From the mouths of Beasts.

Mutant,

Beast,

Animal,

That's what I am to humans

Horrifyingly strong,

Ugly,

Furry,

I am an outcast,

Humans don't like me.

Mutants don't like me.

That's something I don't care about though.

Why should I?

I'm big

I'm strong,

I'm powerful

Nothing can't get to me.

Nothing affects me,

Words,

Stones,

Bullets,

Adamantinum claws,

They don't bother me,

Guns,

Tanks,

Airplanes,

Armed forces.

Not even trucks stop me.

Scientists bother me,

They use drugs,

They control.

I will not be controlled,

I have no remorse,

No feelings,

I kill without thought,

I attack without fear of consequences.

I hear crying…

Ahhh… the sweet sound of a woman crying,

What could be more satisfying?

Except screaming?

Not even my walk along the rooftops,

Is as satisfying as listening to a woman scream,

Hand around her throat,

Blood running from her neck,

Think I'll take a closer look.

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"Mommy what is that?"

"What's what?"

"The monster that jumped across the buildings?"

"What monster?"

"That one…"

"James, stop playing game's"

"But I'm not mommy, I saw it. I did"

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Hmmm…

Through that window.

There she is,

Lots of blood,

A man in black,

He reeks of evil,

Knife in hand,

The window is open,

Why won't she scream?

People on the street would hear,

Maybe she doesn't want to be rescued.

Ringing phone,

Futile,

Humans are truly stupid,

It's easy to see he wont let her near it,

Still she tries.

Humans make me wonder,

If I am such a monster,

What would they call this man?

His eyes are dark,

Nearly black,

And he cares not,

Cruel laughing from the window,

Drifting on the air with the scent of blood.

Mmmm… blood…

But no screams,

Hanging like that,

Maybe it hurts to scream.

I do wonder who it is.

Some poor whore who asked for too much,

For the man looks as if he is made of money,

Neat clothes,

Hand sewn,

Sweet smells from his cologne,

All mixing in the air,

Mixing in the scream-less air.

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"There he is again mommy"

"James, I told you, stop it."

"But look mommy, up there."

"James darling, that's a gargoyle, it's not a real monster."

"Why is it moving then mommy?"

"It's not moving James, they were made to look real and scare people."

"Oh, okay mommy."

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Talking,

Why talk when you torture someone,

It's cruel and mean,

I just hurt,

No point to talking,

It wastes time,

Time that can be used to make them scream.

Wait…

I know that face.

A scientist,

I hate scientists,

Poking,

Prodding,

Drugging,

Testing,

Pinching,

Hurting,

Making me crazy,

I should help the dark man,

The scientist would scream,

Bleed and scream,

Closer,

The scent of blood is stronger,

The room is dark with evil,

And despair,

Sobbing,

And a phone ringing.

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"No. Not until you beg scream, or do something amusing."

"Like what?"
"Die is that good for you?"

"You sick bastard."

"Yup I am, oh look, phones ringing,"

"Hey there, you've reached Chals office, I'm doing something else, please leave me a message and I'll catch you later... Beep "

"Chal, look its five thirty, I'm getting worried, I don't mean to be an alarmist, but where are you? I know I'm probably just being overprotective but two and a half hours? You're never out of the office this long, not on a Friday night. Chal, babe, angel, ring me, keep me sane huh? And I know you'll tease me when ya reach me, I'm too paranoid for my own good. Just afraid that I'll loose ya to some good-looking guy, like toad. Laughs so if ya get the chance, message me, ring me, email me, send up a sky writer, let me know your okay. I love ya chal, bye."

"Hey chal. Why don't you get the phone and call him?"

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Chalice,

The scientist,

Who escaped,

They hunted her,

Treated her like an animal,

And not she is caged again,

But I will not help her,

The man is know to me also,

There is nothing I will do.

Though she set me free,

Needles and pain,

Pain, and blood,

Her pain, in the air,

My pain left behind,

We aren't that different

Humans and I,

Darkness within,

I move away from the window,

Compassion destroyed,

Let the young hang,

The sobs are louder,

Sounds of a whip,

But not one scream.

She said that she'd scream for me.

No one ever did that,

Didn't treat me like a freak.

Called me Victor,

Not Saber Tooth,

I won't help here,

But I will help her.

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"WOLVERIENE"

"SABER TOOTH?"

"COME AND CATCH ME!!!!!!"

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That's your lot, what do you think? When did you figure out it was sabertooth? I think I kinda ruined the character but I have this plan, and this is the sick little side idea that spawned from it.

Wheeeeeee and my beautiful reviewers,

Shinigamiphoenix: again a beautiful review, yes you can poke some one gently with a cow prod. Ask Logan! Yes your allowed to be proud that I cried! This it what I call an outside view of the situation, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I liked writing it in the 20 minutes I had before lecture! Three stars for you!

DemonRogue13: thank you again, I'm glad you liked the story; I hope this meets your standard as well!