A Perfect Match
Genre: Action/Romance/AU/humor (for flavor)
Disclaimer: I own no one in the Marvel Universe, 'cause if I did, Gambit, Nightcrawler, and Wolverine would be all MINE. Yeah I know. Dream on. I have a total of $460. It wouldn't be worth it to sue me. Please don't.
Warnings: SABRETOOTH.
Full Summary: Ok, Sabie (giggle) has been tracking a girl for hurmm...3 yrs. So far, she's been able to out manuver him at every turn. He's found her more than once and he's lost her more than once. She's very nice about it and leaves him a hint as to where she is going every time. She's enjoying out thinking him as much as he's enjoying tracking her....gee..what a great pair...
SB: Gee, what a great pair?? Just what the heck does that mean, runt?!
Nameless girl: Yeah! geez, ya make us sound like a couple of high school flirts!
SB: *growls* I wouldn't go that far, pup.
Girl: yeah, yeah, whatever. Talk to the hand.
SB: How 'bout I bite the hand off?
Girl: *Glare*
SB: *Glare*
Elf: *Glare* SHUT UP!
SB, Girl: *looks at Elf very ....hungry like?!??*
Elf: *glup* ahhh...I mean....continue...c-c-carry on...um....I'm gonna leave now....bye!
SB: *watchs retreating form of Elf* What was that about?
Girl: Beats me.
SB: oh well, let's start the story already, the readers are getting bored.
Girl: What readers?
~thinking~
*actions*
telepathy
=translations=
~* change of POV *~
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I was laughing at my own note. I knew he wasn't goning to laugh. But who cares? Naw, he'd probably growl and hiss and yell and tear it up. He's probably done that with ALL my little notes. Who cares? I don't. I'd love to be able to watch him blow his top over them but that would mean either hiding near by (which wouldn't do me any good) or setting up a camera (which STILL wouldn't do me any good). So I just laughed at my own imagination and put the note on his bloody face like I do every time and hi- tailed it to the nearest airport. He's been following me for 3 years, you would think he'd have found something better to do by now, but no. Not him. "Never leave the hunt until you've caught something" I think is what he said when I asked him once. Right before I cut his side up with a knife. I always made sure the damage I did was major so I'd have time to write the note and get my "skinny little butt outta there". His words, not mine. I stoped at the house I'd been living in first to grab my gear and money.
Looking around it became apparent that he found the house first. Good thing the couple I was staying with took my advice and left on a vacation soon after I arrived. I told them they would know when it was safe to come back. I hated when the people I lived with were stubborn and refused to do anything that might save their lives but it's not like I didn't warn 'em or anything. I learned early on that I should either live alone or get the people in the house to leave for a while. He always killed anyone in the house whether or not I was there.
Since I don't look my age, I have to depend on other older people for help. It's an annoyance but nothing more. I make do. I don't really know exactly how old I am. I think he does. Heck, the old crow probably knows EVERYTHING about my past. That must be why I never kill him. Why I always let him find me. Or maybe I'm just bored. I dunno. This time I was back-tracking, I wasn't going to some place new. This time I was going back to a place I knew. Dangerous? Yes. Stupid even? Probably. Do I care? Not really. I can handle most anyone. Heck, if I can handle Sabretooth, I can handle anyone. What did the note say this time, you ask? Why only the most simplest of words for Sabie. Of course, just putting "New York" is kinda vague but I was in a hurry, he was healing a little faster this time. Guess I didn't do as much damage as I thought I had.
Besides, we've been through New York before, he'll know where to look for me. Which means of course that I won't be able to stay as long this time. I wonder if he has lackeys set up to let him know where I am? Huh, This might be a little more dangerous than I thought.....oh well, can't change my mind now.
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I am getting freakin' mad at that girl. At the begining, when she fought back, it was a challenge, it was fun. Now it's just a big pain in the ass. Literally. What's worse, it's getting boring. I wasn't figurin' on it bein' this hard to catch one pathetic little girl. I looked at the note in my hand, "New York". She even signed it. Like it was just a note to a friend, or boyfriend. ~ Geez, make me puke why don't cha? ~ Perfect old fashioned script. ~ Huh, I didn't think she was THAT old. Well, they did say something about her full potential not being tapped yet. Ha, probably didn't even come near to stratchin' the surface of her powers.
She's probably older'n I am. What with her powers, she could change what she looks like, I'm sure. Only thing is, those stupid scientits were too hasty. They wiped her memory too soon. That's the big problem. They didn't wait to see what all she could do, didn't get the full extent of her powers before they made sure that even she didn't know. Idiots. The girl might be able to kill us with a thought and they don't know. I remember seeing her when they first brought her in. She looked like a well done piece of meat.
