~6 Years Earlier~
She'd been gone for weeks, seeming to have disappeared, body and smell, Despite Victor's extensive searching. After she'd taken off, he'd sat on the ground for longer then he could realize, empty, before he had been up and out of the house in a sweep after a strong, tangy scent within Keka's own, that in moments was gone.
Now all he could do was restlessly turn in his bed, worried.
Victor bolted up in his bed, his ears ringing. Keka's piercing screams filled the air as he clammered to follow the sound and her suddenly present scent, acidic with pain and terror.
He followed her trail to the alley way where he'd found her when she was seven. She screamed, Cringing against the wall and crying in pain. She bled from hundreds of cuts, bruised with wide, brightly glowing white eyes. Victor watched in amazement as they slowly closed smaller and smaller, some of them healing before she stumbled away from the wall, blood beginning to flow again.
Victor caught his teetering daughter as she fell to her knees, sobbing and giving a feline like yowl of pain and misery.
Victor drew her kneeling form into his lap as best her could, his usually destructive hands gently cradling her head. He felt hot tears flooding over his fingers as Keka cried.
"Little one, please..." he was helpless to her crying-she was suffering. Cuts reformed and opened on her face, blood tingeing her tears. "Keka.."
"D....daddy..." She whimpered, her hands weakly clutching at the thick wrists at either side of her head.
"Keka, don't talk." Her blood was running down her skin in obscene red tears. She crumpled against him, her body racked with sobs. She wore a tattered blue hospital dress, covered in blood and grime. Her hair was dirty and matted, pulled back from a swollen neck.
Victor gathered her in his arms, running into the empty streets.
~Present Day~
Keka dropped her hand after a few moments. *Pleasant guy* she thought sullenly.
"Where's Sabretooth?" Wolverine looked around.
"Question of the lifetime." Keka shrugged bitterly.
"He's not with you?"
"No."
Wolverine looked momentarily confused, the look washing away quickly.
"Then you just left him. He's all over you."
Keka winced. "I left him 8 years ago. I'm his daughter."
She'd been gone for weeks, seeming to have disappeared, body and smell, Despite Victor's extensive searching. After she'd taken off, he'd sat on the ground for longer then he could realize, empty, before he had been up and out of the house in a sweep after a strong, tangy scent within Keka's own, that in moments was gone.
Now all he could do was restlessly turn in his bed, worried.
Victor bolted up in his bed, his ears ringing. Keka's piercing screams filled the air as he clammered to follow the sound and her suddenly present scent, acidic with pain and terror.
He followed her trail to the alley way where he'd found her when she was seven. She screamed, Cringing against the wall and crying in pain. She bled from hundreds of cuts, bruised with wide, brightly glowing white eyes. Victor watched in amazement as they slowly closed smaller and smaller, some of them healing before she stumbled away from the wall, blood beginning to flow again.
Victor caught his teetering daughter as she fell to her knees, sobbing and giving a feline like yowl of pain and misery.
Victor drew her kneeling form into his lap as best her could, his usually destructive hands gently cradling her head. He felt hot tears flooding over his fingers as Keka cried.
"Little one, please..." he was helpless to her crying-she was suffering. Cuts reformed and opened on her face, blood tingeing her tears. "Keka.."
"D....daddy..." She whimpered, her hands weakly clutching at the thick wrists at either side of her head.
"Keka, don't talk." Her blood was running down her skin in obscene red tears. She crumpled against him, her body racked with sobs. She wore a tattered blue hospital dress, covered in blood and grime. Her hair was dirty and matted, pulled back from a swollen neck.
Victor gathered her in his arms, running into the empty streets.
~Present Day~
Keka dropped her hand after a few moments. *Pleasant guy* she thought sullenly.
"Where's Sabretooth?" Wolverine looked around.
"Question of the lifetime." Keka shrugged bitterly.
"He's not with you?"
"No."
Wolverine looked momentarily confused, the look washing away quickly.
"Then you just left him. He's all over you."
Keka winced. "I left him 8 years ago. I'm his daughter."