CHAPTER NINTY-SIX
Sabretooth .VS. Bus
AN: Short, I know, but I already have some of the next chapter written out.
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BOBBY DRAKE/ICE-MAN VICTOR CREED/SABRETOOTH LITTLE OLD LADY
BUS DRIVER
No P.O.V. in particular
Now, a good amount of time had passed since Bobby Drake had first started his escape, time that, as his mentor Thanatos had put it, could be credited to the Sabretooths instincts. `You have been found out-` Thanatos had told him mentally. `-and have only just escaped because of MY power to mask your scent and the ferals overpowering instincts.` The instincts to prove himself alpha.
So, yes, Bobby Drake had a good head-start, but a public transit bus is NOT a Red Bull race-car; the distance to Hydes Park was considerable (which was why Bobby had not chosen to run the whole way) and the feral was FAST…..
Sandy hair streaming behind him and a grin that foretold blood and lots of it, the Sabretooth was catching up.
Bobby whipped his head around to the driver who had absolutely NO idea that his vehicle was being hunted by a Class Five (5) feral. "GO FASTER!" the teen screamed.
The portly bus driver started in his seat then turned a reproachful glare to his passenger. "Now, boy, that's no way to—WHOA!" the man had just caught sight of the feral mutant…..right before said mutant leaped onto the bus in a predatory move that no normal human could possibly emulate.
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VICTOR CREED / SABRETOOTH
Sure, his little baby brother had those fancy-smancy adamantium claws, but Victor had long ago found that his claws could get the job done just as well—and he used them now.
Using all of his limbs to launch himself into the air, looking every bit a giant cat, he then dug his claws into the roof of the bus, rending metal and using them to anchor himself.
He heard the music of two (2) loud screams and scented the rank stench of urine (either the ice-prick or the bus driver had pissed themselves) and smirked, raising his arm to open a huge hole in the roof of the bus. `Piece of cake…..` he thought to himself when the bus suddenly wrenched itself sharply to the side.
"What the f*^k!?" Sabretooth bellowed, but quick thinking and even quicker reflexes allowed him to dig all ten claws into the metal to stabilize himself.
The bus swerved this way and that on the luckily (or unluckily, depending on who you were) empty road as if it were buffeted by extremely heavy winds. However, this wasn't the cause of some storm, but defensive driving…..almost professional defensive driving…..
`How the *&^^%$ did a bus driver learn defensive driving!?` the Sabretooth had time to wonder before he loosed one clawed hand and timed his body with the back and forth turbulence of the bus. He swung himself over the edge of the roof, anchoring his weight with one clawed hand. The other he curled into a fist, ready to punch the window in. That was when he saw the old woman with eyes like pitch.
`Well, well, well who's this?` he wondered, though he figured he would find out soon enough. It was odd, though, that the woman didn't seem to have a scent.
Right when he let his fist fly, the ice-brat seemed to snap out of his terror and flung one hand out, encasing the targeted window with a thick sheet of ice.
Victor improvised.
Before the brat could flash-freeze all the windows in the same way, Victor swung his legs horizontally and kicked open the window beside him in a shatter of glass. The window was too small for his bulk so, again, he used his claws to make it bigger and slipped inside as easy as pie.
He smiled wide, showing off his fangs. "Alright, boy, yer come'n with me."
The old lady smiled.
"Not today, dearie."
Then she grabbed Bobbys arm and the both of them vanished.
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VOCABULARY:
RENDING: tearing, ripping apart
EMULATE: to copy someone
TURBULENCE: disorderly, agitated
CITATIONS:
., . M. (n.d.). Who made the fastest race car?. . Retrieved May 8, 2014, from Q/Who_made_the_fastest_race_car