A Nameless Story
Chapter 7
I felt a strong buzzing, and noticed Sabertooth was on the ground gripping his head. I saw Stryker, and ran after him, pushing away the buzzing. I grabbed my swords from the snow, and sprinted after him. I flung the blood off of them as I ran, and quickly caught up with Stryker.
"Stryker." I said, stopping in front of him.
"Nameless. How are you still alive? Even Logan and Victor are in immense pain." He said, and I assumed Sabertooth was named Victor. The buzzing stopped, and so did the screams of the others.
"You have just attempted to murder thousands of people through manipulating a good man. I'm sorry, but I can't let you leave." I said, pointing my sword at him, my expression was determined. He smiled.
"You won't kill me…" He said, trying me. I looked up at him. I didn't want to kill anyone, but this man, just tried to murder thousands of innocent people; he had to die regardless of whether or not I wanted to kill him. It was the same choice I was given back in Berlin, during WW2. Kill the little girl, or let thousands die.
"Nameless, don't!" Rouge shrieked at me. "You don't want to kill him, let someone else do it, please!" She screamed, and Stryker called for Victor.
"I'm a monster Rouge. As much as I don't want to, as much as I try to be any different, I can't be. I'm always going to be a monster." I said, lowering my sword. I then shoved it into his heart swiftly, and pulled it out. As he fell, I felt sorrow, and guilt set in.
"I'm just a monster…" I muttered, and despair kicked in deep into my chest. Sabertooth lunged for me, and I rolled towards Rouge and Pyro who were behind him.
"GET THE FUCK BACK IN THE JET!" I roared, turning to stab Sabertooth. He grinned savagely, and I scowled in response.
"It's good to see you back, baby. I was almost hurt when you tried to take off my head earlier." He said, pointing his yellowed claw to his head. I stood there, with my swords out in front of me.
"Stop calling me baby." I snapped, my eyes holding fury. He laughed, while my glare started to hold more hatred. "What point is there in you attacking me now? Neither of us can die; there's nothing to fight for." I said, spinning out of the way as he rushed me again. In my peripheral vision, I noticed the Mutants running into the jet. The jet started up, and left.
"Sad your friends left you here?" He asked, and I smiled and watched it leave.
"I'm always the one that gets left behind. Who would come back for a monster?" I said, remembering just a day ago, when I asked Nightcrawler why he had saved me. I wonder if he thought it was the right to leave me now, I wonder what all of them thought.
I lowered my swords; there was no reason to fight now. I looked at Sabertooth, who was standing and watching me.
"Have you seen my sunglasses?" I asked. He shrugged, and I sighed. "I should go look for them." I said, and walked away from him and Stryker's dead body. I walked back into the spillway, into the hallway with the dead bodies, and saw my sunglasses were placed upon the chest of a dead man, with not one drop of blood on them. I put them on, and walked back outside noticing that Sabertooth had followed me.
I sat in the snow, and felt the cold burn the exposed skin where the clothing had been shredded. I folded my legs and began to dig deep in my mind. My eyes closed as I focused.
"What are you doing?" Sabertooth asked, next to me. My long hair blew away from him in the wind, and the cold numbed my face. I sighed through my nose.
"I'm trying to rest. Fuck off." I said coldly.
"Why don't you go to sleep in what's left of the base?" He asked, his voice a deep and low growl even against the wind.
"I can't sleep. I haven't been able to sleep since God knows when." I said, correcting him. I took a deep breath and focused again.
"Aren't you cold?" He continued. I scowled, and tried to remain patient.
"It doesn't matter. Not like I'm going to die from it." I said, my voice coming out controlled and annoyed.
"If you stay out too long, you'll get hypothermia." He said, and my eyes opened. I still remained sitting though.
"Your basing that idea off of your own experiences. You're ability is regeneration, mine is very different. I don't get hypothermia." I explained, closing my eyes again. I breathed in and out.
