn't budge.
Instead he laughed cruelly at the pitiful attempts then crushed his left wrist until he felt the bone shatter.
He was tempted to scream when he felt the pain erupt through his arm, but he managed to hold it in.
'Merde that hurt!'
"Ah! Get offa me!"
Sabertooth's amber eyes gleamed with something that made the thief's stomach fill with dread.
~ XXX ~
"So why did Storm call us down ta these sewers again Cyke?"
Scott grumbled something under his breath he was in a bad mood because of a stunt Bobby had pulled before they got off the Blackbird.
Jean rolled her eyes and graciously decided to answer Wolverine's question.
Before she could however the weather controlling mutant herself could be seen flying towards them down the tunnel.
"Storm. What's… going on?" Cyclops asked softly, having noticed her eyes red as if she'd been crying.
"I do not know. Everyone is dead!" the woman cried.
"What?" Scott's arms dropped to his sides in surprise.
"The Morlocks! All of them slaughtered!"
"Oh my stars and garters." Beast whispered softly.
"Everyone shut it!" Wolverine snapped abruptly claws springing forth from his knuckles as his eyes scanned the area.
"Logan?"
Ignoring Scott's yet unasked question, he turned to face the left tunnel. "Someone comin'."
As if on cue, they could hear the water sloshing as something came their way.
"Ororo!" a tearful voice full of desperation called out.
Storm went rigid turning to face the direction herself she felt both a great relief and horror at the sight of Marrow charging down the path.
"Sarah! Oh thank the goddess! I thought everyone was lost." the woman cried taking the sobbing child into her arms.
"What happened here-?"
Jean cut Cyclop's question short when she spoke; "There's someone else too..." she whispered one hand touching her left temple while she searched. "... but they're blocking me somehow."
The little Morlock gasped suddenly, "Yes! He saved me but he's really hurt! I can show you."
Storm glanced down at her small friend uncertainly, she really didn't want her going back through those halls. "We appreciate the offer young one but let us go elsewhere for right now. I am sure they will be able locate him."
"Storm, why don't you take her to the Blackbird and make sure she's alright? We'll meet you there once we find the other survivor." Cyclops suggested after sensing her unease.
She nodded at the man gratefully, "Come with me dear."
"I'll come with you." Jean said joining her side after getting an approving nod from Cyclops.
Once they'd parted ways the three started to make their way down the tunnels, after passing several turns, Wolverine eventually stopped in his tracks and let out a small growl.
Having caught both the attention of Scott and Hank they stopped and looked at him curiously.
"Creed."
"Sabertooth? What interest would he have down here?" Scott asked a little surprised.
"Beats me. All I know is that he was here. I could recognize that scent anywhere."
"That definitely explains the bloodshed my friends."
"Logan could he still be here?" Scott asked.
"No, scent isn't that fresh he's long gone."
~ Memory / Dream ~
The feeling of hands tugging at his clothes, sharp claws gouging into his flesh here and there.
"Non! Y' sick get off me!" he yelled fighting with all his strength to try to crawl out from underneath Victor's much larger frame.
"What was that ya just called me a few moments ago LeBeau? Tomcat? Maybe this will teach ya ta keep yer smartass comments ta yerself." Victor growled lowly into his ear.
Despite his initial intent to try and not give the beast satisfaction, a blood curdling scream tore from Remy's throat as razor sharp clawed fingers gouged deep into his abdomen.
Soon his skin was unveiled to the both the cold water and air of the sewers.
"Victor no! Don' do dis mon ami!"
"Friend now? Sorry kid, hate ta burst yer bubble but I never liked ya." Sabertooth replied running his claws downs his lower back til he felt him tremble.
The sound of a belt buckle being undone echoed in his ears and he shivered against both the cold water and the thought of the many things that might happen in a few moments if he didn't get help.
Without warning sharp claws sunk deep into the flesh on both his hips, and Remy screamed in agony as Sabertooth raked eight gouges starting from the bottom of his lower back all the way down his hips ending half-way through his inner thighs.
Oh god it hurt so bad and there was so much blood that he knew was his own mixing in the dirty water.
After these wounds were inflicted he found any sort of movement caused such excruciating pain that he was seeing black spots.
"Scream an fight all ya want LeBeau, cause I'm goin' ta enjoy this!"