Don't know what they did to take her down. Looked like they used a blow torch on her. I remember almost feeling sorry for her. Almost being the operative word of course. *grin* They told me to watch her close, make sure she didn't escape or kill anyone while she healed. Gave me a nice file to read while I was on guard duty too. Heh, "file". It wasn't a file. That woulda been an insult. It was 3 pages. Counting a picture. All they had on her. Like I said, idiots. Her assumed name, her current address, a short list of people she knew, her weight, her height, her eye, hair, and skin color, her known fighting skills, and a wild estimate on her age. Page two was a list of places and resturants that she frequented. They didn't even know what she could do. Damn idiots. I shoulda just let her escape. At least then she wouldn't be a problem, wouldn't be in my way, would know how to use her powers--and how NOT to use them. And maybe we woudn't have to be worried that she'd make a mistake and wipe us out when she finds a new use for her powers. ~ I shook my head. Now is definitely NOT the time to be reminiscing. I crushed the note in my hand and let it drop to the floor. No, now was the time for getting on a frickin' plane and starting the frickin' search all over again.
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I got out of cab at the entrance to the Airport and paid the scuzzy cab driver the outragously high price of $145. A slow grin spread on my face as I walked through the sliding doors, I don't know what he thinks he's getting away with, but all but 10 of that 145 dollars was counterfit. Whoo- boy! I wish I could see his face when tries to spend that on some lap dancer or beer, or whatever it is scuzzy cab drivers do with their money. I wondered briefly if he would figure out that it was me?
~ Let's see now, where is it....Ah ha! There it is! ~ Have you ever tried to find the right point of entry to the desk in the maze of ribbons and "do not enter" signs? Ah-nnoying! I finaly get up to the counter and, of course, get the most sulkly guy up there. Why couldn't it have been the cute one right next to him?? He's in his late thirties at least, and boy, 'pudgy' would be a compliment!
I was starting to re-think the whole flying to New York thing and just buy a motorcycle and make Sabie wait around in New York for me to show up. The thought was getting even more enticing by the minute as Pudgy LeSulk decided that I was the lucky passenger for the random bag search! Bloody Perfect. I was gonna get hauled off to jail and Sabie would be stuck in New York waiting all by his lonesome for me.
Why was I gonna get hualed off to jail? Because I forgot to break down the three guns and hide the two daggers that I aways keep with me. Man oh man, I was in trouble now. There was no WAY I was gonna make bail --- oh shit, forget bail, I wasn't gonna survive the strip search! (AN: No boys, I am NOT goning to describ that in THAT kind of detail, you pervs) I was holding my breath, waiting for Sulky a la Moody to sound the alarm. Or faint in shock. Or cut himself. Or shoot himself in the foot. ~ Stupid, stupid, stupid. ~
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and waited.
And waited.
Still waiting.
I open my eyes. Pudgy Man is looking at me kinda funny, a little red in the face too. He's also holding my bag out to me. I could have kissed him! I think he is saying something along the lines of "Your gate number is 34."
He barely even pawed around in my bag! It was unzipped a little still and I could see why he didn't do a full search... I had put all my lacy, tong-ey, and see through-ey unmentionabls on the top. I didn't know if I should be embarrassed or pleased. My face did color a little I'm sure and I mumbled a "thanks" and shuffled out of there.
I went to the soda machine to grab a coke. (AN: sorry, you guys don't really know texas lingo: "Coke" can mean any soda on the planet in Texas. ) All they had left was Big Red, Sprite, and Hi-Ci. I picked Sprite. The other two always stain my teeth and make me look like I just ate a very very rare steak. Like one with the bell still attached.
I sat down on one of the many uncomfortable hard plastic chairs and waited a while before heading to the metal detectors and my gate. I still had about 34 minutes before I needed to get to the gate. I sipped my soda slowly. That had been close. TOO close. Was I losing my edge? I've heard of forgetting stuff over the years if you don't do it often enough, but forgetting while you're doing it? That's wack man.
~ Maybe the stuff THEY put into my head is starting to wear off. Maybe that's why they want me back. Maybe I'll get caught next time. Maybe I want to get caught. ~ I pulled out of the thoughs before I gave myself the chance to imagine what Sabretooth would do to me if he ever caught me. All I would allow myself to think was that THOSE people would have a mightly lot of fixin' me up before they could continue with the....the what?
Ever had one of those moments where you know exactly what you're gonna say or think but just can't put your finger on it? Or tongue, to be more presice. I know they did something to me. I just don't know what. Maybe my mind is protecting me. Maybe I forgot on purpose. Maybe I don't really want to know. I capped my soda, made a quick trip to the restrooms, and started toward the metal detectors. I slowed down a little when I was almost there to pull out a piece of typed paper signed by a doctor in that oh-so- (not!)readable doctors' handwriting. I had insisted on it being typed.
It stated in no uncertain terms that I had several metal screws, bolts, and other hardware thoughout my body (Really, I had the weapons hidden on my person). Therefore, all I had to do was hand the note to the armed guard standing by, wait for him to think and ponder for a few seconds and walk right through the metal detectors, beeping all the way. (AN if I hear of any people getting on plane with weapons, or even a spoon because of this, I'm gonna hurl.)
