AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hope you like! Just so you know, the story gets
increasingly psychotic as it progresses, to give you something to look
forward to.
Ororo opened her eyes to find herself lying upon a cold, stone floor, surrounded by utter darkness. She heard a scream that pitched up through her spine and made her neck ache. It came from her right. She ran to the wall beside her, putting her ear against the crisp brick, and she heard a low growl as clearly as if a wolf were snarling right before her nose. She knew from experience that box-office thriller sounds were a dead give-away to the whereabouts of Victor Creed.
She felt her way around the room, looking for a door of any sort. She eventually found one, with a very convenient, old-fashioned lock, complete with a large keyhole, and as she picked the lock, she wondered to herself exactly how old the door was. It opened with a creak, and she found herself in a long, dark hallway, full of similar doors in a grid. She was either in a dungeon or a very old jail. She turned to the door from which the screams were continuing. She looked through a small, barred window. Victor was indeed there. He was stalking low to the ground on all fours around an aged man, who was lying upon the floor, clutching his side.
The man was speaking in a coarse, almost strangled whisper. "Please," he gasped, "you can't do this. Not to your own father." Victor's only reply came in the form of a menacing chuckle, and Ororo was sure this display was about to take an ugly turn.
"I know I was wrong all those years ago," the man tried once more. "I should have loved you more and shown more compassion. I was a very confused man. I only meant to-" But he was cut off by a loud roar from Sabretooth. The mammoth leapt forward, taking hold of his father's torso, and scraped at his stomach and chest repeatedly, tearing open his skin with every slash, so that his chest wall and intestines became visible.
Revolted, Ororo ran away, toward the end of the long hallway. When she reached a dead end, she searched for another door, but found none. She ran back, the other way, the screams becoming more and more shrill, until she became so tired, she had to resume her search at a walk. A few steps from the end, she felt the unmistakable breathing of some sort of animal. She stopped, trying to judge if it had felt her presence, and was answered by an ominous growl just behind her ear.
She ran to the end of the corridor, where she groped the wall in the darkness of a door. The animal seemed to be watching her, enjoying her seemingly meaningless panic. Finally finding the door, she swung it wide open and leaped outside, turning shortly to get a look the beast before she shut it. To her surprise, she saw not a beast, but the long, swaying coat of a person, who had turned back to the darkness the minute she had let in the light.
Outside the dungeon, Ororo stood in a dense forest of thick trees. She wandered for miles until she came to a small clearing, upon which a quaint log cabin stood. She decided to go in for a drink, as her throat was becoming quite parched, and pondered whether or not one could get nutrition from within someone's psyche. She half-heartedly stepped through the door.
But, just as she walked through the door, she wished she hadn't. Victor was at the opposite side of the room, holding an Indian woman up against the wall by the neck. Recognizing the woman immediately, she tried to step outside once more. She knew this scene all too well. However, she turned the knob in vain, as it was locked from the outside. Not wanting to be found when Victor was done with the legendary Silver Fox, she hid in a cupboard beneath the sink.
As she listened to Fox's gags and shouts of agony, as well as Victor's low grunts of satisfaction, she was glad she couldn't see his evil work.
Ororo opened her eyes to find herself lying upon a cold, stone floor, surrounded by utter darkness. She heard a scream that pitched up through her spine and made her neck ache. It came from her right. She ran to the wall beside her, putting her ear against the crisp brick, and she heard a low growl as clearly as if a wolf were snarling right before her nose. She knew from experience that box-office thriller sounds were a dead give-away to the whereabouts of Victor Creed.
She felt her way around the room, looking for a door of any sort. She eventually found one, with a very convenient, old-fashioned lock, complete with a large keyhole, and as she picked the lock, she wondered to herself exactly how old the door was. It opened with a creak, and she found herself in a long, dark hallway, full of similar doors in a grid. She was either in a dungeon or a very old jail. She turned to the door from which the screams were continuing. She looked through a small, barred window. Victor was indeed there. He was stalking low to the ground on all fours around an aged man, who was lying upon the floor, clutching his side.
The man was speaking in a coarse, almost strangled whisper. "Please," he gasped, "you can't do this. Not to your own father." Victor's only reply came in the form of a menacing chuckle, and Ororo was sure this display was about to take an ugly turn.
"I know I was wrong all those years ago," the man tried once more. "I should have loved you more and shown more compassion. I was a very confused man. I only meant to-" But he was cut off by a loud roar from Sabretooth. The mammoth leapt forward, taking hold of his father's torso, and scraped at his stomach and chest repeatedly, tearing open his skin with every slash, so that his chest wall and intestines became visible.
Revolted, Ororo ran away, toward the end of the long hallway. When she reached a dead end, she searched for another door, but found none. She ran back, the other way, the screams becoming more and more shrill, until she became so tired, she had to resume her search at a walk. A few steps from the end, she felt the unmistakable breathing of some sort of animal. She stopped, trying to judge if it had felt her presence, and was answered by an ominous growl just behind her ear.
She ran to the end of the corridor, where she groped the wall in the darkness of a door. The animal seemed to be watching her, enjoying her seemingly meaningless panic. Finally finding the door, she swung it wide open and leaped outside, turning shortly to get a look the beast before she shut it. To her surprise, she saw not a beast, but the long, swaying coat of a person, who had turned back to the darkness the minute she had let in the light.
Outside the dungeon, Ororo stood in a dense forest of thick trees. She wandered for miles until she came to a small clearing, upon which a quaint log cabin stood. She decided to go in for a drink, as her throat was becoming quite parched, and pondered whether or not one could get nutrition from within someone's psyche. She half-heartedly stepped through the door.
But, just as she walked through the door, she wished she hadn't. Victor was at the opposite side of the room, holding an Indian woman up against the wall by the neck. Recognizing the woman immediately, she tried to step outside once more. She knew this scene all too well. However, she turned the knob in vain, as it was locked from the outside. Not wanting to be found when Victor was done with the legendary Silver Fox, she hid in a cupboard beneath the sink.
As she listened to Fox's gags and shouts of agony, as well as Victor's low grunts of satisfaction, she was glad she couldn't see his evil work.