Chapter- 12
Hey what up, people? Back with another fluffy chap and yes, we're going according to the story of LOGAN here so I'm not gonna drag the feral reunion more than this chapter. Hope y'all like it ;-}
"After ages, Jimmy boy." Victor welcomed his little brother with a wide grin.
"How are ya, Creed?" the old feral gave a grunting smile, untying the old wheelchair tied onto the room of his car and unfolded it.
Victor widened his arms with a smug smirk. "Fit as a fiddle but you," his eyes scanned the miserable condition of the bullet riddled Chrysler and brought a wicked smirk to his lips. "Couldn't expect anything better on ya." Logan rolled his eyes in response and put the chair down.
"U-Umm, Victor, who him?" Kahli narrowed her eyes at the aged stranger before them. His scent, it smelled familiar, almost like Viktar's but...Viktar said he only had a little brother, right?
Creed wrapped an possessive arm around her shoulders and smirked. "He's Jimmy, my baby brother, kitten."
Her jaw touched the floor. "Then why he look like your father?!"
On one hand where her shocked reaction made Creed chuckle softly, on the other hand it got Logan's jaw tightened. "That's a long fuckin' story darlin'. By the way," he raised a questioning eyebrow at Creed as he took a deep inhale. "Who's the sweet smellin' broad with the dope dose of the most fucked up English I've ever heard?"
Kahli didn't understand the meaning of 'Broad' so Victor surged forward to repost from her. "Watch your fuckin' mouth runt, it's my Mate yer talkin' about!"
"Whoa-ho! Mate?! Now that's a big fuckin' surprise!" a surprised grin on the wrinkled face of the old feral. He picked up the chair and went around to open the door of the right back seat. "Well I have a big fuckin' surprise of my own."
He pulled a half-unconscious Xavier out and dropped him down into the chair. The despondent condition of the greatest telepath of the world widened Creed's eyes. Charles slowly opened his tired eyes and smiled at the giant feral weakly. "Oh hey there, Liev."
Before the feral couple could wrap their minds around the whole unexpected visit, another big surprise followed Xavier out of the car, a grumpy teenaged girl with funky sunglasses on and who smelled like a miniature version of the Victor's oldass brother.
The corner of Victor's mouth rose in a wicked smirk. "Now that's what I call a big motherfuckin' surprise.
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"Umm..what your name?" Kahli asked the peevish girl who was busy swallowing her bowl of fruity pebbles on the breakfast table. The teenager just grunted in response with a sharp scowl, silently telling the feral woman to 'Shut-Up-And-Let-Me-Eat-Her-Breakfast-In-Peace'.
"Her name is Laura, my dear." Kahli turned her head to old man slowly trying to finish his bowl of oatmeal. He took Kahli's hand in his and shook it heartily. "And I'm Charles Xavier. I run a school for the gifted youngsters like you."
"Oh." Kahli gave an understanding smile. "Where your school? Nobody say it but I know my English very bad so I read in your school."
"My school..." Charles's face abruptly turned stiff, a deep frown took over his forehead. "I can't...recall where it is, I just remember those faces, my students and my..." as the old man started pressuring his brain to remember those familiar faces-
Kahli grabbed his tensing up shoulders. "Uh-it okay, Charles. Tell me when you reme-ber, okay?" Xavier nodded, distracted and turned his attention back to his breakfast.
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"Where the hell did ya get her, bub?" Logan muttered with the next puff of his cigar, staring over at the trio playing catch in the lawn. Shit, he missed the damn smoke.
Victor poured himself another glass of whiskey. "She's an exotic beauty, brother. Was abandoned in a jungle of India years ago and brought up by the damn animal kingdom."
"And I thought female ferals were a history these days." Logan smirked softly and walked over to his brother.
"They almost are." Victor grunted and picked up his glass. "She fell into my lap by chance. Didn't know much about their kind so had to dig out the furball for his damn feral encyclopedia. Hell, didn't even know he was alive before that."
Logan chuckled and leaned against the counter before sucking in another whiff. "Gotta say, she's really a hot piece of ass."