Now then, let's see....gate 34 is where? Oh, perfect. ALL the way down the hall, starting from number 10. Fantastic! Let's see how my good fortune is doing today. Escape (again) 1st good. Close call with attendant at desk, 1st bad. Through the metal detectors without so much as a blink, 2nd good. Finding out I have less than 10 minutes to pass 24 gates, get my ticket, AND find something edible for the trip, 2nd bad. Not a perfect day, but still bordering on good.
I ran down the hall, my bag slung on my back like a back-pack. I grabed a bag of Gummie Bears, and a Kit-Kat-Bar. (Hey, I said I was gonna get something edible, I didn't say it had to be healthly.) Waited impatiently while the girl rang up the candy. Practaly tossed her the money and ran to the desk to get my ticket. They were lining up already! I got ticket...an A, one of the first groups on the plane. I just made it! I droped my bag and leaned the wall with a "Whew!" Ok, now that the 2nd bad is passed, I should have my 3rd good coming up soon.
Shit, I spoke....er...thought too soon. Just when I thought things were going my way. Just when I thought I was gonna make yet again another clean get-away when guess-who is seen walking down the hallway in my direction, with his pack, and his nose sniffing me out. shit shit shit shit shit. I'm toast! There was no way I was gonna endanger all these innocent people who just wanna get home to their families. I turned my back to him and walked casualy back up to the candy counter. I stayed firmly in the most sweet smelling spot I could find and tried to look busy figuring out which bag to buy.
Please let the sugar mask my scent even a little bit! Wait, stop thinking, he can smell fear.....calm yourself down, inhale the nausating smell of all that candy. If I could just make this work for even a few seconds, just so that he passes me, I could make a run for it. I shoulda listened to myself at the ticket counter and left to find a motorcycle. Man oh man. This better work. I closed my eyes and breathed in a nice big lungfull of sugar. If he didn't hurry up and pass me I was gonna go diabetic and pass out from all the sugar! Boy, that would sure blow my cover then.
It appeared that closing my eyes was a mistake. And that listening to myself trying not to think was another mistake. Let me explain. First off, I didn't see him. Second off, I didn't hear the poor girl at the counter yelling at me to run. Why do I say "poor girl"? Because it became apparent very quickly that Sabretooth didn't like all the noise she was making.
BAM!
I opened my eyes and whirled around just in time to see the bullet crash into her skull between her eyes. I felt sick. More blood on my hands. Never mind the fact that I didn't physically pull the trigger myself but I might as well have. She died because I made a mistake. Because I made several mistakes. Damn him! I shifted my eyes from her dead body leaning against the wall to his grinning face. If I was tall enough I would'av punched him in the face. Unfortunalty I was more than two feet shorter than him and that wasn't gonna work. The bastard looked at me and bowed. I was still just standing there. Unaware of the screams of the people around me, of the shouts of airport security as they surrounded us. The police and guards had their weapons drawn. They were all aimed at him. He seemed ammused. Like a teenager watching a little kid trying to immitate him.
As soon as he turned his head a little to see who all was behind him I dropped my bag and pulled out two of my guns. I aimed them at his head. He turned at my sudden movement and half the guards shifted their targets to me as well. "Drop your weapons, and get face down on the floor! NOW!" Mustva been one of the guards behind me. Sabretooth cocked his head and looked at the guns in my hands then looked at me. He almost seemed.....well, disappointed in me? He shook his head and grinned at me. Then, shockers, of shockers, he dropped his gun to the floor and kicked it at one of the policemen. I was getting way confused and I knew it showed on my face. I was looking back and forth between him and the guards.
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"Sir, we've got shots fired. I repeat, shots fired at gate 34. One person down. Two suspects facing off. The male appears to be a mutant, the female, unknown. He just shot one of the employees and the girl's got two guns aimed at his head. The mutant is huge. We need backup!"
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What was he up too? I slowly kneeled down to put my guns on the floor, never taking their aim off of Sabretooth, in case he should make a move. He didn't. I stood back up and a few dozen guards rushed us both and searched us for more weapons. I barely heard a couple of the guards swear as they found my other gun and the daggers. I was too busy looking straight into Sabretooth's eyes. Those cold, dark and dangerous amber eyes. I know the fear was showing on my face, that was one thing I could never mask. But his face was always blank when you dicided to look for something. He never showed you any emotion when you went looking for it.
Well, almost never. He did let you see when he was enjoying himself.
One of guards was saying something to me. I stared at him blankly. I hadn't heard what he said. He put his gun in my face and repeated: "Get. Down. On. The. Freakin'. Floor. NOW! Put your hands on your head!" I could see that Sabretooth was already complying with what they said. What the hell was going on? He never does shit like this. I followed suit and layed on the floor with my hands on my head. This was not a good day.
