Ok people, visualise for a second. Visualise the ultra gorgeous, drop dead sexy Liev Schreiber as Sabretooth, something which I've been doing a lot of lately. Now, visualise the last description I gave for Sabretooth and discard it. Finally got round to seeing X-Men Origins and fell head over heels in love with Schreiber. Definitely the perfect man for the job. What did you guys think?

Its late, again. Sorry, again. I'd explain but I think y'all have waited long enough for an update.

I'm considering splitting the story up into parts as especially this Sabretooth story stands on its own really in the story. Yes in fact that's exactly what I'm going to do, excuse me for a sec, 'kay! ...................

Done!

Anyway, not important cos its all the same story anyway.

Onto the important bit, the reviews. Ten! Dear God! I am so happy I may combust!!!

Tekaro: I am nothing if not something of a Genie. I will definitely finish it!! Enjoy and thanks for reviewing.

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"My dear, here's a sign, its the end of the line!," - In the Dark of the Night, Anastasia.

Chapter 10 – Rescue Me

Sabretooth stood, and went behind the pillar to which she was bound. Laura gave the chains another fruitless tug. She discarded idea after idea, each one the risk factor was too great. She couldn't slice the chains, that was for certain. Slice off her hand maybe? She'd done that before, so it wasn't beyond her capabilities. But she couldn't reach either of her hands to be able to accomplish this. Not to mention the fact that that still wouldn't free her. She would still be bound by the chains around her feet. Most certainly slicing off a hand and a foot was not a viable plan. None of it was. She wasn't a match for him anyway. Crippling herself further was not an option if she was to survive.

That left just two possible plans.

One, wait for Sabretooth to become careless. Make a mistake. Perhaps he'd untie her to do whatever it was he planning on doing to her. Then she could strike.

But if he didn't, then there was always plan B. Wait for Wolverine. But even that was wrought with problems. Sabretooth had been planning this. He was the stronger. And he had a hostage.

Laura felt a disturbance in the air. Behind her Sabretooth had squatted down again. He brought his hand up to her throat, running the tips of his razor nails across the delicate skin there. She couldn't stop the chills it sent through her.

"You have no idea how it felt," he said, his voice hissing in her ear, "the man I want to destroy more than anyone else has a little girl. And he knows how much I like playing with little girls." His voice snarled and his nails sunk into her skin. "Just about your age. Not quite so little any more, but not an adult either, stuck in the middle and all confused and mixed up. Perfect prey for a guy like me."

He seized her right wrist, his grip like a vice, nails piercing through her skin. Her claws burst through her skin, against her will. He knew exactly what to do, maybe through all his years warring with Wolverine. He crushed her wrist, and suddenly she couldn't retract her claws.

"These right here, little one," he said, "they should have been mine. They're the only thing that makes the runt any sort of match for me! I made a deal with the devil ta get adamantium on my claws but when it came to it ol' Satan himself screwed me over! And now look where it ended up. In the hands of some pathetic kid."

Laura wasn't meant to be afraid. Not of anything. But his voice, the voice of an unstoppable force that she had no control over chilled her. But she wasn't afraid. Not yet.

"Ya stole my adamantium, frail, and now," She felt her claws shudder slightly. He had wrapped his hand around them, "I'm gonna take it back!"

And he pulled.

The scent was getting stronger.

Wolverine tore along on his bike with Charles' voice echoing in his head.

"Storm, Cyclops, Hank, Jean and I are on our way Logan."

"I don't need help, Chuck!" Logan snarled pulling the bike off the main road and on to a dirt track leading off into the Harbour.

"No, maybe you don't but Laura does,"

Logan growled.

Stronger and stronger the scent became. He pulled his bike around amongst the ships and the crates piled high under the burning June sun. He zipped past them all, all the while knowing that Creed had left this trail intentionally. Creed would never have let him find Laura if it was only Laura he had wanted. But Creed had left the trail wide open. He wanted Laura found. And that sat horribly with Logan.

He pushed the thought of what he would find from his head for the moment and concentrated on the scent.

He pulled out from the crates and away from the ship, the rumble of the wooden pier died away and he hit cracked concrete.

Stronger and stronger.

And then …. There! A disused warehouse on the edge of the sea. Falling to pieces with all the windows smashed and menacing looking equipment spilling out of its half decimated walls.

"Gotcha you son of a b..."

And then he heard it. A sound so terrible it froze him to the spot unable to move. Laura was screaming. A strangled cry that sounded like she had tried to keep it in, tried to suppress it.

Logan ditched the bike, the animal raging.

Snikt!

Logan's kid fell forward as far as the chains would let her. She was shaking and her breathing was laboured, but already her hands and feet were healing up just as before.

Creed stood before her. In his hands he clutched six shining metal claws.

"Why thank you frail," he sneered and threw them before her.

