Chapter Two: Deception
Author's Note: To all the lovely X-men fans out there, I just want y'all to read my fic and PLEASE write your fabulous reviews for it, it's going to be a big encouragement for an immature writer like me. So guys I'm back with the second chap which is full of 'Sabertooth vs Wolverine' action. I've written this one in the semblance of a movie. There're gonna be various twists and turns back to back so I've chosen an interesting title for every situation in the bold capitals to avoid the mix up. Now enjoy...
Ok ok, last but not the least, all the events are happening in India so there's going to be a Hindi to English translation in various spot in bolds. Now no more yapping, just Enjoy...
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"So what does the nose say?" Mystique asked in her alluring 'Raven' form. Their trusted source has informed them about the feral family's secret escape out of the country with X-Men. After that, they'd be given a new identity and the assurance of a serene life on a secret but peaceful ground but of course, Magneto couldn't let that happen.
"Only the couple and drooler inside, both are piss scared and the frail's burstin' into tears."
"Which means X-Men aren't here yet. Azazel, Avalanche and Callisto, surround the cabin, Victor and I take the door." the three nodded.
Creed kicked the door open with expanded claws, all set to rip his enemies to shreds. Mystique rushed over and ran her glare around.
"What the fuck, Vic?! Where are they?"
Victor took in a deep sniff. The scent took him to a square wooden door built on the floor that led to an underground tunnel.
"They've just snuck in."
"Then let's chase them!"
"No, I'm sure the let out opens in the woods, we'll hunt them down." Creed had a evil grin.
"Everyone, to the wild!" Mystique barked on wireless.
IN THE WOODS
"Aur kitna dur hai?" - How much further is it?
"Bas thoda dur aur jaan,jaldi chalo, wo Brotherhood ke chamche hame kutto ki tarah dhoondh rahe hain." - Just a few kilometers away! Hurry up darlin', Brotherhood's dogs are after us.
The man sniffed a familiar scent in chilling air.
"Aur unme se ek feral bhi hai!" - And one of them is a bloody feral!
The woman let out another sob and clutched the bundle of their joy to her chest even more tightly and the couple hurried toward their destination. They reached a split path soon.
"Rekha, meri baat dhyaan se suno." - Rekha, listen to me carefully.
BACK TO THE CHASERS
Victor cleaved into the woods on all fours while Mystique was equaling his pace on her quad bike. They finally got to the split way.
"Which way?" Victor scented the air.
"Both."
"Who has the kid?"
"Ain't sure, one has the boy and other is usin' his belongings as a fuckin' decoy." Creed looked back to Mystique.
"You and the others get the frail," he pointed his chin towards the trail the mother had taken. "And I take care of daddy." Mystique nodded and turned right.
TOWARDS THE DESTINATION
The panic-stricken mother was glancing at her phone repeatedly. She was halfway there. When will they be here? A relieved smile touched her lips as their message popped on the screen. We're here.
THE HUNTER AND THE PREY
The chase had begun. Victor's paws were rapidly erasing the distance between him and the father of the Cub. The smell of the turmoil of emotions thrashing inside the other feral's mind was filling his nostrils and among all of these frail emotions, Creed could smell the little bugger in his arms. But there was something wrong with the toddler. The father was reeking of his son completely but there was no other...heartbeat. Why? It didn't take Victor more than a minute to put two and two together.
On the other hand, the inferior feral had also sensed the gigantic danger chasing his ass down on all fours, something he had never witnessed before. He knew his little trick didn't work on the man so he tossed the dummy he'd made out of his son's clothes away and switched to the plan B.
Hide.
Creed halted his burning paws and stared down at the spot the father had been standing a few seconds ago. He took another deep sniff and smiled predatorily.
"The bitch has kid, Myst, go get her." he informed on wireless.
Now...here comes his favorite part. His eyes turned intimidatingly pitch black and slowly reached up to catch his prey sitting above his head. "Game over, daddio."
Shit.
The lower feral had no other option. He pounced down at Victor quickly, aiming at Victor's chest. Bang Bang Bang! Three loud gun fires echoed in the air. One of them went right through his heart. Victor stumbled to the ground with a loud snarl. He wriggled for a few seconds but then went completely still. The other feral stepped away and momentarily glared at Creed's inert body before spinning to walk away but...
SO CLOSE
Her heels were on fire. She'll have to take the baby to them anyhow. Only they can help us now. Avinash's last words were echoing in her mind.
'Mai wapas aunga.' - I will come back.
He has to come back. We need him to. She rested her hand against the trunk of a tree to steady her rugged breath. She looked down at the tiny angel in her arms sleeping peacefully.