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I could smell her fear, it was entoxicating. I wished it was only me causing her fear. No, she wasn't just afraid of me. She was afraid of the guards, of the change in my reactions. Normaly I would'va been tearing these pitiful excuses for security to pieces by now. She was too busy watching my every move that she almost got her face blown off by one particulary dumb guard. She must be waiting to see what I do. ~Well, enough torturing her for now...plently of time for that later.~ I got down on the floor and she immediately did the same. They had us cuffed and on our feet again in an instant. Good to see they can do at least one thing right. I looked at her face again. Now most of the fear was masked, I could still smell it though, it dominated over the guards' fears. She knew what I could do, and they didn't.
Now the only thing I could see on her face was confusion. She also seemed hurt that the guards were already locking up her daggers in a metal box. As far as I know, she's always had those things. Must be a clue to her past that she's afraid of losing. Or she just likes 'em. Well, I'll just have to get them back for her. Ain't like she doesn't know how to use them. Fact is, she's better with the daggers than she is guns.
The guards were starting toward the entrance of the airport, poking, and shoving us along with them. I was sneering at every single person we passed along the way. Laughing inwardly at their fear, the way they flinched back to the walls to keep as far away as they could. I could tell without much thought that they couldn't see how the girl was a part of all this fiasco. But I knew they were scared of me. Everyone is scared of me. One of my traits I guess. Heh, almost like another power. Power over fear. Just thinking about it made me smile more. I glanced over my shoulder at her, she was walking slower, getting as close to the officer that had her daggers as she could without raising suspision. Smart girl. When she looked up I tried to signal her with my eyes. If what I had in mind was gonna work, we needed to work together. We also needed to let them take us out of the airport and into the parking lot.
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I didn't care anymore what Sabretooth was doing. I only cared about getting away. Getting away with my daggers. I slowed down while walking to get as close the policeman who had been giving the unfortunate duty of guarding my daggers and guns. If those blades had one scratch on them I was gonna punch his teeth in. I remembered the daggers. They were the only thing I remember of my past. My real past I mean. Although, why and how I got them is total confusion, I do remember having them for a long time. I'm not sure that I'd remember them if I hadn't seen them soon after I woke up, but the important thing was they were a memory. Memory was important. My past was important. That guard over there has the most important thing in my life in his hands, and if anything, ANYTHING happens to them, he's gonna wish he stayed home today.
I felt another pair of eyes on me and looked up. Sabretooth. I started to make a face but something in his eyes told me to play it cool. He saw the change in my expression and nodded. I thought he was nodding at me but I figured out quick that he was really motioning towards the doors in the lobby. He wanted to get outside first, before either one of us did anything I guess. I straigthen my back, tossed my hair, and gave him a half grin. He narrowed his eyes and faced forward again. Maybe this wouldn't turn into such a bad day after all.
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I could see the change in her, as well as smell it. I could only hope that none of the police were seasoned and trained enough to notice such things as well.
We were at the doors. Just a little further. Once we were at the police crusiers I shot another look at the girl. She smiled and winked. One second later and I had broken my handcuffs, tossed the officers out of my way, and broke the chains on her cuffs. She grabbed the keys from the car next to her and tossed them at me, then took off running to the car where they were putting our gear and weapons. We both heard the cock of the guns at the same and she ducked behind the nearest vehical. I slid into the crusier, started the engine, and drove to give her cover as they started shooting at us. She kicked at the policemans' gun and decked him in the jaw. He went down hard. She grabbed the weapons, and my pack only, before jumping through the now open passenger side door off the car I was driving. I floored the petal and she slammed the door shut.
I spared her a glance as we sped away. She wasn't paying any attention to me or the police now. She was too busy with checking her daggers for damage. She smiled, satisfied that they were fine and tossed the case that had held our weapons out the window. She put the blades back in their straps and slung them over her shoulder.
I stoped looking at her and consentrated on the road. The rest of the police had been notified it seemed and we needed another car. This one was just too obvious. I headed towards the city park nearby and jumped out of the car, picking up my pack and pointing to a dark blue Ford 2-Door.
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Bwwwaaahhahahahah!!! I'm leaving you hanging! Boy oh boy! My 1st chapter of my 2nd story is finished! This is just too cool! ok people, you know the drill: R & R please. If any of you post questions, I'll be more than happy to answer them in the next chapter. Please be forewarned that I've only written the first chapter, I have another story "Strange Eyes" that I'm working on, and therefore the second chapter(s) may be slow in coming. If you get a cryptic answer it either means I don't have an answer or I'm just not telling! yeah, I know. I'm a dork. Dorks Rule! heheeh. OK, enough embarassing myself. *grin* Hope ya'll liked my fic...if any of you see any mistakes in speech patterns for Sabie please let me know. I had a bit of trouble getting his degraded gruffness down. That's all for now folks! ~Furry Elf
Genre: Action/Romance/AU/humor (for flavor)
Disclaimer: I own no one in the Marvel Universe, 'cause if I did, Gambit, Nightcrawler, and Wolverine would be all MINE. Yeah I know. Dream on. I have a total of $460. It wouldn't be worth it to sue me. Please don't.