Creed's grip tightened around his glass. He threw the other feral a murderous glare. "A simple advice: Keep a damn leash on that fuckin' tongue around my kitten, runt. She's MINE!"
Logan smirked and shook his head. "No need ta get yer panties in a bunch, Victor. Ya know I ain't interested in yer kitty kat."
Victor quaffed the shot in one gulp and grimaced before going for another. "Still stuck over Stripes?"
Logan let out another slow puff as his mind dove into the ocean of her memories. "She was the only one fer me. Could never imagine any other woman taking her place after...that incident."
"She's gone, Jimmy." Victor sighed and prepared another glass. "One day or the other, ya have to move on."
"Tried, but couldn't." Logan smirked fadedly and looked down at his miserable self. "Now all I have is Chuck. Gonna keep trying ta keep him alive as long as I could and after him..." he looked up and exhaled deeply. "I think I've found a way to finish it for good."
"And what about that little Jimmy?" Victor looked over his shoulder at Laura. "How does she fit in with this slow suicide plan of yers?"
"She's just a passenger. Doesn't know a shit about her mother. Her guardian had paid me to take her to some 'mysterious' place named 'Eden' in North Dakota before dying. The trip was long and I couldn't leave Xavier alone so I had to bring him along but..."
"But what?" Victor frowned.
Logan sucked in the last puff and crushed the end under his boot. "The girl is a big mess, a mess Transigen is after. Those damn hounds've been chasing us since we're on the roads. They almost got their fuckin' hands on her in our motel in Oklahoma City but thanks to one of Chuck's seizures at the right time, we left them behind. Due to fleein' immediately we couldn't grab his pills. Those strokes, they always leave him pretty weak and the car was too whacked to make it to Dakota. He needed a good dose and rest and I needed some solid wheels to get back on roads. That's why we're here."
Victor extended his welcoming arms. "It's your house too, brother. Live as long as ya want."
"Can't." Logan's gaze fixed on the floor. "The girl needs to get to the damn place by Friday. My job is done once she's there. So all you gotta do is get me a new car and a big fuckin' box full of sedatives for our sick buddy by tomorrow." Logan looked up and smiled over at his laughing friend. He was surely enjoying Kahli's company.
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"V-Victor...h-help me, b-boy.." his trembling hand extended towards a frightened Victor cowering in a corner. Master Howlett and Mistress Elizabeth's lifeless bodies were lying on the floor near his father's severely wounded frame impaled by his little brother. He needed his help, his father needed to be saved.
"P-Please son, d-don't be afraid. C-Come here..." The panic-stricken teenager slowly got up and went over to his father and expanded his trembling hand to hold his father's.
"G-Good boy," Logan let out a pained smirk. "Now h-help me stand up.." as he placed his other hand on the ground to drag his injured body back to his feet, he suddenly felt the deadly grip of Victor's other hand around his throat.
"V-Victor!" he squirmed within the lethal grasp, desperately trying to break free. "W-What are ya doin', son?!"
"Y-You have no son." Victor let out a choked sob, ghosts of those horrific memories swimming in his teary eyes. "You just have a dog."
He slowly looked down into Logan's terrified eyes and smirked viciously as he lengthened his index claw and dug it into the trembling skin of his father's throat. "And that dog is going to be unleashed today."
"Ya fuckin' spawn of the devil-"
Victor jolted awake from one of the darkest nightmares of his life with a breathless gasp. His chest heaving stormily and his lips quivering. He hated that dream, it always left him a trembling piece of shit.
"V-Victor..." his sweaty face snapped to the weak whimper that came from besides him. His eyes widened as he saw his crushing clutch around Kahli's wrist. Kahli yanked her hand back and rubbed the reddened skin as he hastily released it. The stink of fear mixed with agitation rolling off her in waves.
"Y-You okay?" the ting of concern in her tone made him angry. He was Saber Fucking Tooth, damn it! nobody was allowed to see him in this weak and pathetic state, not even his Mate!
