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As the knife had drawn back the predator's attention, he coming towards with murderous look, Anna took a step back.
Truth to be told, she hadn't really thought what next. She had just acted, angry from how the feral man had acted like she was nothing else than just a plaything. Like a wounded mouse that a cat would play with, not killing nor letting go, until it got bored.

So, wounded and tired Anna couldn't keep herself from panicking, the animal side taking over, when the beast man's movements started to fasten and his poser get more hunched that he was almost on all fours.
Turning Anna dashed away when the other mutant started to lung toward.
Again the forest was filled by a furious roar, Anna feeling her heart beating with mix of fear and will to survive. Animal side taking over without her noticing.
Her eyes seeing the world now as a prey does, looking for a way out, a hiding place, safety. She jumped and run with more speed and fluent movement, zigzagging to make the chasing beast's attempts to jump on her harder.
Sensitive ears were hearing the male feral's heavy, growling like breathing and how he was rushing after her.


Sabretooth noticed the change on the fleeing woman. How her movements turned into hastier and more prey like. She wanted to escape. There was the hint of fear again, getting slowly stronger as he kept chasing her.
But it didn't amuse nor pleased Sabretooth now.
He was too angry, he had run out of patience and humor with this bitch. She wanted to fight until death? She would get it.
Running on all fours the feral lunged and jumped, speeding from tree trunks and stones, keeping up with the running prey but not just yet catching her.
But she would slowdown from exhaustion while he could still go on for hours.


The two mutants run out of the forest into a clearing and starting to cross it.
And they didn't notice something.
Victor didn't know about it and Anna didn't remember at that state of mind. But when the woman's other leg suddenly went through the ground, swallowed by icy water up to her knee and she stumbled to halt, the feral female's human consciousness rushed back.
She immediately realized they had run into middle of large frozen lake. The unstable ice had formed maybe just couple of weeks ago.

The woman on her one knee could hear the ice cracking under as she started pulling her leg up. Then she heard the predator mutant closing the distance between them quickly. Looking she saw him reading himself to jump onto her.
"No, stop! NO!"
He jumped. And as he landed on top of her, claws digging into her shoulders, the ice broke under them and both of them were swallowed by dark, cold water.


The sudden wet chillness spreading through every muscle in his body was shocking.
It forced Victor to jam for a moment, return from the primal chase he had fell into and come aware of the situation the woman had lured him into. They were in a freaking frozen lake, just how desperate this stupid bitch was to get him!?

He needed to get out the water and fast. Even with is healing factor this was bad. His muscles were reacting to the sudden coldness, heart rating accelerating rapidly as the instinctively need to breath obliged him.

Both ferals thought the same thing: they needed to get out of the water.


Feeling distantly the bastard letting go Anna tried to fight through the sudden panic that followed by falling into icy lake.
Clumsily she tried to move her arms, not to breath underwater and fighting against her body's natural reaction to hyperventilate. Images flashing in her mind she tried to keep her mind clear but past was filling her. There maybe wasn't down holding hands this time, but falling into the depths of lake was just as substantial.

Then, seeing the swimming man, who had pushed her into the water, created a spark inside the prey feral.
The truth is... There had been many times when Anna's life should have ended. So many times in fact, that maybe she was just a walking corpse who tried to act like a living human being, only moving and breathing by will.
As from the moment she had turned into a mutant, her nature as a prey feral with low leveled powers revealed, she had been treated like a broken thing that should be fixed. Not something that would be chased and killed by others but the other way around. By beating the prey instincts out of her, shaming, scaring and hurting her so that she would turn into what had been excepted from her.
And in the end it had worked, in its own way. She was still alive after all.

By learning that cowering and showing fear, petrifying in front of a threat, would only bring more bad things Anna was forced to change. Transforming her abilities as a prey feral, like speed and agility, hearing and sense of danger, into her weapons rather than tools to flee.
The agitated feelings and impulses that her prey side felt in front of a threat made her instead of fear to be angry. Sparking her to fight with everything she had, feeling the need to push the others down and make them her prey instead of she cowering on the ground.
How dare they to look her down?
How dare they decide her to be worthless and weak?
How dare they try to submit her into being a prey just because she had the nature of one?
When they didn't even know what she was capable of, that they should be cautious of her?
Not knowing her want to hurt anyone who even though she was less worthy, because she was a prey feral?

And then they would act all surprised when she proved them wrong. When instead of bleating she growled, instead of running she fought, instead of cowering she attacked back.
She wasn't a prey feral. That wasn't her true nature. She was a feral who looked like a prey.
She was a predator who wore prey's skin. She was just as predator as this feral man fighting against her.
And with that same anger, that always fueled her into action, helped her even now through the panic to get to the surface.


Victor gasped for every breath as he resurfaced. Every muscle fidgeting as he pushed ice pieces out of his way to get to the hole's edge. It was easy for him to get up, claws digging down as he dragged himself up.
Then for a moment he collapsed to lay down, shivering and just breathing there.
Cursing in his mind he knew he needed to move soon. The motivation found him as he heard the bitch splashing in the water hole.
Getting half up he watched as she tried to get out of the water, clattering her teeth and hissing, scraping the ice with bare hands. Her attempts to get up were clearly not working.
She would not get out of the water, she would lose her consciousness and die by drowning or freezing.

Getting up to sit Victor watched her attempts for a moment.
Then, getting up, he slowly started to circle the hole, to the side where the female was clinging onto the edge. Hugging himself he stopped right in front of her, her situation putting a smile onto his face.
How helpless she was now, after all those moments of not giving up and keeping him on his toes.

Now… What should he do? Kick her onto her face and let her drown? Stomp her fingers, forcing her away from the edges?
Though, drowning her would be too kind, as she wasn't even begging him to help her. Victor really would like to hear that. But no, she was just shivering there and glaring, ready to die right now rather than to submit to him. Watching her Sabretooth huffed.
She really was stubborn one wasn't she? Victor wasn't sure should he be amused or impressed by it, although he couldn't deny that the woman hadn't done those already.
Watching the freezing woman he wondered what to do...

Finally the feral predator crouched and offered his hand to the female.
And after a second she grabbed onto it, letting him pull herself up. The feral man didn't have any trouble to lift the woman. But he didn't help her onto the ice.
Instead, the man getting up, he hold the prey by her arm and kept her dangling above the edge of the hole in the ice. He was damn cold but he so wanted to enjoy of this moment of her helplessness.

...Until she grabbed on his hand, and kicked as hard as she could against his chest while pulling from his arm.
Surprised and air knocked out Victor was pulled back into the water and his arm dislocated from shoulder. Getting back to surface, panting and growling for his already healing but still damaged arm, Sabretooth turned to see the bitch half over the edge.
Growling he grabbed onto her left ankle. Feeling her shivering and tensing from his touch.
And then he heard people, shouting and calling as they approached from the forest, seeming to look for the now weak woman.

"Anna!"
"Where are you!?"

Cursing, not wanting to deal with the villagers now in his condition by freezing from cold, Victor let go of the feral female. Hauling himself out of the water with one arm the feral hurried away from the lake, disappearing into the forest.