Author's Note- Alright! My first full length Birdy and Victor story! I wanted to tell the story of how they met and it tumbled into how they come to not entirely hate one another and not just their first encounter. It's already written out, too, so I'll be posting the rest of the story up once a week or so! If you get a chance please let me know what you think of my interpretation of how Birdy and Victor's meeting scene would have panned out!
There are two lines from the Maverick one-shot here from Victor and this is how the comic says they meet, but I don't own anything! Rated T for violence and language, this is Sabretooth afterall!
Chapter 1
She gawked… panic overwhelmed her senses. It poured through her chest with an icy chill and for the first time in years, she felt absolutely helpless. She'd given that beast of a guy her best blast, a one shot K.O. He should be out… he should at least be unconscious if he wasn't dead!
But all she did was throw him back into a wall… and inhumanely the bulking behemoth pulled himself up from the ground. She took an unsteady half step backwards as the man looked down at the streak of blood that came from his nose. He wiped it away with a finger and then steadily his head turned up to zero in on her.
The look she found on her adversary's face practically stopped her heart. She lost focus on the bullets that flew from the gang triad members that Creed had been here to eradicate. That's why they'd known where he would be. The triad's leader knew the contract was on him, and he hired her to get rid of Creed when he came to take the guy out.
As far as that guy's planned worked out… well, he was dead. She was pretty sure that was his body in the corner with his head half off his body, his neck sliced open. Now his lackeys, with their boss gone… and this freaking zombie getting back up, turned tail and ran out the front door and the broken window she'd entered through moments ago.
So much for hard core triad members.
Not that she blamed them, as she watched the impossible continue on. The man stood completely unharmed. She should follow the gang members, try and lose this guy in their chaos. Any real form of an escape would be the correct course of action in this situation.
If she could make herself she would. But her feet were stuck, frozen in fear from the terrifying gaze the man sent her way. His eyes were small, just dark dots surrounded in white, and the low, churning chuckle that erupted into the sudden silence sent shivers down her arms.
The adrenaline finally kicked in and overcame her sudden fear, and she stumbled backwards with the quick reaction from her body. Her mind focused only on getting away, all over thoughts became unnoticeable.
"Nice try, little girl," The man-beast-whatever he was, finally spoke, in that crawling voice. She felt like she was the deer in the middle of the meadow, watching the wolf and wondering if she could outrun it and live. "Now its my turn."
The words bolted her into action, and she spun quickly to get away. She just had to get out the door, and then she could somehow lose him. If her mental blast did nothing, and the triad's guns didn't… what chance did she have? She had to try at least to run.
But it seemed that as soon as the words had fallen from his mouth, he was on her. She'd hardly had time to finish her spin much less run before he'd reached her. A man his size… it felt like she should have had more time. She should have at least had speed as her advantage. Unfortunately that wasn't the case with the bionic man here.
She lost focus in the next few minutes. The rattled scream that ripped from her throat; as she was tossed further into the room, seemed to her that it came from someone else, somewhere in the distance.
She couldn't focus past the pain from the beating this guy gave her. Any kicks, punches, or scratches she tried were entirely in vain. He'd grabbed her gun and crumpled it like it was nothing but a paper toy.
Nothing affected him.
She couldn't move quick enough to evade him. She couldn't get her footing before he had her on the ground again. Her psychic blast had done zip. Hell she couldn't even move fast enough to dart off to gain the advantage.
It could only end one way. But the fact didn't stop her surprised gasp as his ginormous hands found their way around her throat.
"Ya could have put up more of a fight, girl, made it more fun for me!" The guy taunted her, but she was too busy as she tried to gasp desperately for air. She hardly had time for a witty comeback to this bastard.
She didn't want to die this way. She wasn't ready to die. She just finally got her life into some semblance of order, finally she was on her own two feet and relying on no one. Even if it was in a shitty way, she'd finally gotten herself on her own two feet and needed nobody else. Applying her powers this way, they had finally done something for her instead of ruin her life over and over again.
She gasped again, and even still she clawed at the fingers that squeezed tightly on her throat.
"Nighty night bird," The guy laughed in that same low and deadly voice from before.
He laughed.
She struggled again, but her strength left her quickly. She sucked in for air again and pulled the last bit of energy she had to try and attack him mentally again. It didn't affect him before but… maybe if she caught him by surprise his grip would loosen enough she'd… she'd at least be able to get some air….
She wouldn't die without a fight.
So she launched the only attack at him that she could. With her mutant abilities. But she could feel how weak it was compared to the last one. She latched on desperately to his mind, and tried to shake him in some way. Unlike the last blast that seemed to almost bounce off him, her desperation, or maybe a surprise attack, allowed her the smallest entrance. A mere crevice past whatever he had that blocked her before.
All she saw were haunting shadows.
She'd entered not a usual mind, filled with pathways and directions to follow, the way the owner organized themselves. They all had different metaphors, doors, people, places, and the like. But they all followed an organized pathway of the person's mental state.
Instead of that, here she found a chaotic maze, if it could even be a maze. It was a mess of corridors, dark, slimy, and scattered with half reflected images all around. They hung there like dead weight instead of tucked away into place, she could feel the heaviness as she passed each one.
She had no idea how to even begin to attack a mind like this. But she was desperate and quickly took the images she saw and shoved them away from her. Maybe if she moved some of this stuff around, threw it back into those dark, endless corridors, it might affect him enough that he'd drop her in reality…. at least shock him.
Without any reference to the time she'd been in his mind, she was jerked from his mind as she felt her body drop. The double sensation of falling, both out of his mind, and from the grip he'd had her in above the floor, made her reel for a moment.