"sirf tumhare liye babu." - Only for you, baby.
She closed her eyes and took a long breath to gather her remaining strength to reach the destination but just as she spun around to move on, she ran smack dab into her husband's chest.
"T-Tum yaha? Itni jaldi? - Y-You? You killed him?; A surprised smile touched her lips as she hugged Avinash.
"Haan jaan." he smirked. "Maine uss dusra feral ka kaam tamam kar diya." - Yes darlin', I finished the other feral.
"Par tum itni jaldi yaha kaise?" - But how did you find us so quickly?
"Inn sab baaton ke liye waqt nahi hai jaan, bas munne ko mujhe do aur chalo yaha se." - We don't have time for all this sweetheart, just let me hold the baby and let's get out of here.
"Par?" - But?
"Par kya?" he can see an uncertainty in her eyes. He extended his hand. "Munne ko mujhe do aur chalo." - But what? Just give me the baby and let's go.
She expanded her arms to hand her husband theirs baby but as he advanced to take the child from her with a smirk, a dazzling lightening struck at his chest and threw him away.
"What's the hurry, Mystique?" the white eyed Weather Witch descended with a loud snarl.
SURPRISE! SURPRISE!
Avinash had barely taken a quick step toward his family but a loud crunch of dry leaves under someone's feet forced him to turn around.
"What the hell?!" his jaw tightened at once.
"What?" Victor stood back up and snapped his neck with a predatory smirk. "Never seen a class five before?"
THE SHOW DOWN
The shape shifter turned into her scaly blue form again which scared the hell out of the mother. She gripped the baby even more firmly and looked to the ebony woman in leather with a silent plea. Ororo approached her and gave an assuring nod.
"Ugh damn you X-jerks!" Mystique snarled. "Always spoil the party on the wrong time!" she struggled to get back to her feet, rubbing her scorched chest.
"Rekha, you get to Blackbird, Jean is waiting for you there." Ororo ordered the empathy. She nodded shakily and rushed toward the jet. Mystique tried to go after her but the weather witch lunged at her from behind. "Where do you think you're going?" she trapped Mystique's neck in a powerful hook of her arm.
LET'S DO THIS!
"Fuck it!" the smaller feral snarled and tossed the useless gun aside.
This fight was all about force and instincts now. Both man pounced at each other. Victor lunged at his prey on his graceful feline stride. A ferocious battle started jouncing the entire jungle.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Both females started battling ferociously. Punch after punch and kick after kick. Mystique began to taunt Storm with her continuous shifts. Ororo'd had enough. One kick to the chest and she shoved Mystique against a tree. Storm levitated two feet above the ground and her white eyes called out all the thick dark clouds floating in the sky. She prepared to make the final attack on blue bitch but shit, before she could do so, the ground under her feet began to shake due to a very powerful earthquake created by Avalanche from behind. In no time, the land under her started splitting into deep chasms. Ororo tried to jump on the safe piece of ground during but no use. Her foot slipped on a small broken slab of cliff and she fell into a narrow dark trench but thank goodness, her hands grasped the edge of it at the right time and saved herself from getting lost in that abyss forever.
"Good job, quake boy." Mystique smirked evilly. "And now, you handle the weather bitch and I go find the kid." he nodded and turned his attention back to the dangling weather witch.
FACE TO FACE!
The father had guts. Victor had to give kudos for the bravery. He was really showing some moves before him, unlike many other pompous assholes Sabertooth had fought in the past. punches after punches, kicks after kicks. The entire jungle was trembling with their beastly roars but still, the man was no match against Victor's strength. Both ferals used nothing but their claws as their weapons but Creed's three inch pointed hooks were leaving more damage than other feral's merely one inch claws. His healing factor wasn't compensating enough against the superior feral's attacks. He was losing both his blood and battle with each passing moment. Creed was getting bored now. Time to finish it. One quick lunge at heart and he lifted the little feral up in the air like a damned paper and buried his claws deep into the flesh, breaking the ribs protecting his heart.
"P-Please...don't k-kill me!" his quivering mouth spilled out a small river of blood.
"Should have thought that before firin' at me." and with that vicious line, Sabertooth grasped his hammering heart and tore it out before dropping the lifeless body down. Victor pulled a sharp breath filled with the scent of fresh feral blood to his lungs and closed his eyes. A satisfied smile formed on his lips. He opened his eyes. They weren't pitch dark anymore. Now, time to head back to his second purpose of joining this mission, I am coming, Runt!
HERE I AM BUB!