Finally he was silent, and I remembered something from my childhood as I searched the deep recesses of my mind, hearing the wind die away, and the cold fade from my attention.
I was five, and in a light blue dress. It wasn't too fancy, my parents were practical people though wealthy. I was standing in a gray lot, and it started raining. My house wasn't too far away, but I snuck out and I didn't want to go back right now. I looked ahead of me at the stone angel. She was beautiful, wavy hair flowing back into a bun, and her wings folded. She was praying with her eyes closed serenely.
I walked up to the statue, and kneeled down in front of her. I closed my eyes, and clasped my hands together to pray.
"Notre Père, qui es aux cieux,
Que ton nom soit sanctifié,
Que ton règne vienne,
Que ta volonté soit faite sur la terre comme au ciel.
Donne-nous aujourd'hui notre pain de ce jour.
Pardonne-nous nos offences
Comme nous pardonnons aussi à ceux qui nous ont offensés.
Et ne nous soumets pas à la tentation,
mais délivre-nous du mal,
car c'est à toi qu'appartiennent le règne,
la puissance et la gloire, aux siècles des siècles.
Amen." I said quietly.
Cool rain pattered down into my bun, making the bun my mother loved to see on me press heavily against my neck. I stood up, and wiped the mud off of my dress before looking back at the angel. I placed my hand on her cheek. The rain made her look like she was crying, like she was lonely. So I sat next to her, under one of her wings and kept her company. The rain made her look so sad…So I started to sing.
"When I'm dead and in my grave, no more good times will I crave. Place the stones at my head and feet, tell them both I've gone to sleep." I sang quietly, and suddenly, I noticed an old man staring at me from across the street. I looked back to the angels face, and debated on whether or not to say hello to him. But when a carriage passed, he was gone. I looked back to the sky, wondering about the King…
My eyes snapped open. It was already night, and the cold bit into me again, but the wind had calmed to a gentle hum. I felt a little groggy and disoriented. How long had I been in meditation? I stood up, and noticed it was snowing. Sabertooth wasn't near. I felt snow collect faintly on my hair.
I lifted my swords from the ground, and leaned them on my shoulder. No one was going to save me, so I just walked North, hoping that it lead away from here. I walked for a few minutes, before I felt someone's stare nail hard into the back of my neck.
I turned, and through my shades I saw Sabertooth behind me. I folded my arms.
"Looks like you weren't joking." He said, eyeing me. I frowned slightly, did he think I was an idiot? I was probably older than him, of course I knew what my abilities were. I fought back a snort.
"Know how long I was out?" I asked emotionlessly.
"Two days." He answered, and I turned to walk away. "Where you plan on going? We're on an island." He said, and I turned back to face him.
"Isn't there spare equipment here; a helicopter or plane?" I asked, and he pointed to a helicopter that was buried in the snow.
"Stryker blew the rest sky high. There's a cabin east of here though, in case he got stranded on the island. It's got supplies in it." He said, walking closer to me.
I shrugged, and turned back to walk North. He grabbed my arm, and I reacted, pulling a sword out and slicing his throat deeply. I turned and froze.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that…" I muttered, backing up and lowering my sword. He grabbed his throat, and it began to heal. "You shouldn't grab me from behind like that." I stated more firmly. I turned away, and started walking, sheathing my white hilted blade, and resting it back on my shoulder again.
Something huge barreled into me knocking me into the ground. I turned to face Sabertooth, who was snarling/grinning. I punched him, and we crashed to the ground. I kicked out of his embrace as he went to punch me in the face, but instead, he hit me hard in the stomach, crushing my legs in his arms. I kneed him in the collarbone, breaking it, and he bit me hard in my side. Ouch. The bastard had some sharp fucking teeth. I pulled both knees sharply up, nailing him in the throat. He choked, and released my side. I wiggled out from under him, and kicked him off me before I sprung up. I'd had just about enough of this shit.
