A Nameless Story
Chapter 8
Kurt kept looking at me nervously, and I felt bad. Sabertooth was giving him the 'death' look, and wouldn't stop glaring. He finally looked over at me.
"So, um, what did you do down there?" He asked, his accent still heavily layering the words.
I shrugged. "Nothing really. I sat in the snow for two days and rested, then Sabertooth showed me to a cabin and I had some coffee." I said airily. Sabertooth's gaze flickered from Kurt to me. He grinned suggestively, and my face remained emotionless.
"I'm sorry we left you…We had to go, and I didn't have time to teleport to you." Kurt apologized again. I sighed through my nose.
"Kurt, it's okay. If I was mad about it, your arms and legs would have been ripped off and shoved up your ass." I said gently. He smiled, and Sabertooth was back to glaring again.
"Is this the same jet as before?" I called up to Storm.
"Yeah," She answered, and I got up to go to the bathroom and change. I took off the ruined leather suit, and put my jeans, tanktop, and green army jacket on. When I walked back out, Sabertooth was grinning and Kurt was curled up, looking anywhere but at him. I sat back down.
"Do you like chocolate?" I asked Kurt, and he relaxed some.
"Yes, yes I do." He answered, looking at me. I looked at him seriously.
"Do you like waffles?" I asked, and he nodded. I turned away to look out the window next to Sabertooth, who was still glaring at Kurt.
"Good, I'll take you out to a Waffle House when we land." I said, and he smiled, then looked uneasy.
"People are afraid of me…" He said, drawling off. I looked at him, and sighed.
"If you're worried about it, I'll get it to-go." I said, and breathed deeply. He smiled.
"Thank you," He started before Sabertooth cut him off.
"Cut the bullshit, she just feels bad for you," He said, and I frowned.
"Actually I don't." I said honestly, and Nightcrawler's face crumbled. "I was being polite. If you really want to know." I said informatively. He shot me a look like he didn't believe me. I didn't really care if he believed me or not.
I crossed my arms, and spaced out until the jet landed. Logan abruptly got up, and hauled Sabertooth out the jet by his black jacket. Nightcrawler was determinedly looking down at the floor. I really needed to start paying attention. I grabbed my swords and ran after them.
They were beating the shit out of each other, and Logan was winning. He lunged for Sabertooth with both claws. What the fuck?!
I sprung in the middle of them, my sheathed swords intercepting Sabertooth's forearms. Logan's claws stabbed into my back and side, going all the way through. Damn that hurt some. I vaguely noticed it was raining. I dropped the black hilted sword, and angled the white one to hold back Sabertooth. I turned, and quickly shoved Logan off; so fast his claws yanked out of me painfully. I turned back, and shoved Sabertooth off as well.
"What the hell?" I yelled, grabbing my black sword. Sabertooth just grinned at me, and looked me in the eye. Logan was breathing heavily, and glaring viciously at Sabertooth.
"He needs to keep his fucking mouth shut," Logan said, and I looked at both of them blankly.
"What the hell did he say?" I asked, and Sabertooth smiled gloatingly.
"You didn't hear?" He asked.
"I wasn't paying attention." I said simply, and he shook his head.
"I vote we leave him here," Logan said, and Sabertooth lunged at him suddenly, and I dropped my swords. I launched myself at him, and knocked him aside. We both fell and slid on the ground. I got up, and glared.
"You both need to take your valium, and calm the fuck down." I snapped. "I don't give a shit what he said, he did me a favor, so I'm doing him one. He stays until he wants to get dropped off." I finished, my voice cold. Sabertooth draped his arm around my shoulders and hugged me close, glaring at Logan.
"Thanks babe, at least someone here has manners," He said, and I shrugged his arm off to pick up my swords. I walked into the jet, and Logan walked beside me. I sat down quietly, next to Nightcrawler.
I leaned my swords across my lap this time, and crossed my arms. I didn't really care what he said, so long as there aren't any more unnecessary stops between me and that Waffle House. I wanted some god damn waffles and coffee.
"Where the hell do you want to get dropped off anyway?" I asked.
"I'll just ride with you frails back to that stupid institute." He said smirking. I was a little confused. Why the fuck would he do something like that? I shrugged it off, wasn't my business, and I didn't care so long as he fucked off and left me alone.
Soon enough we landed, and I couldn't get off the plane soon enough. I hated those damn things. Kurt was behind me as I walked to my car. I opened the passenger side to clear out the glass, and thanked God that it hadn't rained. When I was sure I'd cleared out all the glass, I noticed Sabertooth standing directly behind me. I turned, to face him.