Warnings: SABRETOOTH.
Full Summary: Ok, Sabie (giggle) has been tracking a girl for hurmm...3 yrs. So far, she's been able to out manuver him at every turn. He's found her more than once and he's lost her more than once. She's very nice about it and leaves him a hint as to where she is going every time. She's enjoying out thinking him as much as he's enjoying tracking her....gee..what a great pair...
SB: Gee, what a great pair?? Just what the heck does that mean, runt?!
Nameless girl: Yeah! geez, ya make us sound like a couple of high school flirts!
SB: *growls* I wouldn't go that far, pup.
Girl: yeah, yeah, whatever. Talk to the hand.
SB: How 'bout I bite the hand off?
Girl: *Glare*
SB: *Glare*
Elf: *Glare* SHUT UP!
SB, Girl: *looks at Elf very ....hungry like?!??*
Elf: *glup* ahhh...I mean....continue...c-c-carry on...um....I'm gonna leave now....bye!
SB: *watchs retreating form of Elf* What was that about?
Girl: Beats me.
SB: oh well, let's start the story already, the readers are getting bored.
Girl: What readers?
~thinking~
*actions*
telepathy
=translations=
~* change of POV *~
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I was laughing at my own note. I knew he wasn't goning to laugh. But who cares? Naw, he'd probably growl and hiss and yell and tear it up. He's probably done that with ALL my little notes. Who cares? I don't. I'd love to be able to watch him blow his top over them but that would mean either hiding near by (which wouldn't do me any good) or setting up a camera (which STILL wouldn't do me any good). So I just laughed at my own imagination and put the note on his bloody face like I do every time and hi- tailed it to the nearest airport. He's been following me for 3 years, you would think he'd have found something better to do by now, but no. Not him. "Never leave the hunt until you've caught something" I think is what he said when I asked him once. Right before I cut his side up with a knife. I always made sure the damage I did was major so I'd have time to write the note and get my "skinny little butt outta there". His words, not mine. I stoped at the house I'd been living in first to grab my gear and money.
Looking around it became apparent that he found the house first. Good thing the couple I was staying with took my advice and left on a vacation soon after I arrived. I told them they would know when it was safe to come back. I hated when the people I lived with were stubborn and refused to do anything that might save their lives but it's not like I didn't warn 'em or anything. I learned early on that I should either live alone or get the people in the house to leave for a while. He always killed anyone in the house whether or not I was there.
Since I don't look my age, I have to depend on other older people for help. It's an annoyance but nothing more. I make do. I don't really know exactly how old I am. I think he does. Heck, the old crow probably knows EVERYTHING about my past. That must be why I never kill him. Why I always let him find me. Or maybe I'm just bored. I dunno. This time I was back-tracking, I wasn't going to some place new. This time I was going back to a place I knew. Dangerous? Yes. Stupid even? Probably. Do I care? Not really. I can handle most anyone. Heck, if I can handle Sabretooth, I can handle anyone. What did the note say this time, you ask? Why only the most simplest of words for Sabie. Of course, just putting "New York" is kinda vague but I was in a hurry, he was healing a little faster this time. Guess I didn't do as much damage as I thought I had.
Besides, we've been through New York before, he'll know where to look for me. Which means of course that I won't be able to stay as long this time. I wonder if he has lackeys set up to let him know where I am? Huh, This might be a little more dangerous than I thought.....oh well, can't change my mind now.
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I am getting freakin' mad at that girl. At the begining, when she fought back, it was a challenge, it was fun. Now it's just a big pain in the ass. Literally. What's worse, it's getting boring. I wasn't figurin' on it bein' this hard to catch one pathetic little girl. I looked at the note in my hand, "New York". She even signed it. Like it was just a note to a friend, or boyfriend. ~ Geez, make me puke why don't cha? ~ Perfect old fashioned script. ~ Huh, I didn't think she was THAT old. Well, they did say something about her full potential not being tapped yet. Ha, probably didn't even come near to stratchin' the surface of her powers.
She's probably older'n I am. What with her powers, she could change what she looks like, I'm sure. Only thing is, those stupid scientits were too hasty. They wiped her memory too soon. That's the big problem. They didn't wait to see what all she could do, didn't get the full extent of her powers before they made sure that even she didn't know. Idiots. The girl might be able to kill us with a thought and they don't know. I remember seeing her when they first brought her in. She looked like a well done piece of meat.
