As promised-another chapter.
~6 Years Earlier~
Keka stretched in the middle of the room, feeling the grains of the floor as her bare feet slid across the hardwood. Victor howled from another room, growling in his undertone.
She padded into the hallway, following the sound of his voice. Finally, she heard others calmly trying to settle him; Toad, and Magneto. She stopped at the doorway, expertly inching the door open to peek inside. She tensed up as the scent of anger and fear exploded on her. She could hear Victor's usually steady heartbeat, volatile and unstable-He was actually frightened of something. Her ears perked and quivered at the simple sound of the voices in the room.
"Please, Victor, keep your composure. You're blowing this out of perspective-"
"What perspective, Erik? Who's? It's my perspective that matters in this room; Mine and hers."
Keka froze, mid sniff. They were yelling about her?
"She can't stay here any longer-they're coming to me to ask about a Feral girl, and I don't know how long I keep them at bay." Magneto was far from angry, but he wasn't happy with the situation.
"She has to stay-she has no where else to go." Victor stated.
"Victor, you have to let her go- She's 16, she'll fend her own way-"
"I can't let her go, Erik."
There was an air of confusion, especially within Keka. She was surprised that Victor didn't smell her by now.
"Why can't you let her go, Vic?" Toad asked.
"Because she's my daughter."
Keka lost her steady balance and tumbled into the room, knocking the door into the wall with a crash. She didn't feel the ground rushing up to meet her body-she kept hearing Victor's words in her head as she looked up at him.
"Keka-"
"No." she shook her head violently, standing up and bolting out of the room. She flew down the hallways, Victor close behind.
"Keka, please-"
"No! You're lying! You're not my father!" She ran blindly, tears that she hadn't cried in seven years streaming over her skin. "You're lying!"
"Keka, stop!"
Keka skidded into her room, slamming the door behind her. The wood splintered as it hit, recoiling towards her. She pulled open her closet, collecting her shoes and her coat as Victor burst into the room after her.
"Keka, you don't know what you're doing-"
"Shut up! I don't wanna hear you talk anymore!" She cried, shutting the closet door and trying to push past him.
"Keka, please." Victor took her gently by the wrist, collecting her in his arms. "Please, listen."
"No!" She sobbed. "You've lied to me! You're lying now, aren't you? You aren't my father-"
"I *am* your father. You have my mutations. We're of the same blood, the same code, the same smell. That's how I found you." Victor tried to calm her. "You're too used to your own scent, or you would have questioned it."
"No...no...." Keka shook her head, her ears flattened in distress. Her knees buckled and she began to fall to the floor, Victor sinking with her, collecting her small frame in his lap and rocking her gently.
"I'm sorry, Keka, I'm so sorry."
"You never told me. You never told anyone. Why didn't you tell me? What are you scared of?" She sobbed, curling against his chest.
"Please Keka, understand-"
"I can't...." She whimpered. "No, why did you lie to me?" She struggled against him, pushing her hands against his chest to shove him back, but the man was much stronger then the girl.
"Little one, please, don't."
"Let me go!" Keka howled in heartbreak- her steady little world was crumbling around her, all because of Victor. Because of her father.
Keka snarled and pushed, sobbing harder and harder. Victor felt his heart splintering to see the daughter he'd watched grow up reject him so violently.
"Get off of me! I hate you! Let me go!" Keka wailed, shoving at his arms.
Victor finally dropped his hands from her, letting her scramble across the floor and out of the room away from him.
Keka was hardly 30 feet from the house, carried on developed Legs, before she was laying on the ground, a sharp hot pain spreading from her neck over her body. It was a feeling so far from the healing process she held within that it scared her. She tried to scream, to cry out for help, but found that she couldn't move her mouth. Her eyes were fuzzing, and her hearing was fading, her sense of smell the only thing that aided her. She could smell the scent of the man from so long ago, and of the woman who had been with him.
"I knew we'd find her." The woman snapped.
Keka tried to move, to lash out at them, but her body was almost completely numb. She was aware that her head was being lifted, and that a muzzle had been attached to her face, and restraints to her wrists and ankles.
The man lifted her easily, loading her into a van. The only thing the man or woman noticed about her, besides that she had grown, was that she lay perfectly still, except for her twitching right ear.
~Present Day~
Keka inhaled deeply, tasting the air in the back of her throat. The earthy scent of the rain that fell on the treetops above her conflicted her momentarily before finding her in a safe, soothed state.
Keka stopped midstep, quietly setting her booted foot on the ground. She caught an roughly familiar, overriding scent, the feeling that she was being watched flattening her ears to her head. Her right ear twitched madly.
"Who's there?" She felt her muscles tighten and her hands tensed, ready to attack, or possibly defend. There was the crack of twigs from somewhere in the forest and a metallic scraping.
"I said, who's there?"
"Sabretooth?" A gravel voice barked.
"What of him?" Keka asked, feeling threatened. A low growl rose in her throat involuntarily.
The woods grew quiet. All at once Keka recognized parts of the smell-Adamantium, and sweet tobacco smoke.
"Who are you?" A figure stepped into the clearing, all of 6 foot tall, she assumed, stubbly unshaven and of a sturdy build with a heavy, gruff voice.
Keka broke her stance, sensing more confusion in the air then danger.
"I should ask you the same."
"Wolverine." The man took a step closer to her.
"Custom." She held out a clawed hand to him.