"Something you need?" I asked, and he smirked. I glared, through the darkness of my sunglasses.
"Nope." He said, eyeing me. I scoffed, and walked around to the drivers side. Nightcrawler teleported in the back.
"What kind of waffles do you want?" I asked, looking at him through the rearview mirror.
"Um, can I have waffles with chocolate and strawberries? And hot chocolate?" He asked somewhat timidly. I smiled kindly.
"Of course, you can stay here and I'll meet you in Xavier's office when I get back." I said, and he teleported away. I sighed, and started the car. I would need to get that damn window fixed. I pulled out of the parking lot, and drove away. It was nice to be alone again, not that I didn't mind talking to people, but there was solace being alone. I didn't have to keep myself in check so much.
I drove in silence, enjoying the beautiful clear night sky as I drove down the empty road. Moments like these made me feel normal…not like a monster at all. My eyebrows drew together as sadness washed over me. I was always going to be a monster, and moments like these did nothing but delude me. Lies are pretty, but they're still lies…
I pulled into the parking lot, and walked inside up to the cash register. The place was empty, save one scared looking adolescent, and another pretty young women at the bar eyeing him with distaste. She had grey/brown hair that reminded me of a cougars, that was blackened at the ends. Her eyes locked onto my sunglasses as I walked up to the register, and I noted that they were golden, and her pupils were slit like a cats'. She tensed, and alternated her gaze back and forth between each eye like she was searching for something. I turned away and walked up to the register regardless.
She continued to watch me, and I disregarded it. She looked young, late teens, early twenties, and with features that marked her to possess an animal mutation, she had obviously had a hard life. The boy walked up to the register and looked at my shirt. He broke out in a sweat, and looked at selective parts of my face. I raised my hand, and felt dried blood.
Shit, I'd forgotten about that. I haven't washed off in days…
I smiled warmly either way.
"Just got back from a costume party, I went as the victim of a serial killer." I explained, and he relaxed some. The women however, did not.
"Can I have, two waffles with chocolate chips, and strawberries, a hot chocolate? And I'll order the rest in here." I said politely, and he ran in the back. I tensed, he might call the cops on me. I walked back there, and he was in the back with a cell phone, frantically trying to call someone.
"BOY, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I yelled, grabbing him up by the collar and hauling him out to the dining room.
"Y-You're both mutants," He stuttered scared. I sighed, and the women gave him a nasty look, her eyes darkening.
"So?" I asked the shaking boy. He looked as if he might burst out into tears.
"You're both-you're both going to kill me!" He said frantically. I sighed through my nose.
"I can't speak for the other girl, but I know I won't kill you," I said trying to calm him the fuck down.
"How am I supposed to know that?" He asked, trying to get away from me. I dragged him out of the kitchen, and sat him down next to the women (who didn't look like she appreciated this).
"Kid, if I was going to kill you, don't you think I might do it someplace other than a Waffle House where they have security camera's tracking my every move?" I asked rhetorically. He calmed some and thought it over. I let him go, and crossed my arms.
"I guess not…" He said, drawling off, I looked at his name tag; his name was Carl.
"Great, now my waffles boy! I want my fucking waffles! And my coffee, and the hot chocolate; and for that shit you pulled earlier, I expect extra chocolate and whip cream on both those waffles!" I barked, and he sprung up behind the counter.
I sat next to the women. She started at my approach, and I looked at her. Her eyes were yellow.
"You're a mutant?" She asked, and I sighed through my nose. Mutant had the same connotation as the 'n' word these days.
"Yes. You?" I asked, and she looked at me suspiciously.
"I'm a feline feral."She said gruffly, her voice becoming rough and dismissive. I looked down at her claws.
"Got regen. abilities too?" I asked curiously.
"Yeah."
"What's your name?" I said curiously. She kept her fierce eyes trained on the boy as he brought me my coffee, cream and sugar. I put the cream and sugar in before she answered me.
"Kuga. You can call me Cougar though. What about you?" She answered, and I could see why she wanted to be called Cougar, you could see the resemblance.
I frowned. I hated giving my name.
"Nameless."
She turned to look at me, and didn't say anything for a moment. "Why have you got blood on your face? And why are your clothes cut up?" Kuga asked me suspiciously, her eyes getting a shade darker. I took off my sunglasses, and brushed my hair back off my face before looking her in the eyes.
