Mr. Intellectual: Good to heart that, I was doubting had I made the fighting a bit too short. And here's the update, though maybe not much happening in it.
MsAartByHeart: Well brutalness is part of the feral brothers, right? x)
Hopefully you'll enjoy!
It was a frail cub. So tiny, fitting to both of his large palms at the same time while he hold the small, unmoving and not breathing thing.
Sniffing with his blunt nose, his pointy ears perking to listen for anything, the large beast mutant sat on the wooden floor and examined the little thing carefully.
Small eyes not seeing the newborn's clenched fists moving nor small chest rising.
Sneering the man growled deep in his throat, holding back from wrapping his fingers with sharp talons around the baby.
What had he done wrong this time?
He hadn't break the mate. Hadn't starved them or unkempt them. Hadn't even clawed them. He hadn't rushed the birth. Hadn't been rough when cleaning the cub. Hadn't crushed it accidentally.
So why wasn't this one moving?
"What did you do to it?" the man growled, slowly moving his gaze to his mate on the bed. The female was a strong frail. Had given birth to three, healthy and strong cubs with her other mate already. That's why the mutant had chosen her to be his mate.
So why was this cub, his cub, dead?
"I... told you", the woman, exhausted from the childbirth and covered by sweat and blood, snarled back. "Should have gone... To the... Hospital... Idiot."
Usually the sharp tongue of this one amused the mutant male, but now it just angered him even more. He put the dead baby onto the floor and started stalking the bed and its bound occupant.
The thick, long fur growing from his forehead to the middle of his back started rising like the voice in his throat.
"I fed you, I cleaned you, fucked you and you give me a dead cub!?"
"You kidnapped and raped me you fucking psychopath!" the female screamed, hands rattling the shackles. "I didn't want anything of this you crazy asshole! I told you-"
A booming roar shook the walls as the large animal like man gripped on the bed's bloody sheets.
"Don't talk back mate", the mutant growled, talons clawing the ruined sheets. "If you don't give me a cub, alive one, then-"
A small, faint whimper halted everything.
The twisted face of anger melted to disbelief as the man turned around.
Even the woman kept still and tried to listen.
There was another whimper, before baby's wailing started from the little naked body on the cold floor. It's chubby legs and clenched fists moving.
He let out a short laugh, turning and hurrying to gather the little thing against his fur covered chest, smelling the cub and listening and watching it.
Feeling the warmth surrounding it, the baby settled down, but the feral could hear its breathing and could see its chest rising evenly.
Chuckling silently, relief washing over, the beast man sat down onto the wooden floor and looked at the little cub of his.
A little fighter she was. Even after looking dead, the little frail had fought back to life.
His little fighting cub...
"...I wanna see her", the woman with long blond hair said quietly, wanting to see her baby.
Seeing that the girl hadn't inherited nothing else from the father than just a skin color and seeing her sleeping happily, the human female smiled with tears on her eyes.
And, seeing the big freak treating the baby so gently, with that small smile on his monster face...
Swallowing the woman pushed the soft feeling away. Though a thought of leaving the baby behind pained her.
But she had her own children. And a husband.
Has it already been a year...?
How much had the kids grown now? Where they safe and good? How was Aron? Was he still looking for her? Did he remember that Jessica needed to have new clothes for the school trip, or that Matthew had appointment to the dentist or that-
"...Ray?" the woman said as cautiously as she could, softly and looking at the monster who kept staring at the baby. He huffed in response.
Maybe that was a good thing, that the baby had stolen his attention mostly.
"Will you now... Let me... Go... Please?" the woman asked, swallowing nervously. The freak squinted his small eyes and looked at her.
She still tried.
"You have the cub now. Alive one. And I have my own cubs, they need their mother. Ray? Please, let me go."
The mutant showed his teeth, nostrils widening.
"And leave this cub of yours? Leave your mate and your cub?"
Feeling like loosing this battle, the same freaking battle that she had tried to fight so many times, the woman cried out.