Don't know what they did to take her down. Looked like they used a blow torch on her. I remember almost feeling sorry for her. Almost being the operative word of course. *grin* They told me to watch her close, make sure she didn't escape or kill anyone while she healed. Gave me a nice file to read while I was on guard duty too. Heh, "file". It wasn't a file. That woulda been an insult. It was 3 pages. Counting a picture. All they had on her. Like I said, idiots. Her assumed name, her current address, a short list of people she knew, her weight, her height, her eye, hair, and skin color, her known fighting skills, and a wild estimate on her age. Page two was a list of places and resturants that she frequented. They didn't even know what she could do. Damn idiots. I shoulda just let her escape. At least then she wouldn't be a problem, wouldn't be in my way, would know how to use her powers--and how NOT to use them. And maybe we woudn't have to be worried that she'd make a mistake and wipe us out when she finds a new use for her powers. ~ I shook my head. Now is definitely NOT the time to be reminiscing. I crushed the note in my hand and let it drop to the floor. No, now was the time for getting on a frickin' plane and starting the frickin' search all over again.
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I got out of cab at the entrance to the Airport and paid the scuzzy cab driver the outragously high price of $145. A slow grin spread on my face as I walked through the sliding doors, I don't know what he thinks he's getting away with, but all but 10 of that 145 dollars was counterfit. Whoo- boy! I wish I could see his face when tries to spend that on some lap dancer or beer, or whatever it is scuzzy cab drivers do with their money. I wondered briefly if he would figure out that it was me?
~ Let's see now, where is it....Ah ha! There it is! ~ Have you ever tried to find the right point of entry to the desk in the maze of ribbons and "do not enter" signs? Ah-nnoying! I finaly get up to the counter and, of course, get the most sulkly guy up there. Why couldn't it have been the cute one right next to him?? He's in his late thirties at least, and boy, 'pudgy' would be a compliment!
I was starting to re-think the whole flying to New York thing and just buy a motorcycle and make Sabie wait around in New York for me to show up. The thought was getting even more enticing by the minute as Pudgy LeSulk decided that I was the lucky passenger for the random bag search! Bloody Perfect. I was gonna get hauled off to jail and Sabie would be stuck in New York waiting all by his lonesome for me.
Why was I gonna get hualed off to jail? Because I forgot to break down the three guns and hide the two daggers that I aways keep with me. Man oh man, I was in trouble now. There was no WAY I was gonna make bail --- oh shit, forget bail, I wasn't gonna survive the strip search! (AN: No boys, I am NOT goning to describ that in THAT kind of detail, you pervs) I was holding my breath, waiting for Sulky a la Moody to sound the alarm. Or faint in shock. Or cut himself. Or shoot himself in the foot. ~ Stupid, stupid, stupid. ~
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and waited.
And waited.
Still waiting.
I open my eyes. Pudgy Man is looking at me kinda funny, a little red in the face too. He's also holding my bag out to me. I could have kissed him! I think he is saying something along the lines of "Your gate number is 34."
He barely even pawed around in my bag! It was unzipped a little still and I could see why he didn't do a full search... I had put all my lacy, tong-ey, and see through-ey unmentionabls on the top. I didn't know if I should be embarrassed or pleased. My face did color a little I'm sure and I mumbled a "thanks" and shuffled out of there.
I went to the soda machine to grab a coke. (AN: sorry, you guys don't really know texas lingo: "Coke" can mean any soda on the planet in Texas. ) All they had left was Big Red, Sprite, and Hi-Ci. I picked Sprite. The other two always stain my teeth and make me look like I just ate a very very rare steak. Like one with the bell still attached.
I sat down on one of the many uncomfortable hard plastic chairs and waited a while before heading to the metal detectors and my gate. I still had about 34 minutes before I needed to get to the gate. I sipped my soda slowly. That had been close. TOO close. Was I losing my edge? I've heard of forgetting stuff over the years if you don't do it often enough, but forgetting while you're doing it? That's wack man.
~ Maybe the stuff THEY put into my head is starting to wear off. Maybe that's why they want me back. Maybe I'll get caught next time. Maybe I want to get caught. ~ I pulled out of the thoughs before I gave myself the chance to imagine what Sabretooth would do to me if he ever caught me. All I would allow myself to think was that THOSE people would have a mightly lot of fixin' me up before they could continue with the....the what?
Ever had one of those moments where you know exactly what you're gonna say or think but just can't put your finger on it? Or tongue, to be more presice. I know they did something to me. I just don't know what. Maybe my mind is protecting me. Maybe I forgot on purpose. Maybe I don't really want to know. I capped my soda, made a quick trip to the restrooms, and started toward the metal detectors. I slowed down a little when I was almost there to pull out a piece of typed paper signed by a doctor in that oh-so- (not!)readable doctors' handwriting. I had insisted on it being typed.
It stated in no uncertain terms that I had several metal screws, bolts, and other hardware thoughout my body (Really, I had the weapons hidden on my person). Therefore, all I had to do was hand the note to the armed guard standing by, wait for him to think and ponder for a few seconds and walk right through the metal detectors, beeping all the way. (AN if I hear of any people getting on plane with weapons, or even a spoon because of this, I'm gonna hurl.)