"It's a long story…and not the best one to tell a friendly stranger." I said softly, sadly, and looked down at my coffee before drinking some. The boy brought Kuga her food, waffles with lots of fruit and whip cream, and extra sausage, bacon, and hashbrowns. She ate some, and I looked outside the window before she spoke again.
"Don't trust me?" She asked, eyeing me carefully. I shook my head.
"No, but death is an unpleasant subject in this situation. I'd rather not speak of it while trying to eat." I returned politely, and she nodded and started eating again.
"What are your abilities?" She asked, after the boy had brought me both the to-go food and my plate of food.
"I was born possessing just empathy and immortality." I stated, taking the whip cream and one strawberry off of my waffle and putting it in my coffee.
"Immortality? Do you mean it's different than the regeneration ability?" She asked curiously. I glanced over at her, and smiled. A lot of people assumed when I said immortality, I meant regeneration. I don't regenerate at all, or else I would have died from being decapitated and having my heart ripped out of my chest.
"Yes. I've been decapitated many times, and I'm alive. For instance, if I were to cut off your arm and my arm; you would just grow another arm. My arm would just reattach itself back to my body. The same happens when my blood spills." I said, between mouthfuls of waffles and coffee.
"That's got to come in handy," She commented, sounding less guarded and gruff than before. Her voice still had a rough growl to it, but it was more trusting than it had first been. I froze when I heard her though, and my face was overcome with a pained expression.
No, it really didn't come in handy. I wouldn't have killed as many as I did if I had been able to kill myself successfully in the white room. I opened my eyes gently and looked back at her seriously.
"No, it's not handy when you want to die." I replied, my voice toneless and sad. She glanced at me sharply.
"Why would you want to do that?" Kuga asked, and I sighed through my nose, pushing my empty plate towards the waiter. I left the money on the table and I stood up.
"I'm not a good person, I'm a monster... I should've died long ago." I answered quietly. Then I smiled. "It was very nice to meet you Kuga," I said, putting on my sunglasses grabbing Kurt's food, and saluting her as I walked away. She smiled.
"You too Nameless," She called as I walked out the door. I got in my car, and set the food down in the passenger seat, wedging it between my swords and the consol to hold it steady, and I placed his hot chocolate in the cup holder. I drove back in silence again, maybe I could pick up some Beatles C.D's on sale somewhere? I liked the Beatles, even that trippy shit Ringo wrote while he was high. I mean, Black Bird, Across the Universe, Let it Be, No Where Man? Classics.
I drove back, and got out, grabbing both my swords, and Kurt's stuff. I walked up the stairs to the Professor's office. He was sitting in his chair sadly looking at a picture on his desk. I walked in and set down the food and drink.
"Professor, are you okay?" I asked quietly. He glance up at me and smiled softly at me after a long moment.
"Welcome back. I heard about what Erik did to you…Nameless I am so sorry. I in no way intended for this to happen to you. I apologize…and I'm sorry that we abandoned you there. I feel very ashamed that we did so…I'm sorry." The Professor said his voice heavy with emotion and sincerity. I looked at him shocked.
"It's okay, it's happened before. It's just, no one's ever come back for me…or apologized for leaving me. You don't need to apologize Professor." I said softly, feeling sadness bubble up in me. Was I so twisted that I couldn't even feel things I was supposed to feel? I had never felt abandonment…Was I suppose to? I noticed he was looking sadly down at the photograph on his desk again.
"Professor, what happened when I was gone?" I asked slowly, taking off my sunglasses. He looked up into my eyes, and his aged faced wrinkled in absolute loss.
"Jean, she sacrificed herself to get us all off the island…" He said, his voice over come with loss, and regret. My eyes fell out of respect. I can't believe she died for that…Why her? I shut my eyes, and an image flashed of the beautiful red head, standing in the snow and looking determined. It was right before we entered the spillway…
"She was like a daughter to me…" He said, fading off. I looked up at him sadly, and he smiled softly.
"I'd say I was sorry Professor, but words never really help, do they?" I said, smiling sadly at the old man. He looked up at me and smiled back, I reached back for my sunglasses, putting them on.
"Truthfully, they do not. But thank you for your consideration. I'll make sure Nightcrawler gets these," He said, as I turned to walk away. I nodded, and walked out. I made my way towards my room. I opened my door, and saw a tall man in a dark coat standing looking at the symbol above my bed.
