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Chapter 2: "Priorities"
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Victor Creed snarled as he trudged through the snow towards the farm on which Piotr Rasputin lived. The things he would do for a chance to tear Logan to shreds, he thought to himself. Well, at least he wasn't stuck in a blizzard. The farm was a quaint, little place that most people would have found charming, but Sabretooth would just as soon have torn it to pieces if that was what Magneto had told him to do. Smoke billowed out of the brick chimney of the little wooden farm house. Creed finally made his way to the door and pounded on it, his opinion of a polite way to request access to somewhere, although given the weak construction of the door, it would probably have exploded into a shower of splinters if he had knocked on it any harder. The door opened, and on the other side was a tiny blonde-haired girl, who ran away in fright when she saw Sabretooth.
"Illyana, who was it?" He heard a deep voice say in Russian, a language he had picked up during his days with the Weapon X project. A man almost as tall as Sabretooth himself came to the door and looked at the stranger, "how can I help you?"
"I'm here to see Piotr Rasputin, on personal business," Sabretooth replied, his Russian perfect, even down to the regional accent.
"You've found him... come inside, please," Sabretooth complied, shaking the snow off of his boots and stepping inside, glancing around at his surroundings. The home was tiny, but rather cozy. The little girl who had initially greeted Sabretooth was hiding behind her mother on the couch, Piotr's father and brother both stood nearby. "I don't believe we've met... mister...?"
"Creed, Victor Creed," he said, frowning a bit, "cute kid you've got there... she your sister?" He hated to be so pleasant, and it showed.
"Da, her name is Illyana... please, sit," he gestured to a wooden chair by the fireplace. Creed complied with the softest of growls, not very pleased to be forced to stick around longer than necessary.
"I'm here to talk about your... gift," Sabretooth said, getting right to the point. All the members of the family went silent, staring at the man, "I represent a cause important to people like us. We heard about your incident with the tractor... and we want to know if you will be willing to help us." The feral mutant went on to explain the details of Magneto's cause, always hitting the key points about the bigotry that mutants face in the future, and the danger to their families. Piotr looked somewhat uncomfortable when Sabretooth mentioned that he would be required to leave home. "So, are you willing to leave your home here and aid Magneto and his worthy cause?" Sabretooth could barely say it without puking, he couldn't stand to hear such propaganda come out of his own mouth. Piotr paused and took a deep breath.
"Mama... papa... I think I should go with him to help Magneto," tears filled his eyes, as well as those of his parents and sister, "it is the right thing to do, I believe."
"Then do what you must," his father said. Illyana leaped out of her mother's arms and ran up to Piotr, throwing her arms around him and beginning to cry. It took everything within Sabretooth not to roll his eyes, but he managed it. Within ten minutes, Piotr had packed all of his belongings, which were truly very few. Creed had to sit through a tearful farewell filled with several "I love you"s from each party before he and Piotr actually exited into the snow, leaving the other Rasputins standing in the doorway, watching their son depart with his new colleague.
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The pair arrived back at Magneto's headquarters in one of the large metal sphere's Magneto had devised for transportation. Piotr stepped out, looking disoriented, and Sabretooth followed, stalking off to his quarters to rest. Magneto walked in and smiled.
"Greetings, Piotr, and welcome... I am Magneto. I have heard much about you... that you can turn yourself into a human Colossus of sorts."
"Da, I can," Piotr said, switching over to English, a language that he was only somewhat familiar with. With a look of concentration on his face, his skin began to transform into organic steel, shining in the light. He grew several inches in height and his already large muscles appeared to bulge further. Even his eyes and hair underwent a transformation.
"Truly incredible," Magneto said, clapping his hands together. A look of pride crossed Piotr's face, "from now on, you will go by the name Colossus." The Russian mutant nodded, shifting back into his regular form. "You will be the mightiest of all my Acolytes, and humanity shall tremble at your very name. Please, attend me." Magneto turned, his cape dramatically sweeping behind him, and guided Colossus into the main control room of his lair. Here, he filled Colossus's head with propaganda that the young, naive mutant ate up. By the end of it all, Colossus was fully convinced that humans were evil and that Magneto was some sort of deity. In the following weeks, Colossus and Sabretooth trained together, preparing for a day in the not too distant future that Magneto always spoke about. A day when mutants would be revealed to all of mankind. As time passed, Magneto's health began to fail, the effects of his genetic enhancements fading. However, his will was as strong as iron. One day, he approached Colossus with a mission in mind for him.
"You will be going to Australia," he said, his wrinkled features turned up in a smile, "to recruit a newly emerged mutant by the name of St. John Allerdyce. Sabretooth will accompany you."
"Da, Lord Magneto, it shall be done," Colossus said.