Now then, let's see....gate 34 is where? Oh, perfect. ALL the way down the hall, starting from number 10. Fantastic! Let's see how my good fortune is doing today. Escape (again) 1st good. Close call with attendant at desk, 1st bad. Through the metal detectors without so much as a blink, 2nd good. Finding out I have less than 10 minutes to pass 24 gates, get my ticket, AND find something edible for the trip, 2nd bad. Not a perfect day, but still bordering on good.
I ran down the hall, my bag slung on my back like a back-pack. I grabed a bag of Gummie Bears, and a Kit-Kat-Bar. (Hey, I said I was gonna get something edible, I didn't say it had to be healthly.) Waited impatiently while the girl rang up the candy. Practaly tossed her the money and ran to the desk to get my ticket. They were lining up already! I got ticket...an A, one of the first groups on the plane. I just made it! I droped my bag and leaned the wall with a "Whew!" Ok, now that the 2nd bad is passed, I should have my 3rd good coming up soon.
Shit, I spoke....er...thought too soon. Just when I thought things were going my way. Just when I thought I was gonna make yet again another clean get-away when guess-who is seen walking down the hallway in my direction, with his pack, and his nose sniffing me out. shit shit shit shit shit. I'm toast! There was no way I was gonna endanger all these innocent people who just wanna get home to their families. I turned my back to him and walked casualy back up to the candy counter. I stayed firmly in the most sweet smelling spot I could find and tried to look busy figuring out which bag to buy.
Please let the sugar mask my scent even a little bit! Wait, stop thinking, he can smell fear.....calm yourself down, inhale the nausating smell of all that candy. If I could just make this work for even a few seconds, just so that he passes me, I could make a run for it. I shoulda listened to myself at the ticket counter and left to find a motorcycle. Man oh man. This better work. I closed my eyes and breathed in a nice big lungfull of sugar. If he didn't hurry up and pass me I was gonna go diabetic and pass out from all the sugar! Boy, that would sure blow my cover then.
It appeared that closing my eyes was a mistake. And that listening to myself trying not to think was another mistake. Let me explain. First off, I didn't see him. Second off, I didn't hear the poor girl at the counter yelling at me to run. Why do I say "poor girl"? Because it became apparent very quickly that Sabretooth didn't like all the noise she was making.
BAM!
I opened my eyes and whirled around just in time to see the bullet crash into her skull between her eyes. I felt sick. More blood on my hands. Never mind the fact that I didn't physically pull the trigger myself but I might as well have. She died because I made a mistake. Because I made several mistakes. Damn him! I shifted my eyes from her dead body leaning against the wall to his grinning face. If I was tall enough I would'av punched him in the face. Unfortunalty I was more than two feet shorter than him and that wasn't gonna work. The bastard looked at me and bowed. I was still just standing there. Unaware of the screams of the people around me, of the shouts of airport security as they surrounded us. The police and guards had their weapons drawn. They were all aimed at him. He seemed ammused. Like a teenager watching a little kid trying to immitate him.
As soon as he turned his head a little to see who all was behind him I dropped my bag and pulled out two of my guns. I aimed them at his head. He turned at my sudden movement and half the guards shifted their targets to me as well. "Drop your weapons, and get face down on the floor! NOW!" Mustva been one of the guards behind me. Sabretooth cocked his head and looked at the guns in my hands then looked at me. He almost seemed.....well, disappointed in me? He shook his head and grinned at me. Then, shockers, of shockers, he dropped his gun to the floor and kicked it at one of the policemen. I was getting way confused and I knew it showed on my face. I was looking back and forth between him and the guards.
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"Sir, we've got shots fired. I repeat, shots fired at gate 34. One person down. Two suspects facing off. The male appears to be a mutant, the female, unknown. He just shot one of the employees and the girl's got two guns aimed at his head. The mutant is huge. We need backup!"
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What was he up too? I slowly kneeled down to put my guns on the floor, never taking their aim off of Sabretooth, in case he should make a move. He didn't. I stood back up and a few dozen guards rushed us both and searched us for more weapons. I barely heard a couple of the guards swear as they found my other gun and the daggers. I was too busy looking straight into Sabretooth's eyes. Those cold, dark and dangerous amber eyes. I know the fear was showing on my face, that was one thing I could never mask. But his face was always blank when you dicided to look for something. He never showed you any emotion when you went looking for it.
Well, almost never. He did let you see when he was enjoying himself.
One of guards was saying something to me. I stared at him blankly. I hadn't heard what he said. He put his gun in my face and repeated: "Get. Down. On. The. Freakin'. Floor. NOW! Put your hands on your head!" I could see that Sabretooth was already complying with what they said. What the hell was going on? He never does shit like this. I followed suit and layed on the floor with my hands on my head. This was not a good day.