"What are those?" Sabertooth asked, and I frowned. Déjà vu much?
"They're reminders." I said shortly, he turned to look at me, his bright eyes burning into mine.
"What do they mean?
I sighed, I guess I could tell him. After all, he'd probably leave soon anyway.
"The one above my bed means insanity, to remind me that my mind is broken beyond repair. The one on the ceiling is death, and is read secondarily as darkness, so I can look up at it and remember why I need to keep the monster back." I said, and he looked at both of them in turn. When he turned back to look at me, his gaze was softened. I walked in, and put my swords in the closet, and hung my sunglasses on an empty coat hanger.
"What about the one on the door?" He asked, and I looked back at it.
"That one means love, an emotion that will always be shut to me." I said, then I turned to glare at him.
"On a side note, get the fuck out of my room and don't let the door hit you on the way out." I snarked. He smirked, in a kind of sinister and gloating way.
"Now, you don't want me to leave, do you baby?" He asked rhetorically. My scowl and glare hardened.
"Don't call me baby, and yes I do want you to leave." I said coldly, his body turned to look out the window and I tensed. In a flash, he turned and pressed me up against the wall. His face was like an inch away from mine.
"What if I don't want to leave, huh?" He asked, and I struggled to push him off. Sabertooth just squished against me harder. He raised a clawed hand, and dragged the claw down my forehead and cheek bone to my jaw. I tried to knee him, but he pressed against me with crushing force, making it hard for me to breathe, and causing my ribcage to creek as it was compressed.
"FUCK OFF!" I yelled, and head butted him. He pulled his face back a couple of inches so I missed, and I drew back scowling.
"Is that a suggestion Nameless?" He said laughing crookedly, and I glared. My face became emotionless besides my glare. If there was a moment I wanted Xavier to read my mind it was now.
I struggled violently, and elbowed him in the nose. I pulled back and punched him in the shoulder as he swiped his claws against my side. I kicked him the gut, and he lunged, knocking me to the floor. He stabbed his claws deep into my stomach and into the floor, pinning me down to the floor. I punched and kicked until he dropped his full weight on me. Ow.
"You know Nameless, you look so much better with those damn sunglasses off," He growled, and I tried to wiggle out from under him to get to the shadows that were above my head, under my head.
"No, no, no sweetheart." He chided playfully, grinning savagely again, with the moonlight shining off of his elongated and pointed teeth.
"What the hell Sabertooth? What the hell is the point of this?" I asked, anger and annoyance lacing my words. He looked at me with his bright eyes that were set into a handsome face, his smile slipping away.
He grinned abruptly again.
"I think I'll let you figure that one out yourself." He said, before he focused on holding me down as I tried to injure him.
"I don't want to figure anything out, so get the fuck off." I snapped coldly.
"You've got a very one track mind don't you," He commented, his voice a quiet and low growl.
"I don't know, maybe the fact that your hand is nailing through my stomach and into the ground changes my perspective," I said sarcastically. He twisted his hand and his claws cut into me more.
"Whoops, did that hurt?" He asked, faking concern.
The more I struggled, the more he twisted his hand. I tried to get my arms free, but it was useless, he had me pinned.
"I win sweetheart," He said, smiling harshly again.
I stopped struggling, and waited for him to loosen his guard so I could escape. If anything, he pressed against me harder. My eyes narrowed in anger.
"Finally give up baby?" He asked, and I glared.
"I don't fucking think so, but the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result," I snarked rudely. He laughed.
"So what, you're just going to wait until I let my guard down? I don't fucking think so," He said, and I head butted him hard. His head jerked back, but other than that he still had me pinned.
"I still don't see the point behind this Sabertooth," I said, as he lowered his head back. Anger left his eyes (surprisingly) and was replaced by some other warm emotion.
"My name is Victor Creed." He stated all of a sudden, my brow wrinkled in confusion.
I started to struggle again, trying to free my hand but I didn't get very far. Actually, I got nowhere at all.
"Wonderful, my names Nameless, now can you get the fuck off of me." I snapped sarcastically, freeing my hand and smashing him in the face with it. He grabbed my wrist, and pinned it to the side. I frowned. The bastard didn't fall for it this time.
I had planned, if I'd gotten one limb free, to hit him, or in the event that he tried to pin it to the ground; get him to pin it above my head so I could reach the shadows under my bed.
He laughed chillingly, and suddenly removed his claws from the inside of my gut. I immediately went to struggle when he kissed me.
Hard.
