Author's Note; I own Keka and Pren, but Hank McCoy, Wolverine, and Sabretooth are all property of Marvel Comics(The gods of the industry), and I am no more then a lowly Fan girl with free time...please review.
Keka tore through the woods, away from the scents of the far off lab and along the strong trail of sweet rain, panting, feeling the muscles in her fierce legs strain and throb, her arms pumping at her sides. She was on the hunt.
~15 Years Earlier~
The tiny child pulled herself into the dark hole in the concrete wall, the silent, hot tears streaming down her icy skin. She closed her eyes, afraid that their strange, faint glow would give her away, and focused her small, pointed ears, hearing the footsteps that chased her.
"Keka! Show yourself, Now!"
The harsh voice was close by, and Keka smelled anger coming off the man that it belonged to. She smoothly pulled herself into a tighter ball, sniffing soundlessly in the air. She could smell others with him now. She was sure that she didn't know them-their scents were new.
"Where'd the little half breed go?" A female's voice spoke with disgust.
"Shut up-she's seven for Christ's sake-she can understand you. And you're dealing with a feral-She can hear ever breath you take."
"And every move you make..." Cooed an unfamiliar male voice.
"Shut up! Keka?"
Keka sucked in a silent breath, breathing evenly through her small nose.
"Come on-I hear something up ahead. She's probably still running." The known man said, irritated, moving away. The other two followed him.
Finally, Keka peeked out of the hole, seeing no one around. She climbed down, taking off in the opposite direction, moving without making a sound, her tiny feet barely hitting the ground before the other was trading it off. She turned down into an alleyway, pumping her small legs as fast and hard as she could.
Keka skidded to a halt, trying to quiet her breathing. She could hear a deep baritone growl from somewhere in the darkness. It seemed to surround her. Her ears pulled back in fear and her eyes widened, searching the gloom.
"Who's there?" She asked, trying to sound fearless. "Who...who's making that noise?"
The growl continued, low and somehow unthreatening. It was the bodylessness of the sound that scared her.
Keka turned to look at a seemingly darker blackness to her left, watching the shape move, and feeling her right ear twitch uncontrollably. She heard a footstep behind her and spun to see iridescent circles in the darkness, just before she felt large hands take hold of her petite body, lifting her off the ground and yanking her into a doorway, snatching her into a building before she had the chance to scream.
Keka kicked, letting out a scant growl of her own, trying to free herself from the strong hands and arms that grasped her closely to a warm body *much* bigger then her own. She refused to cry out.
"Stop moving." A surly male voice chided her, securing her in his arm and taking one of her little paw like hands in his.
Keka fell still when the hand closed gently around hers. The soft sincerity of it was new to her, and something she hadn't expected from the stranger who'd seized her out of the dark.
"Who are you?" she asked softly, putting her other hand over his, feeling for a visual. He had sharp claws and thick fingers, soft and almost fuzzy.
"Someone who can relate to you." He said in a calm voice. She noticed for the first time, that they were walking.
"Why did you grab me?"
"Later, little one." He shifted her, pulling her protectively into his arms, curling his hand delicately around her neck.
Keka felt safe and warm for the first time in a long time, resting her head against the big man's chest. Animal instincts told her that he wouldn't hurt her; his heartbeat was steady and strong, and he gave off a calm, familiar scent. Her eye lids felt heavy and warm, finally dry of tears.
~Present Day~
Keka looked into the rising light, seeing the broken battlefield. The luscious sky lit with colours, shining on the dead and dying in the valley below her. It hadn't been a war, and therefore wasn't a battlefield, but there was a sense of death in the air all the same. Keka had arrived after the scientists had done their bidding, leaving animal and mutant children alike in the darkness. She had picked through, healing who she could and leaving the rest.
"There's something more special to be saved this day, Keka." She whispered, turning and moving on.
Keka tore through the woods, away from the scents of the far off lab and along the strong trail of sweet rain, panting, feeling the muscles in her fierce legs strain and throb, her arms pumping at her sides. She was on the hunt.
~15 Years Earlier~
The tiny child pulled herself into the dark hole in the concrete wall, the silent, hot tears streaming down her icy skin. She closed her eyes, afraid that their strange, faint glow would give her away, and focused her small, pointed ears, hearing the footsteps that chased her.
"Keka! Show yourself, Now!"
The harsh voice was close by, and Keka smelled anger coming off the man that it belonged to. She smoothly pulled herself into a tighter ball, sniffing soundlessly in the air. She could smell others with him now. She was sure that she didn't know them-their scents were new.
"Where'd the little half breed go?" A female's voice spoke with disgust.
"Shut up-she's seven for Christ's sake-she can understand you. And you're dealing with a feral-She can hear ever breath you take."
"And every move you make..." Cooed an unfamiliar male voice.
"Shut up! Keka?"
Keka sucked in a silent breath, breathing evenly through her small nose.
"Come on-I hear something up ahead. She's probably still running." The known man said, irritated, moving away. The other two followed him.
Finally, Keka peeked out of the hole, seeing no one around. She climbed down, taking off in the opposite direction, moving without making a sound, her tiny feet barely hitting the ground before the other was trading it off. She turned down into an alleyway, pumping her small legs as fast and hard as she could.
Keka skidded to a halt, trying to quiet her breathing. She could hear a deep baritone growl from somewhere in the darkness. It seemed to surround her. Her ears pulled back in fear and her eyes widened, searching the gloom.
"Who's there?" She asked, trying to sound fearless. "Who...who's making that noise?"
The growl continued, low and somehow unthreatening. It was the bodylessness of the sound that scared her.
Keka turned to look at a seemingly darker blackness to her left, watching the shape move, and feeling her right ear twitch uncontrollably. She heard a footstep behind her and spun to see iridescent circles in the darkness, just before she felt large hands take hold of her petite body, lifting her off the ground and yanking her into a doorway, snatching her into a building before she had the chance to scream.
Keka kicked, letting out a scant growl of her own, trying to free herself from the strong hands and arms that grasped her closely to a warm body *much* bigger then her own. She refused to cry out.
"Stop moving." A surly male voice chided her, securing her in his arm and taking one of her little paw like hands in his.
Keka fell still when the hand closed gently around hers. The soft sincerity of it was new to her, and something she hadn't expected from the stranger who'd seized her out of the dark.
"Who are you?" she asked softly, putting her other hand over his, feeling for a visual. He had sharp claws and thick fingers, soft and almost fuzzy.
"Someone who can relate to you." He said in a calm voice. She noticed for the first time, that they were walking.
"Why did you grab me?"
"Later, little one." He shifted her, pulling her protectively into his arms, curling his hand delicately around her neck.
Keka felt safe and warm for the first time in a long time, resting her head against the big man's chest. Animal instincts told her that he wouldn't hurt her; his heartbeat was steady and strong, and he gave off a calm, familiar scent. Her eye lids felt heavy and warm, finally dry of tears.
~Present Day~
Keka looked into the rising light, seeing the broken battlefield. The luscious sky lit with colours, shining on the dead and dying in the valley below her. It hadn't been a war, and therefore wasn't a battlefield, but there was a sense of death in the air all the same. Keka had arrived after the scientists had done their bidding, leaving animal and mutant children alike in the darkness. She had picked through, healing who she could and leaving the rest.
"There's something more special to be saved this day, Keka." She whispered, turning and moving on.