"Feelin' helpless, Goddess?" Avalanche pressed his boot on the trembling hands of Storm trying to hold onto the cliff with every bit of strength she had. She cried out in pain.
"Don't worry baby, I'll make it quick." he shoe put more stress on her fingers, forcing her to let go.
"Let the lady go, bub!" a gruff voice filled with the smoke of a half-lit Cuban cigar's snarled from behind. Avalanche didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
"And fight like a man!" a set of nine inch razor sharp adamantium claws snikted out of his knuckles.
Avalanche pulled his foot back with a soft growl and struck the pose to generate those goddamned earth shaking seismic waves out of his fists. Wolverine ran at him with claws extended in the air. Avalanche made attack after attack, but Wolverine didn't fall for any of them. His feet instinctively touched the safe surface after every jump to avoid falling into those damned chasms. Now, Wolverine Attacks! A huge leap in the air and Wolverine gave Avalanche's pretty face three damned slits through his shattered helmet. The boy tasted the dirt with a whimpering snarl.
"Want more?" Wolverine's lips twitched into a taunting smirk but the whimpering quaker didn't have it in him anymore. Wolverine now drifted his attention back to Storm who was still struggling to maintain her grip on the edge.
"Need a hand?" Logan extended his hand, grinning.
"Yes, please." she took the hand. she was never so happy to see him before. "I've sent Rekha to Blackbird, you go try to find her husband."
"Cool." Logan changed the cigar with a soft nod and turned around.
DECEITFUL
"Almost there!" she whispered, looking at the precious treasure in her arms. They were just a few steps away from the cliff she needed to make a secret signal to Blackbird from. That's how her husband had planned it. Charles's team was about to fly them out of here in the middle of the night, without dragging the attention of that damned brotherhood or FOH but unfortunately, everything didn't go according to their plan.
Her feet were flying toward her destination but hell, Callisto ran smack into her face outta nowhere.
"Give me the child!"
"NO! NEVER!" she screamed and spun around to escape but Callisto caught her wrist with her lightening fast speed.
"Let me go, bitch!" Rekha struggled to wrench out of the grip. Rolling her eyes, Callisto delivered a hard punch to her face that send the mother into unconsciousness. Rekha collapsed on leafy ground with the baby still in her arms.
"Stupid bitch!" Callisto simpered but her smile couldn't rest on her lips for long. Her face suddenly turned pale and veiny. She dropped to her knees with a shaky whimper.
"Sorry, sugah." Rogue smirked softly and put the glove back on but just as she tried to step ahead to check on mother, she felt a soft touch on the bare flesh of her nape and before she could understand anything, her face also turned painfully white and like all her victims. She looked over her shoulder at the attacker and the face widened her eyes. It was none other than... Rogue?
"Sorry, sugah." the impersonator mocked her. Before the real Rogue could do anything to stop the fake one, she also joined 'the unconscious club' on the ground.
"Why didn't ah try it before?" the other Rogue grinned evilly and transformed into her real blue scaly self. Now, Mystique diverted her gaze to her prize weeping out loud besides her unconscious mommy. She set a foot towards it.
"Don't even try, blue bitch!" Wolverine snarled. Marie's delirious body on ground was enough to outrage him.
"Ugh you guys have a fuckin' timing." Mystique hissed. "This one is ours, Runt." she posed to attack.
"Who says?" claws out.
"I do." an acquainted voice reached his ears and forced him to glare over his shoulder.
"Hello, Jimmy!" Victor bared his canines.
THE FERAL COLLISION
"So, finally back to the old crime buddies, sewer rat?" Logan growled. He'd already smelled Creed's presence on the kid's father's brutally murdered body.
"Nah.. Was just missin' ya, Runt." Creed also expanded his claws. "Step aside, Blue, it's between me and Runt now." time for the Main Event baby! both men ran at each other like two hungry lions. One leap through the air and the biggest feral collision vibrated the whole wilderness.
"You never learn from our fights, Jimmy boy." Creed buried his claws into Logan's shoulder.
"My name is Logan!" gritting his teeth, Logan wrapped his fingers around Victor's wrist and pulled his talons out of his shoulder with a loud snarl. "Not some fuckin' Jimmy or Jimmy boy!" he snarled again and printed three deep slashes on Victor's lower abdomen. Both ferals stumbled back until their healing factors kicked in.
"No its not, it's that asshole's name," Creed landed another punch. "Who called himself our Pa!"
"You say that every time." a hard uppercut met Victor's chin. "And I never believe ya."