"Yeah, I'm fine," he growled and climbed out of the bed. He just wanted to get out of the room before she could ask him anything else about him, his dream or...the old man who was the scariest monster of his childhood memories. As he picked up his shirt from the sofa and turned towards the door-
"We all see bad dreams, Viktar." Kahli sighed from behind. Victor glared over his shoulder at her. "Vidal say they bad memoris, that make us feel guilty for something. If you say that guilt to someone, those dreams, they not come back."
Creed's piercing glare abruptly softened when he mused over at her words for a long minute. He slowly turned around and walked back to his bed. He crawled back into the blanket and leaned against the headboard and purred softly. Kahli rested her head on his chest and purred back.
"It was my old man. My Pa, he hated me for I killed his elder son, Luther. He called me the spawn of the devil who ate his boy. He kept me locked and chained in that old dark cellar of his and every night, he came down to rip out my fangs and claws."
Kahli pulled back to look into his eyes. A clear shock in her widened eyes. "You not the monster, Viktar, he the monster."
Victor let out a weak smirk and wrapped a protective arm around her. "But he didn't think so. That drunkard hated my guts and tried everything in his power to rid me of the demon he thought possessed me. When my mother tried to save me from his torture, he killed her and dragged me along to his crazy lover's house who was now the wife of a landlord to work as a groundskeeper. The bitch let my Pa fuck her every night because she wanted a child her husband wasn't capable to give her. The result was my younger half brother, James Howlett. One day Master Howlett caught them both together and kicked my Pa out of the job. In the evening when he snuck into Master Howlett's bedroom and tried to persuade Mistress Elizabeth to elope with him, Master Howlett tried to stop him. The argument ended with his death. My sick brother Jimmy, he couldn't tolerate such a big mental trauma. His rage caused his mutation to erupt and his newly manifested claws impaled my father. This became the biggest mistake of his life when Pa told him he was his son before dying. The guilt of killing his own father and the disgust his mother showed to him after seeing his claws drove him crazy. The boy ran out of the mansion, leaving me, who was petrified by the whole incident alone with three deadbodies on the floor."
To pull Viktar out of that violent whirl of dark reminiscences, Kahli bit her bottom lip and nervously took her hand up to cup Victor's cheek, something she'd never done before. Victor flinched back with a growl, he hated being touched like that. She pulled her hand back momentarily to let him know she meant no harm to him. When she tried again, Creed finally leaned into her touch and closed his eyes, to feel the affectionate touch he didn't believe he deserved from any frail.
"What your guilt, Viktar?" Kahli's question made him open his eyes. He looked into her wide, soulful eyes again. He needed to confess it to her, tell her what he had not told anybody else.
"As I came back to my senses, I tried to flee but my father, the asshole wasn't dead yet. He extended his hand, asking for my help to stand him up and take him to some hospital but whatever he'd done to me for past Eight years, all those horrific memories drove me insane with rage. I just grabbed his throat and..." Before he could stop himself, his claws dug into Kahli's arms and drew a couple of streaks of blood, causing another soft whimper on her lips. His snarling tone faded as he realized it and he pulled his arm back as an silent apology.
Kahli sighed and rested her head on his ragingly beating heart again as the punctures healed. "He deserve it." she said simply and kissed the furry skin. The simple act of care and affection brought a small smile on Victor's lips. The girl just heard he'd killed his own father with his own hands and she wasn't one bit afraid of him. She was really so damned different from all other frails. He let out a content sigh and wrapped his arm around her again.
"James know about it?" she asked softly.
Victor leaned back again and looked up to the white ceiling. "No. I never told him the truth of Logan's death because...because my animal wanted to see him live in the guilt of murdering his father with his own hands. That would be my Payback on him, for having a better childhood than mine but...today I saw a damn desire for death in his old eyes. I don't think if I'll be able to see him after tomorrow or not and-"
"Then tell him truth." Kahli said quietly. "He deserve to know it because you not sure if he come back here again or not."
He glared at her again. "But he'll hate me after knowing it." He said bitterly.
