Tiger Tiger.
Chapter One: Its all history.
She could have turned out different but sometimes these things just happen. Some things just cannot be avoided, and anyway, even if things had turned out differently who was there to say she wouldn't have turned out the same way anyway?
She barely remembered her parents. They were the usual British Middle Class type. Had a nice house, but nothing outrageously expensive. They had only just managed to move from England to Arizona, in the USA, before her mother was pregnant with her at the ripe old age of fourty five. Her father had been around fourty nine at the time. They were normal human beings. They lived boring lives, filled with work and occasionally rearing their child. She was only five years old when her parents died. She can't remember to this day how they died. She had been young, and at that age how they died or by what just hadn't mattered. All that had mattered was that she was alone.
She was taken to the nearby Saint Helen's Orphanage, run by Nuns of all people. She had never been the religious type, and as far as she knew neither had her parents. Still, she had been taken there, and until she reached approximately twelve years of age she had settled into the orphanage nicely, even though no one wanted to adopt her in that time. She remembered being accepted by the other children after a while, looking up to the nuns, and of course the regular visits to see the Father of the church. If only he could see the uncountable sins she had done now...
Back then she had been a good girl. She had never disobeyed nor done anything wrong. She may not have been quite as smart as some of the others, nor as sporty, nor could she even cook anything without the fire alarm going off but she tried. She tried. All she had wanted was to see her peers and the adult figures in her life proud of her. Nothing more and nothing less.
However the day she started puberty was the day everything went to hell... and looking back on her life now she couldn't help but smirk in absolute delight. Boy, had she enjoyed it!
It had been like any other day really; the early morning sunlight flooded in through her window to wake her up. She had experienced her first bleeding the evening before, and although the nuns - even her favourite Sister Agatha - had helped her most admireably through it she still felt odd. She felt ashamed, a little, uneasy, uncomfortable, and boy did her body hurt! If it wasn't the cramping pain down south it was the persistant headache. Still, she woke up with a feeling of promise for some reason that day.
She heard her room door open and blinked her eyes open slightly groggy. She saw Sister Agatha there, coming to wake her as usual, but there was such a strange expression on her face. Then the nun screamed, causing her to jolt up within a second before spinning around to see what was scary behind her. There was nothing there. She turned back, only to see Sister Agatha run off. A frown appeared on her face but she shrugged it off - maybe whatever had scared her had gone away?
It was not to be though, unfortunately. Sister Agatha returned within seconds with the rest of the nuns and even Father Benedict, all of which seemed to be armed with bibles, holy crosses, and was that bottles of holy water? Father Benedict though had something else... something different... She realised it was a gun, and only half a second later he shot a spot on her bed just an inch away from her. She leapt forward in shock, and it took a few more attempts at shooting for her to realise he was trying to shoot her.
She parted her lips to try and ask what on earth was going on but instead of English words all that came out was a sound between a pitiful meow and immature, squeaky roar. It was as she leapt from the bed to the floor she realised she had four legs. She had little time to figure out what was going on and so embracing what instincts were trying to force their way on her, she ran.
In the end, the whole village just outside of Arizona's capital ended up chasing her out of the village complete with guns, arrows, and other makeshift weapons. With nothing on her back or to her name, she ended up lost in the wilderness with no idea how to survive. She sobbed out her grief that day, something of a complete break down, and by the time the night came she had changed.
It took her a while to realise she was a mutant. It was too late of course, because by that very first night her mutation had taken over and made itself exceptionally dominant. She had never managed to get back into her tiger form since the morning after passed, although it had done nothing to hinder her. She still had an exceptional healing ability (she was pretty sure she was immortal), heightened animal instincts and senses, as well as the ability to produce and manipulate pheromones. That little ability came in handy - she could seduce anyone or anything. It was like a love potion or spell since she could adjust the pheromones until they were the most potent for her target.
It didn't take her long to enjoy the thrill of the hunt. Tracking down her prey, fighting them and then ultimately killing them. She used every inch of their carcasses too - animals never wasted anything, after all. Of course being alone, she had no litter-mates to play with so it didn't take her long to invent her own games. For some reason humans and other mutants never did understand her games. They said they were bloody, sadistic, gory, morbid... That she was insane. Eh, those people didn't last long anyway.
At first it was easy for her to get caught, but with her mutation no one could ever keep her locked up long. She always ended up escaping, and sometimes she didn't even need to use her mutant abilities. She supposed it wasn't such a strange thing, but boy was it funny when she could get out just by flaunting her skin and riling them up a little...