Creed took a moment to simply observe the girl before him. She was tough, no doubt about that. The toughest girl he'd ever gone after. The toughest he'd ever made his prey. And that was all she was, the latest in a long line of women he'd left broken. But usually they were easy. Most took one look at him and his snarling grin and ran in the opposite direction. And then they were those who thought they could bargain with him, promise him everything they had, everything they could do, anything he wanted as long as he didn't touch them. It never made any difference, Creed always got his way. Unlike his rival he didn't ignore the animal or force it into submission. He embraced it. And animals had certain – needs, certain urges that couldn't be denied, nor did he want to. He relished the fear in their faces when he caught them, the despair when he had his way with them, forced himself inside them and then the horror when they realised that their end had come prematurely. Death stalked all of them and he was the reaper.

But this little one would be hard. She had Weapon X written all over her. A soldier for them. A slave, just like him and the runt and that would not be easy to crack. But, he laughed to himself, she is still just a little girl. And she would beg for his mercy before he was through with her.

Creed seized her raven hair, forcing her head up to look at him.

"Now," he said, "where was I? Oh yeah, this is the bit where I cut you loose. Now, yer gonna try and get away from me, frail, but ya already know that that ain't gonna happen. Yer trapped. And then when I've caught ya … well then its play time, little one. But relax," he cooed, "ya never know ya might enjoy it. Doubt it though." He drew his breath from between his bared teeth, "Daughter of Wolverine?" he said, "I sure will!"

And he extended his claws, raising up his right hand ready to bring it down on the kid when he smelt it. Another scent had joined them. He felt a thrill of disappointment which quickly disappeared. What better than for Wolverine to watch him violate his only daughter before he made him watch her end?

Creed chuckled.

"Come on out runt!" he roared. "Come out and get yer kid!"

Silence fell then. Deafening silence as Creed stood completely still watching, listening, waiting. Laura was waiting too, ears straining for Wolverine, but the old man was far too good.

"Don't want 'er Logan? Fine, I'll have 'er!" Creed threw back his head and laughed, shaking Laura's very bones. "After all, runt – you know what a sucker I am fer beautiful girls. And she is beautiful, Logan. Who thought ya could make such good lookin off..."

"RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH!"

Wolverine came out of nowhere, a dark shape leaping from the roof with six glints of metal all baying for Sabretooth's blood. Suddenly Laura found herself upright with Sabretooth's claws sunk into her neck again.

"Ya think I'm gonna let ya kill her, Creed?" Wolverine growled, advancing on them. "Think I'm gonna let ya take her? No fuckin' way!"

"Now that's more like it!" cried Sabretooth, "Where've ya been, runt? Thought fer a minute ya'd gone all soft on me!"

"Oh I'm here, Creed, and I'm gonna rip yer goddamned head off!"

"Try it runt," snarled Sabretooth, "'cause after I've beaten ya half ta death, I'm gonna have some fun with yer kid and then I'm gonna kill her. And yer gonna watch! And then, Logan, then I'll end YOU!"

Sabretooth released her soaring forward through the air smashing into Wolverine. They were a blur then, tearing into each other with a ferocity that Laura had never witnessed. She was methodical, logical killed with no emotion. But these two? No, they were animals, clawing, tearing, snarling!

And she was powerless to help. Her eyes fell to her blades scattered across the floor in front of her. She was helpless, useless!

Crash!

And Wolverine was through the wall.

Writhing and yanking, pulling, the chains slicing into her skin, blood wrapping around her wrists ... and then she fell still. They were loose. They were actually loose!

She lost focus, staring at her own wrists together in front of her, perplexed.

"Surprise!"

Her head whipped round and felt her jaw drop a little.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed.

Quicksilver shrugged, "Rescuing you. Obviously."

"I don't need rescuing."

"I beg to differ, Princess!"

BANG!

Wolverine and Sabretooth were back, blood and bone everywhere crashing through the wall shattering it.

"I don't need rescuing," Laura said, "but he does!"

"Wolverine?! Pfft, please, the guy regenerated from a drop of blood once!" Quicksilver hissed, "Besides, I'm the one who needs rescuing from him! He's going to kill me if you don't live through this!"

Laura shook her head feverently, "Sabretooth's going to kill him!"

Quicksilver blinked.

"Not our prob..."

Quicksilver fell silent, his eyes widened with horror as he stared at the floor.

"Are they...? Are they your claws?!"

Laura's eyes darted across the warehouse, searching for something, anything that would help them. But there was nothing, nothing but dust and debris and … Laura's eyes brightened. Over there, the last of the machinery that had once filled this place with life.

A sugar processing machine.

"Quicksilver," Laura said, "I need your help."

Aaaaaaaaaannnnnnddddd that's your lot. For now anyway. I swear, swear, double swear I will try and update soon but I am so busy lately I could cry.

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Loves to my fuzzy nuggets, Angel x