"Please! I promise, I promise, I'll come to see the cub and you! But my other cubs need me too! I beg of you!"
"No", the mutant growled while starting to walk to the room's door. "You need to calm down mate."
"RAY!"
"I'll come cleaning you, after you are calm."
Closing the door, hearing through it the desperate, angry screaming, the man looked down at the baby which moved a little on his embrace before settling back down.
Smiling widely the man leaned down and nudged the cub's bald head with his nose.
Giving a tender lick made the frail to whimper.
The beast man chuckled, swallowed and felt his heart trying to settle back as he walked down the stairs to the living room where the fireplace was on.
"Don't worry..." the mutant growled silently. "I'll keep you safe and alive. Even if your mama doesn't."
Settling in front of the fireplace onto the floor the beast man raised one of his talons. And hesitating for a moment, petted the small cub's head with the back of his claw.
"My little cub..."
It's a bit hard to breath for Anna. There's a weird feeling all over her body, like constant pressure. It's worse on her chest. And head. And left shoulder. Everywhere, really.
It takes a moment through hazy mind for her to recognize its pain what she's feeling. It gets from numb to actual pain in waves. The blinding lights that flicker over her now and then don't help. Or that she hears like she's under water.
Moving her gaze under fluttering eyelids she sees people around her, unknown people, with whiteness over them and they are moving her fast to somewhere.
The more she gathers information of her surroundings the more she becomes afraid for not recognizing anything.
She feels the fear taking over, paralyzing her body completely as she tries to breath. The animal side inside her is in panic. She can't run, she can't move at all. She's laying flat and she don't know anything around her. What happened?
She remembers reacting to something on the road.
"She's starting to go into shock."
"We need to-"
Closing her eyes Anna feels tears pushing from under her eyes.
She coughs, as the first thing that comes into mind, is Victor. Fucking bastard can't leave her even in time like this.
But even his presence and that stupid smirk would be enough to give her some reassuring that things... Will be okay. In some way. That there's something familiar.
Anything, anyone really... But even he would be enough.
The mind starts to get too foggy, Anna letting go for now and trying to settle onto something that takes her mind from the unknown situation.
As Logan comes back from the limbo, between death and life before the last one, like always, wins, he wakes up in a darkness. Feeling something covering him like a thin blanket. It rustles like plastic as he moves. He's in a small space.
Morgue.
Moving around a bit the short mutant starts kicking with his bear feet and forces the hatch open. Crawling out as fast as he can he leans against the metal wall which has other hatches, more dead bodies inside them. The cold, large room is empty from any other person so Logan takes his time to settle. Remembering the last thing to be Sabretooth raising his foot over him.
Snarling with bared teeth the feral man moves towards the coat rack. Hearing a sound coming from his feet he glances down, seeing a tag wrapped around his right big toe.
Ripping it off he takes one of the lab coats.
Need to get his phone back, probably in this place where they conserve deceased's belongings. Logan thinks of the situation.
The bastard didn't say anything about Anna, of her current well-being. If he did kill her, he would have shown it or teased with it Logan.
So he still has her. Or maybe had.
Frowning the feral man walks to the room's door and opens it into a hallway.
Had to get his stuff back, get some clothes, get back to the motel and get information. If Sabretooth still had Anna, alive, Logan was going to save her.
Now fully clothed in his regular clothes, with a stolen car, Victor arrives at the road to a spot where seemed to have happened an accident. He recognizes the ruined car on side of the road.
Pulling to aside he steps out and walks fast to the vehicle that is covered by yellow tape. Looking inside, but not seeing a body in there, he does smell blood however. Anna's blood. And seeing the bent insides of the car makes him uncomfortable. His claws lengthens and scratches the bent metal that his grip crushes more.
Stupid, fucking idiot, frail...
Straightening back up Sabretooth glances around, cars passing now and then.
Picking up a cellphone he starts to research for the nearest hospital.