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I could smell her fear, it was entoxicating. I wished it was only me causing her fear. No, she wasn't just afraid of me. She was afraid of the guards, of the change in my reactions. Normaly I would'va been tearing these pitiful excuses for security to pieces by now. She was too busy watching my every move that she almost got her face blown off by one particulary dumb guard. She must be waiting to see what I do. ~Well, enough torturing her for now...plently of time for that later.~ I got down on the floor and she immediately did the same. They had us cuffed and on our feet again in an instant. Good to see they can do at least one thing right. I looked at her face again. Now most of the fear was masked, I could still smell it though, it dominated over the guards' fears. She knew what I could do, and they didn't.
Now the only thing I could see on her face was confusion. She also seemed hurt that the guards were already locking up her daggers in a metal box. As far as I know, she's always had those things. Must be a clue to her past that she's afraid of losing. Or she just likes 'em. Well, I'll just have to get them back for her. Ain't like she doesn't know how to use them. Fact is, she's better with the daggers than she is guns.
The guards were starting toward the entrance of the airport, poking, and shoving us along with them. I was sneering at every single person we passed along the way. Laughing inwardly at their fear, the way they flinched back to the walls to keep as far away as they could. I could tell without much thought that they couldn't see how the girl was a part of all this fiasco. But I knew they were scared of me. Everyone is scared of me. One of my traits I guess. Heh, almost like another power. Power over fear. Just thinking about it made me smile more. I glanced over my shoulder at her, she was walking slower, getting as close to the officer that had her daggers as she could without raising suspision. Smart girl. When she looked up I tried to signal her with my eyes. If what I had in mind was gonna work, we needed to work together. We also needed to let them take us out of the airport and into the parking lot.
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I didn't care anymore what Sabretooth was doing. I only cared about getting away. Getting away with my daggers. I slowed down while walking to get as close the policeman who had been giving the unfortunate duty of guarding my daggers and guns. If those blades had one scratch on them I was gonna punch his teeth in. I remembered the daggers. They were the only thing I remember of my past. My real past I mean. Although, why and how I got them is total confusion, I do remember having them for a long time. I'm not sure that I'd remember them if I hadn't seen them soon after I woke up, but the important thing was they were a memory. Memory was important. My past was important. That guard over there has the most important thing in my life in his hands, and if anything, ANYTHING happens to them, he's gonna wish he stayed home today.
I felt another pair of eyes on me and looked up. Sabretooth. I started to make a face but something in his eyes told me to play it cool. He saw the change in my expression and nodded. I thought he was nodding at me but I figured out quick that he was really motioning towards the doors in the lobby. He wanted to get outside first, before either one of us did anything I guess. I straigthen my back, tossed my hair, and gave him a half grin. He narrowed his eyes and faced forward again. Maybe this wouldn't turn into such a bad day after all.
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I could see the change in her, as well as smell it. I could only hope that none of the police were seasoned and trained enough to notice such things as well.
We were at the doors. Just a little further. Once we were at the police crusiers I shot another look at the girl. She smiled and winked. One second later and I had broken my handcuffs, tossed the officers out of my way, and broke the chains on her cuffs. She grabbed the keys from the car next to her and tossed them at me, then took off running to the car where they were putting our gear and weapons. We both heard the cock of the guns at the same and she ducked behind the nearest vehical. I slid into the crusier, started the engine, and drove to give her cover as they started shooting at us. She kicked at the policemans' gun and decked him in the jaw. He went down hard. She grabbed the weapons, and my pack only, before jumping through the now open passenger side door off the car I was driving. I floored the petal and she slammed the door shut.
I spared her a glance as we sped away. She wasn't paying any attention to me or the police now. She was too busy with checking her daggers for damage. She smiled, satisfied that they were fine and tossed the case that had held our weapons out the window. She put the blades back in their straps and slung them over her shoulder.
I stoped looking at her and consentrated on the road. The rest of the police had been notified it seemed and we needed another car. This one was just too obvious. I headed towards the city park nearby and jumped out of the car, picking up my pack and pointing to a dark blue Ford 2-Door.
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Bwwwaaahhahahahah!!! I'm leaving you hanging! Boy oh boy! My 1st chapter of my 2nd story is finished! This is just too cool! ok people, you know the drill: R & R please. If any of you post questions, I'll be more than happy to answer them in the next chapter. Please be forewarned that I've only written the first chapter, I have another story "Strange Eyes" that I'm working on, and therefore the second chapter(s) may be slow in coming. If you get a cryptic answer it either means I don't have an answer or I'm just not telling! yeah, I know. I'm a dork. Dorks Rule! heheeh. OK, enough embarassing myself. *grin* Hope ya'll liked my fic...if any of you see any mistakes in speech patterns for Sabie please let me know. I had a bit of trouble getting his degraded gruffness down. That's all for now folks! ~Furry Elf