"So what," he retorted, "it ain't like you can do anything to me." He unsheathed his claws ready to leave the cabin and go on with his life.
"Oh really," Jubilee said in a quiet tone, but he picked up a slyness to it.
Suddenly his vision darkened and his senses fluctuated. He felt a warmth in his core that he never felt before; yet, he couldn't smell or taste anything. Creed struggled to get out of this situation, but to no avail. His vision started to come back and focus upon something.
* * *
He saw a vision of his enemy, Logan, he growled in anticipation, yet his enemy didn't do the same. Logan smiled at him.
Confused, Sabretooth tried to move but couldn't. Logan came over to him and put his arms around him, "It's all right darlin', everything's going to be okay," Sabretooth heard crying -- but not his own. He looked down and saw this wasn't his body, but....
* * *
He awoke, thunder boomed outside. How long was he out? He groggily got up as lightning flashed into the room. He really needed to piss and he didn't bother to turn on the lights. After he was done, he licked his dry lips. Maybe the whole thing with the frail was a dream, he reasoned as he walked past the mirror. Lightning flashed again...then he saw it.
"How'd you like the look furball, who'd a thought you'd look so nice in pink," The familiar voice taunted, he looked at that direction slowly -- a small Asian face was next to his, smiling. Losing his cool he destroyed the mirror as he ripped some things out of his hair.
Pink bows flittered to the ground like butterflies migrating south.