"Maybe." Kahli pulled back and gave an honest smile. "But he go with relief he not kill his father."
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"Now that's what I call a car." Logan had a very wide grin on his lips.
"2029Cadillac CT17 with a 4.0-liter, turbocharged Six-cylinder engine that can produce 600 horsepower, rear-wheel drive and an eight-speed automatic transmission with night vision and yes, the body is made with powerful aluminum-steel structural castings and stamped aluminum, the amount of steel used provides great resistance against all the kinda mess yer gettin' yourself into." Victor introduced his black beauty to his little brother with a smug smirk before tossing him the keys. "Take a good care of my baby or there'll be hell to pay."
Logan caught the key in the mid-air with a short smirk. "Can't promise that, Victor and you know why." Creed's expression abruptly turned stiff as he recalled the reason behind his brother's remark. Kahli's advice from the last night flashed in his mind again. He looked over his shoulder at Kahli who was standing on threshold with Charles and Laura. She gave him a smiling nod.
"Yes Victor," Xavier smiled from the wheelchair. "That's the right time."
He turned his attention back to his brother. "Before you leave for your little journey, I got somethin' ta tell ya, Jimmy."
Logan gave his signature eyebrow raise. "Yeah? What is it?"
Victor sighed and finally looked into his brother's eyes. "This is something I never tried to tell ya because of some very selfish reasons but like ya said yesterday, this may be the last time when I'm seein' ya so I think I need to rid you of this guilt."
"Stop sugarcoatin' things, Victor." Logan growled.
Victor sighed with a tightened jaw again. "Our father, you didn't kill him. The night you drove his claws through his chest and fled the mansion, he was still alive. I was standing there and he asked me to save him but I..." Creed shook his head. "In stead of saving him, I just grabbed his throat and slashed it with my fuckin' claws."
Logan's mouth was hanging open for a long moment. "A-And why didn't ya-"
"Because Sabertooth told me to do so." Creed pursed his lips. "You've always had better things in yer life and that made my animal jealous every time. He just wanted to see ya live this burden for the rest o' yer long life."
In stead of having a fit over the damned revelation, Logan just stared into his brother's eyes for a long minute before speaking. "And I guess it's yer kitty kat who advised you to tell me all that so I can die without any fuckin' regrets?" a sarcastic ting in his tone this time.
"That's right."
Surprising his big brother, Logan smirked softly and shook his head. "After spendin' over a fuckin' century on this ground it doesn't matter who did it, the most important thing is that the asshole is dead. Besides, he was not my father, he was the man who killed my father."
A deep confusion crept into Creed's eyes. "Then why the hell did ya take his name?"
Logan shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged softly. "Because he is the reason why I'm here, right now but bein' a father takes more than that." Victor gave a understanding nod.
Kahli, Laura and Charles walked over to the feral brothers. Kahli handed Logan the metal case containing all the medicines for Charles. She got down on one knee and offered Laura a couple of chocolates with a broad smile. "Take care of your father and Charles." Laura nodded with a very fine smile before taking them.
Kahli straightened up and Victor wrapped an possessive arm around her. Logan rolled his eyes smilingly and pulled his Aviators out of the pocket of his dress jacket.
"My offer is still open, Jimmy." Victor smirked. "This is your house too. Stay and we can protect the frail and Charles together."
"No, bub." Logan put his glasses on smirkingly. "The girl needs to reach North Dakota and I've taken the money. Charles and I know how to keep our asses safe and you," he pointed his chin towards Kahli. "You take care o' yer kitty kat. The chick is precious and ready to put up with your shit for the rest of her life. The animals like us don't get things like her everyday."
"And I'm going to keep a close watch on you all the time, Mr. Donovan. Hurt Abby once and get ready to be paralysed for the rest of the day." Xavier had a very serious warning of his own.
Victor chuckled and shook his head. "Goodbye, Chuck."
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The murder of Victor's father by his hands in stead of Logan's is my own imagination, it has nothing to do with Marvel so please don't get confused. Now please REVIEW:D!
