Disclaimer: X-Men and all related names are the trademarks of Marvel Entertainment, Inc.
Author's Note: Yes, I have finally gotten back to writing up stories... graduation is coming up, so I should have even more time to do it then. :)
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"The Blink of an Eye"
By William Logan
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Chapter One: Feral Savior
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Clarice Ferguson ran. The heat was beginning to get to her in the black jeans and dark green hoodie she wore, but the last thing she wanted to risk was anyone else seeing her face. The mob of students from the high school she had lived near had already seen her... and letting that happen had been her first mistake. Tears rolled down her soft light purple cheeks, sliding out of eyes that glowed a brilliant shade of green. If only she'd been born differently, she might very well have been going to the high school that these students were currently chasing her away from, but that wasn't the case. She was simply born unlucky, she thought to herself, trying to concentrate enough to open a portal in front of her, for that was her gift as a mutant... teleportation through rifts in normal space she opened up, but it required tremendous concentration for her to do it without hurting herself. Concentration was something she couldn't afford at this time.
"Get the mutie freak!" she heard a voice cry from behind as she tried to flee into the woods near the school, ended up tripping over her own two feet and tumbling a few feet. The mob was closer now, she looked up, the hood of her sweatshirt falling back, revealing the face of the terrified sixteen year old girl. Dark pink strands of sweat soaked hair obscured parts of her face, she didn't run anymore, she accepted the inevitable, sniffling as she gazed at the hateful faces.
"Don't hurt me... please," she squeaked weakly.
"Don't worry," said a boy with dark, close-trimmed hair, "we'll be humane." His friend handed him a baseball bat, which he twirled about in his hand. There were mixed murmurs from the students, some of them began to draw closer, others fell back in fear. There were no teachers to be seen, yet, and Clarice wondered if the adults would harm or help, anyway. One girl ran up, trying to plead for Clarice's case, but she was pushed roughly away. Things were happening so quickly, she couldn't concentrate, she merely repeated, in the same weak voice, "Please... no... don't..." The boy brought the bat up and Clarice tried to scramble backwards, a cry escaping her lips. But the cry was never heard, not over the tremendous roaring that shook the very air. She saw all of the students stumble backwards and begin running. Her head twisted almost too quickly towards to woods, where she saw the most enormous man she had ever seen standing before her, long blonde hair blowing in the breeze. His teeth were bared, showing canines as sharp as the tips of Clarice's own strange ears.
"Are... are you going to hurt me?" Clarice stammered, every syllable of the words repeating several times before the sentence was complete. She sniffled again, wiping her eyes with slender, purple fingers.
"No," the man replied, "I'm here to save you." There was something in his voice that Clarice didn't entirely trust, something sarcastic, but she owed her life to this man. Even with her astounding mutant powers, she hadn't learned the control she had needed to get herself out of the situation. She leaped up and wrapped her arms around the man, beginning to cry again. There was only a soft grunt of surprise then a growl of distaste in reply. She immediately withdrew herself from the man and he looked down at her, into those glowing green eyes filled with tears, "Stop cryin', kid... follow me." He began to stalk off into the forest without another word. Clarice saw no other choice but to follow the man, and as she followed him, stammered out another sentence.
"S-so what... what c-c-can I call you?" She studied him, "I'm C-C-C-Clarice."
"Name's Victor Creed... most people call me Sabretooth. I don't much care what you call me, in fact, I'd prefer if you didn't call me anything. Don't much like talking to kids," he snarled. It sounded to her like someone had told him to try to be friendly, but he wasn't very good at it. Still, there was something about him that Clarice trusted, and it was the first time that she had ever felt that.
"Thank you, Mister Creed," she murmured, "no one has ever stood up for me like that. It means so much, thank you... you saved my life..." she was about to launch into another round of thank you's when she was silenced by shock. Before her, in a forest clearing, was an enormous metal dome. She couldn't even begin to imagine how large it was, the fact simply was that it was the biggest thing she had ever seen. "What's that, Mister Creed?"
"Home," was his simple answer... it was a word completely foreign to the girl, at least in true meaning. She smiled a bit, muttering it to herself, "home"... it would be the first one she'd ever had.