"What the fuck?!" I yelled, picking up my swords. "Jesus fucking Christ, I said I was fucking sorry, it's not like I would've killed you! So what the hell was the point of this shit!" I finished, pissed off. It's not like I fucking asked him to follow me, or grab my arm.
I shook some snow off of me, and watched him get up. My anger faded back to cold indifference. I was thinking that I was getting hungry, and I hated it when I was hungry. Shove white hot rusty needles up my nail beds, strip away all the muscle and skin and carve something onto the open bone, but don't make me hungry. I sighed through my nose, and looked at Sabertooth who was looking at me through bright eyes.
"Well, can you show me to this cabin?" I asked, and he grinned like he was happy about something. I didn't exactly know what.
"This way babe," He said, leading me forward. "So what was that with Magneto earlier?" He asked, turning to look back at me as he walked ahead of me in the snow.
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Why not?" He pursued, and I frowned.
"Brings up bad memories." I said shortly. I looked around us, the snow was still falling gently.
"Oooh, must be fucking scary." He taunted.
"Eh, not scary." I said, not meaning to goad him on, but as soon as I said it, I knew that the cat was out of the bag. He paused.
"Then why the fuck don't you wanna talk about it?" He asked, and I glared at the back of his head.
"Why the fuck do you want to talk about it?" I said back, and my voice was void of any emotion. It had was always an effort to display emotion around people I wasn't close to.
"Just curious," He said dismissively. We stopped at a random place in the snow, and Sabertooth dug around in the snow for a moment. Then he walked down, what I assume was stairs into the 'cabin'. More like a basement, I walked down the stairs, and it looked kind of like a basement. It was warm, and the mechanism slid shut behind me, cutting me off from the outside world. I took my swords off my shoulder and continued downstairs gripping them tightly.
I walked down into a cabin looking thing. It had a couch, and a kitchen that I could see. Yellow light illuminated the refrigerator, and a coffee pot. I really wanted some coffee. Victor was standing a few feet in front of me, watching for me. I took off my sunglasses, and blew the snow off of them. I put them back on, and continued into the 'cabin'.
I felt tired again, so I sat down, leaning against the wall the stairs opened out of. My body was already warm, but I just didn't feel like moving anymore. I had my swords tucked under one arm, tilted upwards to lean against the wall.
"I want to know what happened to you back there; with Magneto." He repeated again. I glared.
"Magneto was sticking his nose where it didn't belong, just like you, and found out some shit that should've stayed buried." I snapped. "Happy now asshole?" I said finishing, and suddenly I was up against the wall pinned. He pushed up my sunglasses to reveal my glaring eyes.
He didn't say anything, but I struggled scowling, and he pressed against me to hold me still. Sabertooth grinned savagely.
"How does it feel to be used and then thrown away?" He asked, and I blinked in confusion. It's how my life has always been. I shrugged.
"It doesn't bother me. I was kind of surprised they didn't do it sooner." I said honestly. I jerked my head so my sunglasses fell back down on the bridge of my nose. I shoved him hard, and he stumbled back one step. I gently picked up my swords and leaned them against the wall. I walked into the living room (I guess it was a living room? I mean it had a couch in it) and noticed some picture frames. I lifted them up, and I saw a boy, a younger Stryker, and a women.
"That was Stryker. His son was a mutant, and killed Stryker's wife." Sabertooth said, closer to me. I put the picture down and walked back to the coffee pot. I made some coffee, and Sabertooth sat down at the table, the kitchen chair scraping unpleasantly against the cement floor.
"How old are you?" I asked, turning back to look at him and leaning on the counter.
"About 200 years, give or take. Why?" He said suspiciously, as a clawed finger scratched his jaw.
"Just wondering." I said, and I looked towards the pictures. Sabertooth continued to stare at me.
"How old are you?" He asked, and my lips thinned.
"I'm not sure." I muttered, looking towards the stairs. I wished I was off this damn island.
