Into the Woods

by Rosmund Chadwick

After the fall of the Brotherhood, with Jean and Cyclops dead, Victor Creed makes a deal with Charles Xavier to stay in some woods and not harm anyone to keep his freedom, but when a young hiker strays in his woods and he finds its his mate...well, you'll have to read to find out.

32. Bambi, Inuits, and Immortality

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Bambi, Inuit's, and Immortality

AN: I got these little story cubes from Barnes and Noble to try to break through a little writers block I've got. (squints at the images on the cubes) There seems to be a person digging a hole, someone counting money, an old man thinking, what I assume is a rocket hitting a planet and…..what the beep! A shirt drying on a clothes-line! (blinks owlishly at readers) Well, okay then.

To FleeingDawn on my character Steve Aswell; I have purposely kept Steve mysterious, but pretty soon I am going to begin to 'flesh him out' so to speak, give his character more….umph?

(Rolls story dice) Okay, I've got someone either jumping or falling off some stairs (that will be ridiculously easy to incorporate into the story) some guy lifting weights, and someone reading a book…..huh.

LOGAN

The Wolverine smiled gently at the younger mutant who had stepped forward in curiosity to see what he was doing and held out one hand to softly push the boy back a few steps. "Careful, kid. Don't get too close yet."

The little albino mutant who could walk through walls looked at the deer carcasses with wide eyes. "What did you do to Bambi?"

Logan blinked confusedly. "Huh? Bambi?"

"It's a Disney movie." An older teen with a spiked tail informed the feral from the sidelines. "It's about a baby deer."

Logan frowned, trying to think how to respond to this information. "It's food, kid." He told the young mutant. "I've gotta feed you guys properly somehow."

Big crocodile tears began to well up in the young mutants eyes. "But why Bambi?"

Logan was absolutely at a loss for words. He rubbed the back of his head, letting out a huff. Why on earth did Disney have to go and teach kids stuff like that!? Then he knelt down on one leg so that he was eye to eye with the younger mutant. "Listen kid, you ever hear of the Native Americans?"

The teary-eyed boy nodded. "Yeah. We learned about them in Professor Munroes History class."

Logan nodded sagely. "Do you know how the Indians viewed hunting?"

The little one named Calvin shook his head.

"Some of the Indians, like the Inuit, believed that the tribe had to be good to the land they lived on so that the animals themselves would allow themselves to be killed for food."

Calvin screwed up his face in confusion. "In…you…it?"

"Eskimos, kid." Logan clarified. "The guys that wear furry coats and live in ice houses."

Calvin nodded, then; "What do you mean 'allowed themselves to be killed'?"

"Well, if the Eskimos were good to the land, then the animals would LET themselves get caught on purpose to feed the Eskimos." Inwardly, Logan began hitting his head against a metaphorical brick wall. He needed Chuck to explain this, not him.

*You're on your own in this case, Logan.* came the Professors tired but amused voice in his head. *Try not to mentally scar my students any more than necessary.*

The young mutant eyed the dead deer with an intense look of concentration, and Logan began to worry that his catch might spontaneously erupt in flames (this was quite possible considering that the child was a mutant and might not have come into his full powers).

"So…..the deer let itself get killed to feed us?"

"That's the way I like to look at it." Logan answered, kneeling down to begin to pull the organs from the animal. "You might want to move back a little, kid." Then Logan had a flash of brilliance. "Besides, this isn't Bambi, kid. Bambi's still runnin' around in the forest. No-one can get him."

The smile that broke over the childs face was brilliant.

Logan mentally wiped the sweat from his brow. `Phew! That was a close one.`

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SABRETOOTH

The feral mutant stalked down the halls with a scowl on his face that sent everyone in his way running for the nearest hiding spot or up against the wall, trying to make themselves invisible (one kid actually did just that). No-one really knew what had ticked off the great Sabretooth, but they weren't about to get in his way.

In his mind, one piece of conversation kept replaying itself in Victor/Sabretooths head;

"Do you plan to wait till she is old and grey and then leave her behind for another woman."

That was ridiculous, of course. The bleached-blonde b stard didn't know ANYTHING about ferals, but Mr. Aswell had plucked a nerve that was already raw and throbbing. One that DEMANDED salve and resolution.

`There has to be a solution to this…..` Victor growled inside his head. `Some kind of answer…..` He thought of the contacts he had had. Before his inner Sabretooth had pretty much taken over his mind, turning him into pure animal, back before the Brotherhood when Victor had been an assassin-for-hire, he had had contacts; people with information who owed him something, like S.H.I.E.L.D when Fury had enlisted him for the Black Ops….

…..Fury…..

Victor stopped dead in his tracks, his growl ceasing as well.

Nick Fury…..the captain of S.H.I.E.L.D was old. He seemed to have never aged a day but, as far as Victor knew, he wasn't a mutant like him and Jimmy. So how did the stick-up-his-ass commander stay young?

Well, at least now he had a place to start.

He thought hard; *Heah wheels. Where's the phone?*

CITATIONS

Robinson, B. A. (2008, January 13). Beliefs of native americans from the artic to the southwest. Retrieved from .