Still with deep breaths, she stumbled up on her feet and saw that Creed had fallen backwards and was now sprawled out on the floor. She couldn't possibly hope he was dead, could she? She hadn't even known what she was doing in there…
"What the hell did ya do ta me?" He rumbled slowly from his position.
Well there was her answer. A big fat no. She looked around, that panic returned to her chest and she darted towards the door to make a get away. She expected to have herself yanked away from the door as she gripped the smashed frame. It was riddled with bullet holes, but Creed didn't grab her, or drag her back.
She spun out of the doorway, the crunch of glass beneath her boots felt like a safety net. A physical sign of her escape, and she sped as fast as her legs allowed past the Hong Kong triad's den.
She sent out a silent prayer, something she hadn't done in ten years, when she hit the pavement outside, her feet took her away from the disaster back there that almost ended her life.
She turned the corner, headed towards her car, when suddenly her stomach dropped. The hopefully, euphoric feeling fled from her quickly as suddenly Creed jumped down onto the sidewalk in front of her. She started to turn and run for the last alley she'd passed, but he grabbed her.
This time, though, it was by her arm, and there was no more fight.
"Get offa me!" She screamed, and it caused him to shake her. She pulled again, but it was hopeless to get out of his grip. He shook her again and bent his head down to look at her. She stared back angrily, not sure what else to do when she felt so terrified. His eyes weren't as dark as before, in the streetlights they seemed brown now and his iris's were bigger now, not as dilated as back in the den. They almost looked normal, except the way the light seemed to flash off his eyes was a lot like an animals in the dark.
"I asked ya a question," The man growled, a hand came up to grab ahold of her chin. He pulled her face so she stared directly at him. "What did ya do ta me back there?"
Forced to look at him, she questioned what she should do. He'd caught up to her at an inhuman pace… which meant running wasn't an option. If she could get his unshakeable grip off her arm to run in the first place. She really shouldn't be surprised after he got up from what should have been his demise.
"I hit you," She lied, and shrugged. Suddenly she could feel pressure under her jaw, like thick, jagged needles had poked into her skin. What sort of weapon was that?
"Don' lie ta me girl, could be the last thing ya do." Creed threatened.
"I'm a psychic." She decided on, since she wasn't taking a risk. She had to manipulate him here… whatever had him paused she needed to figure it out and use it as an escape plan.
"Been attacked by psychics plenty a time, an' it didn' feel like that," Creed said, his head tilted to look at her suspiciously. This time she did shrug, and her lack of knowledge wasn't feigned.
"I don't know, it's just something I do."
She didn't have any real control over her powers. She just went along and found ways that her powers worked for her. It was all a guessing game for her, and sometimes it really didn't end well. For instance… right now was a prime example.
"Hrm," Creed muttered, and started to look her over. She scowled up at him, despite herself. "I ain't felt this good in years," He claimed.
Her gaze shifted and her face pinched downward in confusion. Because of what? Because of her attack? They weren't exactly meant to feel good! She had messed with his mind, that should have hurt! This guy was so backwards it was insane! Maybe that explained the state of his mind, maybe he was insane or something.
She didn't really know what answer she preferred here.
Without another word, he let go of her face, and looked around the area. Then he nodded his head as if he'd come to some sort of decision.
"Yer coming with me, then."
"Like hell I am," She snapped without thinking. She reprimanded herself for the mistake. She needed to think right now, she reminded herself, or she certainly wouldn't see tomorrow. "Listen, how about we just leave this like two professionals of the business and say there's no hard feelings, hm?"
She tried her best to stay cool. But being kidnapped by the guy she was sent to murder was not high on her bucket list!
Creed just snorted. "It's either come with me, or I let ya go… an' give ya a five minute head start before I catch up ta ya," The man leaned down so he was right in front of her face again. He had to hunch his shoulders considerably to manage it. But she could smell his breath and see his amber-brown eyes almost physically harden. "Trust me, ya won' wants ta find out what comes next," He sneered, and straightened up.
She scowled, but said nothing… because that couldn't really be more clear, could it? She was going to have to wait this out and find a different escape route.
"Glad we understand each other bird," Creed said, turned, still with a hold on her arm and decided to just tug her along. What a guy.
"Who even uses the word bird anymore anyways?" She muttered pettily, and crossed her arms as best she could. Talk about an outdated word. Not even a popular one, like you saw on tv shows. She only knew it because her hazy, early memories included a grandfather, or an older uncle maybe? Someone that called his wife that… she didn't remember clearly.
"Now you do, Bird." He smirked nastily down at her and she couldn't help it. She knew Creed was just goading her, that he only said it because clearly it had gotten under her skin. But she wasn't going to be silenced either! She had to follow along with this for now… she didn't have to be quiet about it.
"No. I don't," She corrected him. "I'll go by whatever I want."
"Don' care," Creed shrugged, and she glowered up at her. All it did was make him smirk at her. "We'll just calls ya Birdy."
"I already have a name," She snorted.
This guy was a murder, kidnapper, probably crazy, and now an ego-maniac as well. This was a real good spot she'd gotten herself into this time! She was about to say something until a thought occurred to her. Yeah…. on second thought, maybe she'd let him keep the nickname. It was better if the guy freaking kidnapping her had no idea what her real name was. Then it couldn't come back on her later. Later when she did escape and was long gone from this mess.
"Not anymore, Birdy. Yer mine now an' y'll go by whatever I tells ya."
She swore under her breath, like hell she was. But there wasn't much to be argued with the murderer here as he shoved her into the passengers side of a car and got in the driver's seat, and sped off with her. Although it was a bit hypocritical since she'd come to kill him… but she wasn't kidnapping anybody! There was that….
It didn't really matter. He could think whatever he wanted… it was only a matter of time before she found her opportunity to slip away and escape. Until then… she'd play his game and keep alive, but it wasn't going to last. Despite what this psycho thought.