"What the fuck does that mean?" He said, and the tension in the air nearly crackled.
"I don't remember a lot of my life. Nearly everything before I was sixteen is just gone. Parent's, family…there's nothing there." I said calmly.
"You can't be that old," He snorted, and I took off my sunglasses, laying them on the counter.
"I'm older than you. I was going to get married when I was sixteen, that was some time before the Revolution. Then everything…was twisted." I said, and regret weighed down my voice.
"Be glad you don't remember things sweetheart, especially your parents. My dad was a drunk bastard, beat the shit out of me…" He said, drawling off. My eyes flickered to where his claws bit into the dark wood of the table. "What made you forget?" He asked, and I frowned.
"It was sensory deprivation." I said, getting angry at the memory of it. How much it broke me.
"What do you mean?" He said, his voice a low growl. I met his stare with my own.
"The locked me in a white room, put me in white clothes, fed me white food on a white tray, and kept me in there for god knows how long. I saw no one, for what felt like decades. I bit the insides of my wrists and smeared my blood on the wall to try and end it…But I'd blink, and the blood would pull itself back into my wrists. Over and over and over again." I said, clenching my jaw in anger.
"Then what happened?" He asked, and I closed my eyes.
"I broke. I'd tried to kill myself so many times I lost count. There was nothing in that room, nothing…It twisted me. They pulled me out at some point, and when I saw the old man, I blacked out. I remember after that, it was like a blur…I was trained, but the memories are fragmented…Then I became the monster I am, or was, today." I finished, grimly. I closed my eyes to block out the pain. I hated that room, and I hated that man.
The coffee was done, finally, and I searched the cabinets for a cup. I poured myself some, and put cream and sugar in it. I looked over at Sabertooth who was just sitting there watching me.
"Want a cup?" I asked, out of politeness, but he ignored me.
"If you don't like killing people, why'd you kill Stryker?" He asked, and I looked him in the eye. There was a lot of animal roaming around in them…and maybe in a different life I would've been intimidated, but now, I just took note of it and leaned back against the counter. I took a moment too look at the pictures of Stryker and his family before I answered.
"Kill one to save many. I had a choice, and I chose the lesser of two evils. It's nothing new." I said emotionlessly. He looked like he was going to ask another question, so I elaborated. "In Berlin, WW2, I killed a little girl to save thousands of lives. In France, I killed most of the revolutionaries to help fight down anarchy. In Russia, I killed a little boy who drove people insane just by being in their vicinity. He caused several towns to revolt in the Soviet Union, and all of the people were put down like rabid dogs. It was kill him, or let others die." I said, explaining. The little boy had black hair, and piercing blue eyes, he was like a walking husk.
The boy never did speak, just looked at me. All he did was walk around, and thousands of people were slaughtered like lambs. If he'd stayed put, maybe I wouldn't have had to kill him. I believe him and his parents got separated by the Iron curtain.
I shrugged, and drank my coffee. It's best not to think of those things.
"That's pretty fucked up." He said, and I looked at him and shrugged. Welcome to my Nightmare. It's all been one fucked up rollercoaster ride, and I hate those god damn death traps. Put me on a rollercoaster, and I might very well gut you. I'd feel really bad about it when you're in the hospital, but I'll still gut you.
"Why didn't you just leave me alone in the snow?" I asked, curious. This guy obviously didn't do it out of some moral obligation, if he had any morals, and I was getting a bit curious as to why he'd want me in here.
"I felt like it." He said, silencing any and all arguments from me. He gave me a glare that told me he didn't appreciate that question. Too fucking bad, he played fucking Q+A with me, so turnabout is fair play.
I scoffed, and drank my coffee silently. When was the last time I had actually tried to live a normal life, and stayed in a house or an apartment? Never. Not since childhood.
I had never had a home, nothing but the starry sky on my back. I could call the night home; because it never changed, and was always there for me.
