The walls dripped blood...
Sabretooth paced, growling, his rage filling him with a powerful urge for mayhem. His mind barely held to the need for waiting. He paced and growled and wondered again why he was still here, his mind fuzzy, and his memory blurry.
The walls dripped blood...
There was a creak as the door opened and a shriek quickly cut off as Sabretooth spun and launched himself at the unexpecting woman who had appeared in the door. Sabretooth's claws took one, two, three swipes and then it was done, her partedlips frozen forever in surprise, and there was more blood...
The walls dripped blood...
Sabretooth paced and his eyes caught on a small backpack laying on the floor, his sight slowly traced the badge blazoned on the pack's side with a stylized M, and he knew it was a radio, and he remembered the deal and the negotiations. He remembered the idea, and the hope, and the plan for redemption and purpose. It was so hard to think somedays and the smell of grass fresh cut and spring flowers made him desperately want out to run and howl and tear and kill, but...he kept waiting and pacing across spilled blood, and the broken glass or a drink lost forever, it's ice cubes long melted...
His mind filled with images of the carnage he had created so wantonly for the benefit of having a secure base for that few important moments of time necessary for the call back. The special radio seemed almost to glow to his sight as he dreamed of what would happen when all was right again. When his master once more called him good and powerful. His mind now recalled the screaming and the running of this prey as he stalked and killed it, and in his mind he had imagined it as those he hated those who had taken away his power and place. His lips curled back from his sharp teeth, remembering the running. One of the children had unexpectedly shown talent, a mutant ability to run fast... not fully developed yet and thus overcomeable,. but enjoyable nonetheless. he had enjoyed the screaming and whining and running... the hunt...
The walls dripped blood...
But none had escaped and Sabretooth had returned to this room to carve them up, and wait... and wait he did, until...
the pack beep-rang, and Sabretooth snatched it up, barking gruffly into the radio--
"Well??!"
"All is accepted, the plan is in motion. "
"Good, the money is already in transit to you"
Sabretooth broke the set and hurled it away, his rage and joy mixing and rising as he roared . Nothing stood between him and victory now. With Cyclops wounded or dead , the hated X-men would not survive!!!
The walls dripped blood...
They thought him weak. They thought they could reject and forget about him... they thought him unimportant... and they had made the mistake of turning their backs...but after today noone would forget him...
Sabretooth threw back his head and laughed and ran out into the bright morning
The walls dripped blood...
Sabretooth paced, growling, his rage filling him with a powerful urge for mayhem. His mind barely held to the need for waiting. He paced and growled and wondered again why he was still here, his mind fuzzy, and his memory blurry.
The walls dripped blood...
There was a creak as the door opened and a shriek quickly cut off as Sabretooth spun and launched himself at the unexpecting woman who had appeared in the door. Sabretooth's claws took one, two, three swipes and then it was done, her partedlips frozen forever in surprise, and there was more blood...
The walls dripped blood...
Sabretooth paced and his eyes caught on a small backpack laying on the floor, his sight slowly traced the badge blazoned on the pack's side with a stylized M, and he knew it was a radio, and he remembered the deal and the negotiations. He remembered the idea, and the hope, and the plan for redemption and purpose. It was so hard to think somedays and the smell of grass fresh cut and spring flowers made him desperately want out to run and howl and tear and kill, but...he kept waiting and pacing across spilled blood, and the broken glass or a drink lost forever, it's ice cubes long melted...
His mind filled with images of the carnage he had created so wantonly for the benefit of having a secure base for that few important moments of time necessary for the call back. The special radio seemed almost to glow to his sight as he dreamed of what would happen when all was right again. When his master once more called him good and powerful. His mind now recalled the screaming and the running of this prey as he stalked and killed it, and in his mind he had imagined it as those he hated those who had taken away his power and place. His lips curled back from his sharp teeth, remembering the running. One of the children had unexpectedly shown talent, a mutant ability to run fast... not fully developed yet and thus overcomeable,. but enjoyable nonetheless. he had enjoyed the screaming and whining and running... the hunt...
The walls dripped blood...
But none had escaped and Sabretooth had returned to this room to carve them up, and wait... and wait he did, until...
the pack beep-rang, and Sabretooth snatched it up, barking gruffly into the radio--
"Well??!"
"All is accepted, the plan is in motion. "
"Good, the money is already in transit to you"
Sabretooth broke the set and hurled it away, his rage and joy mixing and rising as he roared . Nothing stood between him and victory now. With Cyclops wounded or dead , the hated X-men would not survive!!!
The walls dripped blood...
They thought him weak. They thought they could reject and forget about him... they thought him unimportant... and they had made the mistake of turning their backs...but after today noone would forget him...
Sabretooth threw back his head and laughed and ran out into the bright morning
The walls dripped blood...