TITLE: GOD BLESS THE CHILD
AUTHOR: Linda J. Feedback is all ways nice.
PERMISSION TO ARCHIEVE: Just let me know OK
RATING PG(language)

DISCLAIMER: Marvel and FOX entertainment own Sabretooth, However, the characters Joyce and Matilda belong to me. This story is for entertainment only. No profit will be made from it.

CH1

Sabretooth's memory was fuzzy at best. Hell, he wasn't even sure if 'Victor' was really his name. It didn't matter though- "Sabretooth" suited him just fine. What did he need with a human name any way? He didn't consider himself to be one, and apparently on one else did either.

He sat comfortably perched on the branch of an old oak tree that was just on the edge of the church grounds. He was nearly two stories high and well out of anyone's sight. He quietly waited for the church service to begin before he would leap down and go inside. Until then, he was content to watch the people as they went by; it was entertainment for him. For the most part he had no desire to be a part of their world any more, though he was determined to figure these primates out. He was curious by nature and humans were curious to watch. Sometimes, he wondered if he had not mutated, what would life had been like for him. Would he act just as crazy as the people he secretly watched every day? Would he have married and had kids; take a boring job somewhere; buy a house have two cars; only to divorce and loose it all? Only when he was being painfully honest did he admit to himself he wished he could experience a normal life for even just a while. Sometimes when he was all alone and usually after a long night of heavy drinking he promised himself that someday he would walk away from all the killing, find a wife and make a home…only to talk himself out of the idea soon after.

It was a warm and sunny Sunday morning. Sabretooth had been riding his bike through the New England country side from town to town for fun when he just happened to drive past this quaint looking church. The sign outside of the building read 'OPEN ARMS' and had a picture of outstretched arms that revealed the nail-scared hands of Jesus Christ. In between the arms were the words "NORMALS AND MUTANTS WELCOME". Sabretooth knew this was something not too many churches were willing to allow, much less advertise. He knew this from personal experience; once, a long time ago, he had heard of a church that also claimed mutants were welcome. The young and shy mutant had bathed and brushed his teeth; combed his hair put on clean clothes; used deodorant: the works. He went there on a Sunday morning, looking to find hope, but was only shown the exit door. That pretty much told him everything he needed to know about these so called 'we love everyone' kinda churches. He returned to the church late that night and took great satisfaction burning it to the ground. He was especially pleased to hear that the board of directors was in a meeting in the church office when it went up in flames. Three men along with the pastor of that church died in the fire. To this day, the memory of that night brings a twisted smile to his face. Until today, he had not been inside another church, unless it was on business, of coarse. So, when he saw this little oddity from the side of the road however, he had to come and get a look-see. After all, Sabretooth wasn't one to pass up finding a church that was in bad need of a good torching.