~6 Years Earlier~
Keka stretched in the middle of the room, feeling the grains of the floor as her bare feet slid across the hardwood. Victor howled from another room, growling in his undertone.
She padded into the hallway, following the sound of his voice. Finally, she heard others calmly trying to settle him; Toad, and Magneto. She stopped at the doorway, expertly inching the door open to peek inside. She tensed up as the scent of anger and fear exploded on her. She could hear Victor's usually steady heartbeat, volatile and unstable-He was actually frightened of something. Her ears perked and quivered at the simple sound of the voices in the room.
"Please, Victor, keep your composure. You're blowing this out of perspective-"
"What perspective, Erik? Who's? It's my perspective that matters in this room; Mine and hers."
Keka froze, mid sniff. They were yelling about her?
"She can't stay here any longer-they're coming to me to ask about a Feral girl, and I don't know how long I keep them at bay." Magneto was far from angry, but he wasn't happy with the situation.
"She has to stay-she has no where else to go." Victor stated.
"Victor, you have to let her go- She's 16, she'll fend her own way-"
"I can't let her go, Erik."
There was an air of confusion, especially within Keka. She was surprised that Victor didn't smell her by now.
"Why can't you let her go, Vic?" Toad asked.
"Because she's my daughter."
Keka lost her steady balance and tumbled into the room, knocking the door into the wall with a crash. She didn't feel the ground rushing up to meet her body-she kept hearing Victor's words in her head as she looked up at him.
"Keka-"
"No." she shook her head violently, standing up and bolting out of the room. She flew down the hallways, Victor close behind.
"Keka, please-"
"No! You're lying! You're not my father!" She ran blindly, tears that she hadn't cried in seven years streaming over her skin. "You're lying!"
"Keka, stop!"
Keka skidded into her room, slamming the door behind her. The wood splintered as it hit, recoiling towards her. She pulled open her closet, collecting her shoes and her coat as Victor burst into the room after her.
"Keka, you don't know what you're doing-"
"Shut up! I don't wanna hear you talk anymore!" She cried, shutting the closet door and trying to push past him.
"Keka, please." Victor took her gently by the wrist, collecting her in his arms. "Please, listen."
"No!" She sobbed. "You've lied to me! You're lying now, aren't you? You aren't my father-"
"I *am* your father. You have my mutations. We're of the same blood, the same code, the same smell. That's how I found you." Victor tried to calm her. "You're too used to your own scent, or you would have questioned it."
"No...no...." Keka shook her head, her ears flattened in distress. Her knees buckled and she began to fall to the floor, Victor sinking with her, collecting her small frame in his lap and rocking her gently.
"I'm sorry, Keka, I'm so sorry."
"You never told me. You never told anyone. Why didn't you tell me? What are you scared of?" She sobbed, curling against his chest.
"Please Keka, understand-"
"I can't...." She whimpered. "No, why did you lie to me?" She struggled against him, pushing her hands against his chest to shove him back, but the man was much stronger then the girl.
"Little one, please, don't."
"Let me go!" Keka howled in heartbreak- her steady little world was crumbling around her, all because of Victor. Because of her father.
Keka snarled and pushed, sobbing harder and harder. Victor felt his heart splintering to see the daughter he'd watched grow up reject him so violently.
"Get off of me! I hate you! Let me go!" Keka wailed, shoving at his arms.
Victor finally dropped his hands from her, letting her scramble across the floor and out of the room away from him.
Keka was hardly 30 feet from the house, carried on developed Legs, before she was laying on the ground, a sharp hot pain spreading from her neck over her body. It was a feeling so far from the healing process she held within that it scared her. She tried to scream, to cry out for help, but found that she couldn't move her mouth. Her eyes were fuzzing, and her hearing was fading, her sense of smell the only thing that aided her. She could smell the scent of the man from so long ago, and of the woman who had been with him.
"I knew we'd find her." The woman snapped.
Keka tried to move, to lash out at them, but her body was almost completely numb. She was aware that her head was being lifted, and that a muzzle had been attached to her face, and restraints to her wrists and ankles.
The man lifted her easily, loading her into a van. The only thing the man or woman noticed about her, besides that she had grown, was that she lay perfectly still, except for her twitching right ear.
~Present Day~
Keka inhaled deeply, tasting the air in the back of her throat. The earthy scent of the rain that fell on the treetops above her conflicted her momentarily before finding her in a safe, soothed state.
Keka stopped midstep, quietly setting her booted foot on the ground. She caught an roughly familiar, overriding scent, the feeling that she was being watched flattening her ears to her head. Her right ear twitched madly.
"Who's there?" She felt her muscles tighten and her hands tensed, ready to attack, or possibly defend. There was the crack of twigs from somewhere in the forest and a metallic scraping.
"I said, who's there?"
"Sabretooth?" A gravel voice barked.
"What of him?" Keka asked, feeling threatened. A low growl rose in her throat involuntarily.
The woods grew quiet. All at once Keka recognized parts of the smell-Adamantium, and sweet tobacco smoke.
"Who are you?" A figure stepped into the clearing, all of 6 foot tall, she assumed, stubbly unshaven and of a sturdy build with a heavy, gruff voice.
Keka broke her stance, sensing more confusion in the air then danger.
"I should ask you the same."
"Wolverine." The man took a step closer to her.
"Custom." She held out a clawed hand to him.