"Believe it or not," Victor snapped his neck and delivered a left hook-right low kick combo. "BUT YOU ARE MY BROTHER!" he roared and chokeslamed Logan to the ground and held him there. "I have fed you, clothed you, even wiped your butt when there was nobody fuckin' else, you've even learned these moves from me, Runt!" he hissed with pure anger and Logan could smell that every word coming out of his mouth was completely true but didn't care to admit.
But on the other side, Mystique didn't try to escape the ground this time. Apparently, she had some other plans.
"What makes ya think I should believe ya after what you have done to me in the past?" Logan broke out of his grasp. "And what you do, every year, on that day?" a deadly foot chokehold clenched around Creed's neck. This one was impressive.
"Oh c'mon, baby bro," Victor grinned provocatively and broke down the hold with his mighty arms. "Everyone gets a gift on birthdays." both men shot back up and paced in a circle, snarling like two wild beasts ready to rip each other to damned pieces.
"It's not my birthday!" Logan howled and gave three long deep cuts on Creed's left cheek.
"YES IT IS!" Victor howled back. "And it is the same day...when it all started." a toothy grin occupied his lips."when I killed that Silverfox bitch of yours." Victor landed another hard punch to his chest and snapped three right middle ribs. Logan screamed in agony.
Silverfox? The name echoes in Logan's head loudly.
"What? The mention rang any bells in the brain?" Victor cocked his head with a smug grin. "Even I feel some sexy chills whenever her face flashes before my eyes." he clutched his fingers around Logan's neck and stood him up. "She was really a hot piece of ass."
He didn't know why but Creed's obscene comments about this Silverfox chick pissed Logan off like hell.
"Just shut the fuck up, Sabertooth!" he roared and grabbed Victor's neck. Both men now growling, squeezing each other's throats.
"Or what?" Creed bared his fangs.
Before Logan could reply, an thin line of intense pain emerged on his forehead that surprised Victor. They both trailed their eyes down to the source of the pain which was a blood covered broken head of a sword driven through Logan's stomach and the bigger shock, the wound wasn't healing this time. A moaning Logan fell into Victor's arms.
"What the fuck, Mystique?!" He roared out loud. "What the fuck did you do?!"
DECEPTION
"Just finished it for good." Mystique calmly explained, wiping the blood off the sword in her hand. "Muramasa blade, can kill any healing factor in the world." she pointed the chin toward Wolverine. "Pried out of where he buried it last time."
Victor laid his brother down on the ground and rushed forth, there was an unleashed fury in his darkening eyes at the moment.
"WHY?" he hissed through clutched teeth.
"Because Magneto wants this mission accomplished at any cost." she glanced at Logan's immobile form. "it is now."
"But he doesn't order to kill Mutants!" he snapped.
"That's the difference. I'm not Magneto. He's getting old and so are his goddamn principles. Very soon the Brotherhood is going to need a new leader that is going to be ME!"
Victor rushed over and seized Mystique's neck before lifting her up in the air.
"W-What are you doin', jerk, j-just let go of me!" she choked.
"If you think you can just kill my brother and make it out of here alive, you are fucking wrong!" he pressed his claws deeper, cutting the skin around her throat to draw blood.
"H-He doesn't even think you his brother!" she made another futile attempt to save her neck.
"It DOESN'T matter what he thinks. He's my brother and you have tried to kill him! Yer gonna fuckin' pay for that frail!" He squeezed her neck harder, almost ready to snap it. "Get ready to die, bitch!" But HOLY SHIT, before Sabertooth could send blue bitch to heaven, Azazel teleported from nowhere and stabbed him in the back with another sword.
"She forgot to tell...there are two of these in the world." he pulled out his sword covered in Victor's blood.
The agony took over Victor's face. He carried his quivering hand behind his back to touch the running wound but before he could, Mystique stabbed him in the abdomen.
"Say my hello to your brother in hell!"
Victor stumbled back. His head was spinning uncontrollably. His vision was getting blurred due to the continuous loss of blood. His body was becoming numb with each passing second. This was the worst feeling, ever. He blinked his heavy eyes, trying to make out what the hell was happening to him. His staggering feet carried him to the cliff and before he could sense where his feet were and move away, a very pissed and scarred Avalanche stepped ahead. He couldn't take his revenge from that Wolverine for destroying his face forever but now his beloved brother was going to pay for his dirty deed. His hands created a mass of seismic waves and BAM! One fucking punch to the surface and a large split separated the edge Victor was standing on off the cliff and at the next freaking second, a severely bleeding Sabertooth was falling down into a vigorously streaming Satluj river.
"Good bye, pretty boy!"
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