She was rather beautiful, with her long, wavy black hair and piercing emerald eyes. She had quite a large bosom, with long toned legs, as well as a large, shapely rear. Her facial features could be seen as slightly masculine but on her with the pale white skin despite spending most of her time in the sun, it did look rather exotic on her. It suited her. Her full lips and soft, slender hands helped, she supposed.
In the end, she supposed it was quite a few things that led her to being as she was. Feral. It was whispered like a bad word when it came to her, and her name as 'The Beast' was legendary as well as infamous around the world at this point.
As dark, wild, and sadistic they assumed her to be though that was not all there was to her.
Sure, she enjoyed a good can can by a corpse whilst using their intestines as feather boas, but that wasn't all there was to her. Although their expressions as she took out the intestines to play with - she had kept them alive and not hurt them before doing that - was so very amusing. Perhaps it was that which others found sadistic and morbid? Humans sure were funny, strange things...
She didn't kill for sport. Sure, she enjoyed it all - but she only ever killed to eat, or defend what was hers. It was surprisingly easy to get into fights without her even trying to provoke anyone into it. The world wasn't all bunnies and rainbows as others may lead you to believe.
Anyway, the point was, she wasn't just an animal. Having been forced out of the Orphanage at twelve years old she did not have a complete education. She had never sought one anyway; her instinct told her to steer clear of all that could be deemed a threat and it was only since she was twenty years old that she had managed to gain some small amount of control and come into a city. Whilst she had used others sexually for whatever ends necessary, she refused to let any male inside her. The animal in her wanted a mate, but as none had seemed worthy as well as the fact she trusted no one she had never had sex. She had never even been to a sexual education class. She didn't read. She had forgotten how, although could identify what words meant if necessary. She had forgotten how to use cutlery, or anything technological wise actually. She didn't watch the television or the news.
Many things others took for granted she had done without. After her mutation kicked in she had been raised in the wild by herself - or more precisely her brand new animal instincts. As far as she was concerned if she wanted something, she took it and fought like hell to keep it. If someone wanted to hurt her, she fought them and if needs be eliminate the threat permenantly. She ate when she needed to eat, and when hunting she picked out the weakest living thing around although on occassion she did treat herself to nice strong piece of something. With the world developing as quickly as it was, it got harder over the years to find animals to eat so she did what anything other animal would do - pick out the easiest available livestock around. Humans. Perhaps that is why other two legged beings always tried to kill her?
At any rate, as "beast-like" as she was, in the end deep down there was still that little girl who was innocent and didn't know what she had done wrong.
Not that she'd ever admit it at any rate.
Since the food source had run down from plenty to scarce by the time she was twenty, she went back to the civilised world. After a chance run in with some kind of geek-prodigy, she managed to snag her parents' wealth and invest it until to the present day she was a multi-billionaire. Of course he only helped her to keep his life, their deal, although she made it clear if he ever betrayed her - and in her mind even a small thing could be seen as such a betrayal - he would be dead. He did not doubt her. He never said a word about her and he made sure no one could trace him to her or her to him.
She bought the penthouse of every hotel that was part of the Illumination Hotel chain - which was more luxurious and expensive then all other five star hotels put together - around the world and re-decorated to her own taste.
She was now twenty five years old, almost twenty six, and living in New York.
She had been living the life of luxury. She couldn't be touched. Or at least, if anyone tried they ended up missing. Dead, actually, but she had gotten better at covering her tracks.
There was just one problem... her biological clock was now ticking - who knew that was even a real thing?! - and she had come to the point where she just couldn't ignore it anymore. It had already been a year. However with no decent male prospects (even if she got over her multitude of issues to actually search for one and they actually understood her mindset anyway) it was limiting her options when it came to cubs.
She probably should have recognised Charles Xavier's School for the Gifted as a problem too since the pesky X-men and their enemy the Brotherhood were still trying to track her down, but she had out-witted them this long. Why concern herself with a couple of flies when she had a cub to find?
Of course, if she had known what was going to happen in the future she might just have taken the two mutant teams a bit more seriously...
Author's Note: Some people may recognise the lead female character (OC) from an X-men RP I used to be a part of - if you do, good for you! If you don't, then don't worry. I've tweaked her a little anyway, but she's still the girl we hate to love - just like a guilty pleasure. Normally, my lead females are good girls. This one... well, she may technically be a virgin, but apart from that she's very very wicked. This story can, and will probably, get a bit gory mostly because of her. You have been warned! Of course if you like or love Sabertooth, you'll probably like her too. Hope you enjoy this story as much as I do writing it.