Welcome back! I am very amazed and grateful to have gotten three reviews on this story, and also a few awesome followers! ^^ Now, to reply to reviews. 1. No, I've never posted this before, and in case you are going to ask, this is original. 2. Beautiful Storm Munroe, I plan to update at least bi-weekly, take that lightly though, if I come across a good RoLo, then I'll be off duty for that amount of time. 3. And I'm very sorry, I forgot the third review :P. Onwards! To Victory! Rawr! Charge Dino!
Beast: Disclaimer: For those who love inner-conflicts, you'll love this book. Omen Niigata does not own X men! Sadly...
I was in my element. Completely and totally in control, no waver in my step, no step backtracked, no moment wasted. I was at home in the hunt, and I was completely fine with that. Sniffing the air, I catch the scent. There is only the soft crunch of the ground under my feet as I gave chase and gave freedom to the beast, knowing that if I was too late...
The beast moved with sharp, quick, and sure movements as he caught sight of his prey. His prey was hunched behind a tree, his breathing almost unnoticeable. But it was just enough for him to hear. He round the tree slowly, carefully, and slowed his breathing and quieted his feet. He waits, because he is the most high of the hunters, and has the gifts given to all hunters. He waits, he knows, and he hunts. He waits for the moment to come where he will strike. He knows that the prey expects the man, not the beast. And then, he strikes. The first strike is a four-legged tackle to separate him and the girl.
The next strike is him charging forward, pouring himself into the hunt, knowing all to well what will become of the girl is she is left to Victor. He cannot fail, and before his prey can recuperate from the first strike, he unsheathes his claws, and leaves a devastating 18 claw mark on his prey in the flash of an eye, and jumps back, waiting. Knowing. Yet not striking, though. Waiting.
With a roar of rage, Victor surges up, rushing upon 'Logan', who is hunched upon two legs, his arms extended to either side, and his claws fully extended to an incredible 7 inch length. Launching himself into 'Logan', he sets the Beast's trap into motion.
He had waited. He had known. He had waited for his prey's anger to cloud his mind. He had known that his prey would attempt to over power him in his rage. The he struck. He knew that this strike would be the last. As the launched his right and, and thus his right claws, forward, he was awestruck. He had waited. He had known. He had struck. But he was wrong, Victor's mind wasn't clouded, instead of attacking him, Victor changed direction at the last second, his claws digging into the girl, who was behind him, skin, and ripping into her. The Beast did something he had never done before. He let go. He released himself into the Man's control. Anger fueled him, and he was no longer, in that moment, beast, but equally, nor was he man. He was the perfect Hunter, the unstoppable being made of 300 pounds of Adamantium.
It is an insane, beautiful, horrific, and disturbing experience to have two beings inhabiting the same body become one, even for such a short time. During this time, Logan was expelling high levels of energy, so much so that he was mistaken by Xavier Charles to be a group of Level Five mutants. Immediately sending for Jean, Scott, and Ororo, he boarded the Blackbird and speed to the location, somewhere in Alberta, Canada. He was meet with the sight resembling a field during spring time as he stepped off the plane, not a frozen waste land inhabited by a group of level five mutants. Instead, in the middle of the field, he saw Sabertooth, broken and bloody, in front of the bleeding form of a young woman, who seemed to be limp, being held by a man who radiated pain, hatred, anger, and most of all power.