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To Be Continued
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Chapter 2: "Priorities"
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Victor Creed snarled as he trudged through the snow towards the farm on which Piotr Rasputin lived. The things he would do for a chance to tear Logan to shreds, he thought to himself. Well, at least he wasn't stuck in a blizzard. The farm was a quaint, little place that most people would have found charming, but Sabretooth would just as soon have torn it to pieces if that was what Magneto had told him to do. Smoke billowed out of the brick chimney of the little wooden farm house. Creed finally made his way to the door and pounded on it, his opinion of a polite way to request access to somewhere, although given the weak construction of the door, it would probably have exploded into a shower of splinters if he had knocked on it any harder. The door opened, and on the other side was a tiny blonde-haired girl, who ran away in fright when she saw Sabretooth.
"Illyana, who was it?" He heard a deep voice say in Russian, a language he had picked up during his days with the Weapon X project. A man almost as tall as Sabretooth himself came to the door and looked at the stranger, "how can I help you?"
"I'm here to see Piotr Rasputin, on personal business," Sabretooth replied, his Russian perfect, even down to the regional accent.
"You've found him... come inside, please," Sabretooth complied, shaking the snow off of his boots and stepping inside, glancing around at his surroundings. The home was tiny, but rather cozy. The little girl who had initially greeted Sabretooth was hiding behind her mother on the couch, Piotr's father and brother both stood nearby. "I don't believe we've met... mister...?"
"Creed, Victor Creed," he said, frowning a bit, "cute kid you've got there... she your sister?" He hated to be so pleasant, and it showed.
"Da, her name is Illyana... please, sit," he gestured to a wooden chair by the fireplace. Creed complied with the softest of growls, not very pleased to be forced to stick around longer than necessary.
"I'm here to talk about your... gift," Sabretooth said, getting right to the point. All the members of the family went silent, staring at the man, "I represent a cause important to people like us. We heard about your incident with the tractor... and we want to know if you will be willing to help us." The feral mutant went on to explain the details of Magneto's cause, always hitting the key points about the bigotry that mutants face in the future, and the danger to their families. Piotr looked somewhat uncomfortable when Sabretooth mentioned that he would be required to leave home. "So, are you willing to leave your home here and aid Magneto and his worthy cause?" Sabretooth could barely say it without puking, he couldn't stand to hear such propaganda come out of his own mouth. Piotr paused and took a deep breath.
"Mama... papa... I think I should go with him to help Magneto," tears filled his eyes, as well as those of his parents and sister, "it is the right thing to do, I believe."
"Then do what you must," his father said. Illyana leaped out of her mother's arms and ran up to Piotr, throwing her arms around him and beginning to cry. It took everything within Sabretooth not to roll his eyes, but he managed it. Within ten minutes, Piotr had packed all of his belongings, which were truly very few. Creed had to sit through a tearful farewell filled with several "I love you"s from each party before he and Piotr actually exited into the snow, leaving the other Rasputins standing in the doorway, watching their son depart with his new colleague.
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The pair arrived back at Magneto's headquarters in one of the large metal sphere's Magneto had devised for transportation. Piotr stepped out, looking disoriented, and Sabretooth followed, stalking off to his quarters to rest. Magneto walked in and smiled.
"Greetings, Piotr, and welcome... I am Magneto. I have heard much about you... that you can turn yourself into a human Colossus of sorts."
"Da, I can," Piotr said, switching over to English, a language that he was only somewhat familiar with. With a look of concentration on his face, his skin began to transform into organic steel, shining in the light. He grew several inches in height and his already large muscles appeared to bulge further. Even his eyes and hair underwent a transformation.
"Truly incredible," Magneto said, clapping his hands together. A look of pride crossed Piotr's face, "from now on, you will go by the name Colossus." The Russian mutant nodded, shifting back into his regular form. "You will be the mightiest of all my Acolytes, and humanity shall tremble at your very name. Please, attend me." Magneto turned, his cape dramatically sweeping behind him, and guided Colossus into the main control room of his lair. Here, he filled Colossus's head with propaganda that the young, naive mutant ate up. By the end of it all, Colossus was fully convinced that humans were evil and that Magneto was some sort of deity. In the following weeks, Colossus and Sabretooth trained together, preparing for a day in the not too distant future that Magneto always spoke about. A day when mutants would be revealed to all of mankind. As time passed, Magneto's health began to fail, the effects of his genetic enhancements fading. However, his will was as strong as iron. One day, he approached Colossus with a mission in mind for him.
"You will be going to Australia," he said, his wrinkled features turned up in a smile, "to recruit a newly emerged mutant by the name of St. John Allerdyce. Sabretooth will accompany you."
"Da, Lord Magneto, it shall be done," Colossus said.
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To Be Continued
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