~ End Memory / Dream ~
Terror. Disbelief. Panic. Anger. Cold. Sorrow. Pain… agonizing pain… so much pain. That's the only thing he could thing he could comprehend right now.
However the feeling of warm fuzzy fingers prodding at his neck is what caused red on black eyes to snap open in shock.
The face of a monster covered in blue fur drifted into his line of view and the only thing Remy could think of was the thick patches of hair that had covered Sabertooth's chest, legs, arms, stomach.
He seemed to sense his unease and spoke softly. "Do not worry I only wish to help you."
Another furry blue hand reached down to inspect the still bleeding wound on his naked hip and panic flooded his thoughts he started to try to put distance between them kicking out with a leg.
"N-Non! Get away from me! Quelqu'un aidez-moi s'il vous plaît!" he cried desperately.
He caught the blue creature off guard who fell backward into the ankle deep water with a splash.
Air, his lungs burned he couldn't breathe! He looked around frantically to find a way to escape but then hands were grabbing at him, two a pair of blue furry ones and a second pair which he found belonged to a man possibly a little older than himself wearing some sort of visor.
"Easy, we don't want to hurt you." the second man said in a firm voice.
Everywhere more hands, he needed to get away from these people!
Out of sheer luck he managed to pull an arm free and picked up a rock from the sewer floor.
The two men watched as it started to glow a light pink and he used that moment of distraction to strike.
"Beast look out!" he heard the other man yell.
It landed right between the two before it went off with a small explosion. Immediately he tried to make a run for it, getting on his hands and knees only to scream in pain when his broken wrist was brought back to his attention.
Pushing through the pain that shot up his spine with much effort he started to get to his feet despite the searing pain it caused his body.
~ XXX ~
Wolverine returned from the Blackbird with a blanket like he'd be asked to, but hell if he'd known this was going to be the result when the kid woke up he would have stayed.
He found Cyke and the doc had cornered the young man in sewer drain and were trying to wrestle him out.
After observing the situation for a moment he decided to say something.
"What the hell are ya two doing!?"
Both men stopped, turning to look at him and the kid took the distraction as an advantage and darted out of the small space knocking both men on their asses with a splash.
Scott wasn't down long though and it didn't take him long to tackle him to the ground.
The bone chilling scream of terror that flung from the young face made everyone's ears pound, especially Logan's and if the fact that his hands covering his ears didn't give that away the wince certainly did.
That was it.
Letting out a growl Wolverine stormed over to the two and grabbed Cyclops by the scruff of his neck tossing him a few feet away from the boy then looked to Beast.
The boy didn't get up this time he just laid there and watched silently.
"Both of ya get!" he yelled pointing towards the way they came.
"Excuse me?" Scott asked in his 'authoritative voice'.
"Honestly Cyke can ya not tell the kid's scared! He's injured and more than likely traumatized and yer makin' it worse by cornerin' him like an animal."
"Traumatized? No shit Wolverine, I think anyone who got mauled by Sabertooth to this level would be traumat-"
Splashing could be heard at the mention of his assailants name and they watched as the young man flailed about trying desperately to get up so he could get away.
His wounds seemed to be causing his body to fail him though and the more failed, the more frustrated he became and Wolverine saw some tears fall from his eyes.
"V-Victor… Vic..tor.. non.. non… non! Quelqu'un aidez-moi s'il vous plaît!"
Logan glared daggers at their 'brave leader'. "Way ta go Cyke."
Swallowing the urge to continue the argument and to point out that he was the one leading this team and not Logan, Scott grumbled but made his way back down the tunnel to go wait with Storm and Jean.
When Beast tried to approach the wounded man again Wolverine noticed that the kid's attempts to back up revived.
"Hank, the kid's scared of ya too. Lemme try."
Though the doctor was hesitant, Beast walked to the entrance of the tunnel before glancing back at Logan.
"Logan are you sure you will be able to handle him my friend?"
"Not really, but I'm gonna give it a shot. Go, I'll radio ya if I need help."
A reluctant nod and Beast disappeared after Cyclops.
Logan turned to the boy a couple meters away from him and took a deep breath.
'Here goes nothin.'
There you go guys, lemme know what you think if you like. Criticism is always welcomed!