Special Thanks to chacreed for reviewing! Thank you so much! Yea I know no
one likes Sabertooth anymore. :(
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Ororo stared outside through the frosting window, snow falling all around in a blizzard. She didn't want it to rain, she had done enough of that. Snow seemed appropriate anyway. Not tears just yet.
She had hidden the paper in her diary, not wanting to look at it now. Storm didn't know why but it pained her to think about that night a month ago. She had fought the feeling down deep, that feeling that she had grown attached to Victor. Tears welded up behind her icy blue eyes.
She, the Ice Queen, the Weather Witch, the Weather Goddess, Storm, was in love with Victor Creed.
Storm loved Sabertooth.
The words echoed in her mind, dripping sorrow and pain. He was gone but she still didn't want to believe it. Storm hadn't believed it the night it happened. Everyone else believed it. Hell they were glad to except it. No, not Storm. Toad she had come to fair grounds, not really passing her judgment but Sabertooth..
The atmosphere changed outside, her eyes clouded up. Replacing the snow was hot rain, melting the snow. People would probably come up here asking what was wrong. She didn't care. Hatred boiled in her blood at the thought of people.
Hatred towards everyone, the Professor, Jean, Scott, Wolverine, Rogue, Magneto, everyone. They had ripped him away in some way. The wind started to howl outside, picking up fury. Balls flew, swings flying, trashcans air born. All her frustration over the last month was venting out, all the stress, pain, loneliness, everything. The new trees she had helped plant were uprooted and thrown by an invisible giant. Picking the wind speed up, she managed to rip out some of the older and sturdier trees.
Some movement in the forest caught her eye. Long blond hair then nothing. *Sabertooth?* The wind stopped and the air was suddenly still like in the eye of a hurricane. *Could it be? But he's dead, right?*
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Victor had spotted Ororo a few moments ago in the tree he perched himself in before the rain hit. It was warm, a pleasant change from the nipping of the snow. But with the rain came the tears from her cloud eyes. It broke his heart to see her cry, he knew why too. He loved the way she acted, her mutation, *ah, I love her.* He wanted to kill the person that made her cry.
Suddenly the wind was picking up. He ignored it, watching Storm's face turn from tears and pain to tears and hatred in seconds. He desperately wanted to go up to her and hold her, let her cry on him. *Who'd have thought it? Your turning soft Creed.* He smirked before he ducked a flying trashcan. Victor looked up at Storm, making sure she hadn't seen him.
Without warning, the tree he stood in was swaying terribly. He jumped into the next one. Well, he would've made it if not for the wind and a kick ball headed his way. The ball came in contact with his side, knocking him to the ground. Grunting, he looked up at the tree. It had uprooted itself and was falling on top of him. He rolled out into the opening, avoiding the tree by mere inches.
*Too close.* Sabertooth realized he was in the open before jumping up and getting back under some cover. Before he could turn around, the wind died instantly. *AAAAHHHH!* He knew that she had seen him, or at least something of him. Why else had the storm died like that?
*thoughts*
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Ororo stared outside through the frosting window, snow falling all around in a blizzard. She didn't want it to rain, she had done enough of that. Snow seemed appropriate anyway. Not tears just yet.
She had hidden the paper in her diary, not wanting to look at it now. Storm didn't know why but it pained her to think about that night a month ago. She had fought the feeling down deep, that feeling that she had grown attached to Victor. Tears welded up behind her icy blue eyes.
She, the Ice Queen, the Weather Witch, the Weather Goddess, Storm, was in love with Victor Creed.
Storm loved Sabertooth.
The words echoed in her mind, dripping sorrow and pain. He was gone but she still didn't want to believe it. Storm hadn't believed it the night it happened. Everyone else believed it. Hell they were glad to except it. No, not Storm. Toad she had come to fair grounds, not really passing her judgment but Sabertooth..
The atmosphere changed outside, her eyes clouded up. Replacing the snow was hot rain, melting the snow. People would probably come up here asking what was wrong. She didn't care. Hatred boiled in her blood at the thought of people.
Hatred towards everyone, the Professor, Jean, Scott, Wolverine, Rogue, Magneto, everyone. They had ripped him away in some way. The wind started to howl outside, picking up fury. Balls flew, swings flying, trashcans air born. All her frustration over the last month was venting out, all the stress, pain, loneliness, everything. The new trees she had helped plant were uprooted and thrown by an invisible giant. Picking the wind speed up, she managed to rip out some of the older and sturdier trees.
Some movement in the forest caught her eye. Long blond hair then nothing. *Sabertooth?* The wind stopped and the air was suddenly still like in the eye of a hurricane. *Could it be? But he's dead, right?*
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Victor had spotted Ororo a few moments ago in the tree he perched himself in before the rain hit. It was warm, a pleasant change from the nipping of the snow. But with the rain came the tears from her cloud eyes. It broke his heart to see her cry, he knew why too. He loved the way she acted, her mutation, *ah, I love her.* He wanted to kill the person that made her cry.
Suddenly the wind was picking up. He ignored it, watching Storm's face turn from tears and pain to tears and hatred in seconds. He desperately wanted to go up to her and hold her, let her cry on him. *Who'd have thought it? Your turning soft Creed.* He smirked before he ducked a flying trashcan. Victor looked up at Storm, making sure she hadn't seen him.
Without warning, the tree he stood in was swaying terribly. He jumped into the next one. Well, he would've made it if not for the wind and a kick ball headed his way. The ball came in contact with his side, knocking him to the ground. Grunting, he looked up at the tree. It had uprooted itself and was falling on top of him. He rolled out into the opening, avoiding the tree by mere inches.
*Too close.* Sabertooth realized he was in the open before jumping up and getting back under some cover. Before he could turn around, the wind died instantly. *AAAAHHHH!* He knew that she had seen him, or at least something of him. Why else had the storm died like that?