AN: A fanfiction about Victor Creed, my OC and some of the other the X-men. Please do leave reviews because it inspires me to continue and also if you have any ideas: let me know! I will write chapters on demand!

Rated M for language, violence and later on some explicit sexual content which will hopefully shock you to no extent.
Disclaimer: yadayadayada I don't own X-men blablabla

p.s. This story is based on Liev Schreiber's Victor Creed as we know him from X-men Origins, but in the current time.

"Well little kitty cat, it's a shame we don't get to spend more time together. But I guess Erik has no more use for you and we ran out of experiments to do. Such a shame don't you agree? Then again, you seem pretty messed up so I don't think you'd be able to handle any more, would you?"

I haven´t got the slightest clue how long I've been in here. It feels like years, decennia even, but it can only be a few month's calculating by the amount of times they visited me, fed me even. I've not seen any daylight the entire time and the food's worse than hospital food. In a strange way it calms me down to know they ran out of experiments. I can't do any more, my body is absolutely and utterly used up.

I keep my head down and don't a say a thing to her. I refuse to speak. After everything they did to me, we're now gonna do small talk? I don't think so. But she just won't shut the fuck up.

"Now you're only useful for once last thing. And HE is gonna have so much fun with you… I hope your healing factor is as good as a full feral. We can't really be sure until we test it right little half-blood?"

She lets out a small and wicked laugh. I can hardly make her out in the dark and dusky chamber they put me in. With that metal band Magneto put around my neck to restrain my feral strength. Not that I have much feral strength yet. It's fully in development and I still have three cycles to go. Guess I'll never know what it feels like to be full feral.

"You know what little half-feral? I will do you a favor, I will advise him to be gentle with you. Of course I cannot be sure he will listen to me, Victor never really listens to anyone. Besides, when he comes back after all those weeks of hunting Logan down… he must be famished. And I don't mean for food..." She laughs again. Such an evil unearthly sound.

I never thought there could be women like her. How distorted her mind must be. I wonder who fucked her up this badly but I can´t be bothered to ask.

"Can you shut up already?" I finally ask agitatedly.

"Not very social today hm? That's a pity because I am the closest thing to a friend you have right now"

I scoff "Well, as a 'friend' let me give you some advice Mystique. You´re as ugly on the inside as you are on the outside. You're nothing more but a scaly blue freak so please stop desperately trying to fit Raven"

Not a Nobel prize winning move I just made there. In no time she has me up against the wall with her foot on my throat. I just chuckle.

It angers her even more.

I win.

"I don't answer to my slave name!" she hisses at me.

"So you say… And yet you reply"

She lets go of me slowly and strolls towards, what I think must be, the other side of the chamber.

"Don't you ever wonder why your surrogate father never searched for you?"

"Not really no" I try to sound as nonchalant as possible. But yes, it stings. Maybe Logan never came because I'm not his real daughter. He just raised me because I was feral like him... But I know all too well who my real father is.

She continues her little play "Because he is pretty close to having his memories back… he must remember something of those 12 years he raised you right? So maybe... just maybe... he doesn't care enough because you're not his real offspring"

I roll my eyes and sigh in response "Who knows"

"O well little half-ling. It doesn't really matter does it? Because when Victor comes back to collect his reward, there won't be much of you for Logan to come back to"

"You wanna know something Mystique? You flatter me greatly and I want to thank you for that"

She would have cocked an eyebrow if she had any "And how is that?"

"You just make me feel so damn special. I mean: Am I really someone's reward? How awesome is that!"

She chuckles and brings herself closer to me again.

"Honey, you have no idea who you're joking about. Let me give you a little insight: We are on the 41st floor of this facility, yet as soon as HE walks through the door he will smell your tight little feral cunt. He will rip you to shreds, rape you all night long, break every bone in your body and you'll probably heal so he can just start all over again… and again… and again…"

"Like you guys did to my mom?" I ask full of grudge.

"O honey… that wasn't Victor, he wasn't even with us back then. Well, he isn't really with us now.
Anyway about your mommy: That was all me, don't you remember? I had all the pleasure of killing your pathetic human mother. I have mommy issues you see, especially with those who leave their children behind because they're mutants. So I really did you a favor don't you see? But don't worry, it was quick and easy, hardly any pai..."

Before she can finish her sentence, the metal band around my neck falls to the ground. I focus hard and suddenly everything trembles as if we're in the eye of the storm. The walls are crumbling down around us. I slam her blue body against one of them only by using my mental abilities.

"If you would have paid any attention back then, you would have known my mom wasn't human you ugly whore. Now… Let's see if you have a heart."

And that's the last thing she would ever hear from anyone, before I reach inside her chest and pull out a purple and reddish piece of meat. It's still beating when I squish it in my right hand. Her limp body falls to the ground. I notice how her blue scaly skin changes to normal human skin.

Quickly my mind is being distracted: Daylight. Something I haven't seen in weeks.

I look down at Mystique's pathetic, lifeless body on the floor, sunlight reflecting the shining of diamonds in her ears.

"Oooh, shiny" I whisper to myself.

Nice. Those belong to me now. I've always been a sucker for shinies.

I walk over to the edge where the walls have broken down completely. I look over the view, yup, definitely the 41st floor of this facility.

"Well then. Let's test this healing factor of mine"

Again the Runt got away from me! Erik's not gonna be pleased but screw that old fuck…
As soon as I enter the facility I'm being welcomed by the most delicious smell ever. I forget all about my rage as I inhale deeply once more. I can't fucking believe it. This must be Mystique playing mind tricks with me… But I can't smell her anywhere around me… But what I do smell must be too good to be true:

My mate…

She's here… She's alive… and here! Finally my dues are paid off! Finally something good happening. Scratch that: this is gonna be the best things ever happening for the Saber…