I thought about the memory…I didn't realize I had seen the old man that young. Just how long had he known about me? That thought caused fury to surge up in me, coupled with unease. I hated this, this, not knowing about my life. Even after the white room, everything is fragmented.
I felt a sharp sting, and an unpleasant cracking noise. I looked down, and saw that I had crushed the glass cup in my fist, and the shards were digging into my hand. I moved over to the sink, and pulled out the glass, watching the blood pull off of the shards and back into my wounds. I watched as the smaller pieces of glass were pushed out of the wound. I put my sunglasses back on.
I grabbed my swords, and walked back up the stairs. I wanted to be alone right now. Sabertooth got up abruptly, and made to grab my arm. I moved up a few steps to dodge.
"Where are you going?" He said, and I smiled finding humor in this situation.
"I'm sorry, I don't know how I'm going to say this, but I need some space." I said sarcastically, smiling. Sabertooth smirked. I was outside, and I saw that it was daylight. I pulled my swords from their sheathes, and walked to the helicopter. I wanted to be off this fucking island, the snow was starting to mess with my head, I was going to dig that damn thing out of the snow. I heard a noise behind me, and I turned. There was a jet flying in the sky. Had they come back for me? The jet circled back, and I ran back to tell Sabertooth. I may not like the guy, sure, but he (for whatever reason) gave me shelter (even though I didn't need it) and gave me coffee. I was going to repay the favor.
I bashed the hilts of my swords on the trapdoor, and he sprung out, I backed up some, and pointed to the sky where the jet was.
"There's our ride." I said, sheathing my swords. He looked at me curiously.
"Why'd you tell me about it instead of escape?" Sabertooth asked, his words holding notes of suspicion and growl. I shrugged.
"I'm repaying a favor you did for me." I said, and suddenly Nightcrawler teleported between me and Sabertooth, he grabbed me in a hug, and I saw Sabertooth roar and lunge. My eyes widened under my sunglasses and we teleported quickly back onto the jet.
Kurt was still hugging me. I patted his back awkwardly, and he let go.
"Welcome back." He said, his thickly accented words sounding happy and relieved.
"You should go back for the other man back there." I stated. I knew the suggestion probably wasn't going to fly, after all, Sabertooth was a dangerous murderer. I just suggested it because he did me a favor, and I was returning it.
"I don't think so…Wolverine does not like him." Night crawler said, and I looked into his gold eyes.
"Kurt, the man did me a favor, so I have to repay it. Just bring him up here, and I'll deal with Logan." I said, and Kurt nodded teleporting.
I walked to the front of the jet, and there was Storm and Logan in the front.
"Welcome back," Logan said, looking at me from the corner of his eyes.
"Hello again," Storm greeted.
"I'm bringing Sabertooth up. He helped me when I was stranded, so I'm helping him now. I'm not asking for you to be buddy, buddy with him, or anything like that, just give him a lift to the nearest point of civilization." I asked, trying to be convincing.
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?! DID YOU FORGET HE TRIED TO KILL YOU?" Logan roared, and I frowned.
"He did me a solid, I'm doing him a solid. It's not he could've actually killed me, anyway." I said shortly. Nightcrawler teleported with a very angry Sabertooth, who flung Kurt off of his back and looked at me.
"Didn't know you missed me that much baby," He said, grinning savagely. Logan clenched his jaw and we both scowled darkly.
"I didn't. I'm repaying the favor. That's it." I stated, my voice emotionless. Kurt picked himself off the ground, and looked fearfully at Sabertooth.
"He was not very happy…" He said, coming to stand next to me. I sat down, and Kurt sat next to me. I leaned my swords against the wall and Sabertooth sat across from us, eyeing Kurt with dislike. I frowned, this was going to be a long ass ride.
Note:the prayer above in French, is the Lords Prayer and the song is called Freight train. I know that Freight train is way off in the timeline, but it really fit. I don't own the song, and I hoped ya liked it! Please review and give me suggestions!