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To Be Continued
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Author's Note: Yes, I have finally gotten back to writing up stories... graduation is coming up, so I should have even more time to do it then. :)
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"The Blink of an Eye"
By William Logan
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Chapter One: Feral Savior
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Clarice Ferguson ran. The heat was beginning to get to her in the black jeans and dark green hoodie she wore, but the last thing she wanted to risk was anyone else seeing her face. The mob of students from the high school she had lived near had already seen her... and letting that happen had been her first mistake. Tears rolled down her soft light purple cheeks, sliding out of eyes that glowed a brilliant shade of green. If only she'd been born differently, she might very well have been going to the high school that these students were currently chasing her away from, but that wasn't the case. She was simply born unlucky, she thought to herself, trying to concentrate enough to open a portal in front of her, for that was her gift as a mutant... teleportation through rifts in normal space she opened up, but it required tremendous concentration for her to do it without hurting herself. Concentration was something she couldn't afford at this time.
"Get the mutie freak!" she heard a voice cry from behind as she tried to flee into the woods near the school, ended up tripping over her own two feet and tumbling a few feet. The mob was closer now, she looked up, the hood of her sweatshirt falling back, revealing the face of the terrified sixteen year old girl. Dark pink strands of sweat soaked hair obscured parts of her face, she didn't run anymore, she accepted the inevitable, sniffling as she gazed at the hateful faces.
"Don't hurt me... please," she squeaked weakly.
"Don't worry," said a boy with dark, close-trimmed hair, "we'll be humane." His friend handed him a baseball bat, which he twirled about in his hand. There were mixed murmurs from the students, some of them began to draw closer, others fell back in fear. There were no teachers to be seen, yet, and Clarice wondered if the adults would harm or help, anyway. One girl ran up, trying to plead for Clarice's case, but she was pushed roughly away. Things were happening so quickly, she couldn't concentrate, she merely repeated, in the same weak voice, "Please... no... don't..." The boy brought the bat up and Clarice tried to scramble backwards, a cry escaping her lips. But the cry was never heard, not over the tremendous roaring that shook the very air. She saw all of the students stumble backwards and begin running. Her head twisted almost too quickly towards to woods, where she saw the most enormous man she had ever seen standing before her, long blonde hair blowing in the breeze. His teeth were bared, showing canines as sharp as the tips of Clarice's own strange ears.
"Are... are you going to hurt me?" Clarice stammered, every syllable of the words repeating several times before the sentence was complete. She sniffled again, wiping her eyes with slender, purple fingers.
"No," the man replied, "I'm here to save you." There was something in his voice that Clarice didn't entirely trust, something sarcastic, but she owed her life to this man. Even with her astounding mutant powers, she hadn't learned the control she had needed to get herself out of the situation. She leaped up and wrapped her arms around the man, beginning to cry again. There was only a soft grunt of surprise then a growl of distaste in reply. She immediately withdrew herself from the man and he looked down at her, into those glowing green eyes filled with tears, "Stop cryin', kid... follow me." He began to stalk off into the forest without another word. Clarice saw no other choice but to follow the man, and as she followed him, stammered out another sentence.
"S-so what... what c-c-can I call you?" She studied him, "I'm C-C-C-Clarice."
"Name's Victor Creed... most people call me Sabretooth. I don't much care what you call me, in fact, I'd prefer if you didn't call me anything. Don't much like talking to kids," he snarled. It sounded to her like someone had told him to try to be friendly, but he wasn't very good at it. Still, there was something about him that Clarice trusted, and it was the first time that she had ever felt that.
"Thank you, Mister Creed," she murmured, "no one has ever stood up for me like that. It means so much, thank you... you saved my life..." she was about to launch into another round of thank you's when she was silenced by shock. Before her, in a forest clearing, was an enormous metal dome. She couldn't even begin to imagine how large it was, the fact simply was that it was the biggest thing she had ever seen. "What's that, Mister Creed?"
"Home," was his simple answer... it was a word completely foreign to the girl, at least in true meaning. She smiled a bit, muttering it to herself, "home"... it would be the first one she'd ever had.
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To Be Continued
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