Whoa, when was the last time I updated this fic? Like three months ago? Man, I'm really sorry for all of you who really like this story. As I've said though, high school is really tough, and you have like no time for all of the fun stuff.
I can't really have a good updating schedule, but here's what I've got.
Ch. 7
"Look out!" Kurt grabbed Kitty and teleported, just as a gigantic fist smashed through a tree and denting the ground. They reappeared a short distance away, a small puff of smoke dancing away in the wind.
Kitty almost gagged at the site before them. The original Sabertooth had been ugly. And this . . . thing, that so resembled him, was downright unappealing.
Nearly three times the size of a man, the five-foot shoulders offset by an extremely tiny head, only slightly larger than that of a normal person's. Dirty blond fur with black stripes covered the entire body from head to toe. The only place when it couldn't be seen . . . was under its Speedo.
Kurt gagged. "Man. I thought LOGAN looked bad in those . . ."
Kitty quirked an eyebrow. "You actually HAVE seen him in one?"
A shrug.
The menacing thing turned, snarling with oversized fangs, several large drips of saliva dripping and flying in the wind that followed.
Kurt winced, waving a hand in front of his face. "Veesh! And I thought I had smelled the worst morning breath . . ."
"And what's THAT supposed to mean?" Kitty stood there indignantly, hands on her hips.
He didn't get a chance to answer, as one of the oversized fists almost as wide as Kurt's body dented the ground where he had just been standing.
The nightcrawler climbed the tree nimbly; evading the monster's slashes that were getting uncomfortably close.
The blood red eyes of the super-saber turned on Kitty, and another snarl escaped its lips. "Doesn't this guy, like, have anything GOOD to say! AH!" She jumped to the side as the overgrown behemoth's foot stomped the ground, cracking the ground with an ear-splitting crash.
Kurt teleported, grabbing Kitty by the wrist, and 'porting again before the six inch claws of the overgrown fuzzball could make mince meat out of them.
"Yipe!" Bamf! Smash!
"Ah!" Phase Crash!
Kurt and Kitty leapt from side to side, trying to avoid this huge idiot's blows. It was soon apparent that this…thing…didn't have much in the way of brains. It just kept going with the same old routine: roar, crash, roar, smash.
And, in response to that, Kurt and Kitty had no choice but to comply with a "bamf" or a phase. After all, there was very little that they could do.
Even if this thing was stupid, it was strong, and it had speed. Kurt and Kitty were far from tiring, but every time Kitty tried doing something . . . anything, it was already upon either her or Kurt.
Kurt bamfed behind the monster's head, giving an incredibly hard kick right to the monster's head.
"OW!" Kurt dropped to the ground, hopping on one foot and holding the other with his hands. The behemoth seemed to laugh, only to send a clawed hand slicing through the air.
When the dust cleared, it was apparent the attack had left the rivets in the ground where the blue fuzzball had been standing.
Kurt let out a small breath. This was TOUGH. An hour of fighting already, and this thing didn't even seem to be breaking a sweat. Kitty phased into the ground to avoid a horizontal attack, while simultaneously Kurt had to bamf again just to stay alive.
"Isn't there any way to beat this thing?" Kitty wondered. The eyes once again focusing on her. Sighing in exhaustion, she prepared to phase again, even if this was going to be the last time.
Kurt was showing signs of exhaustion also. Each jump was less of an acrobatic feat, just a slight hop to avoid getting squished. His breathing came in rasps, sweat causing his fur to cling to his body.
A cut had appeared over Kitty's left eye, another on Kurt's right wrist. More were appearing by the minute, and while right now nothing more than an inconvenience, they would eventually get infected.
Kurt let out another growl in frustration. Neither was going to last much longer, and this thing looked like it could go on forever. What the heck was this thing's weakness?
Kurt tripped and fell to the ground roughly. Spitting out a wad of forest-dirt, the only thing he could see was a gigantic tan fist barreling down on him. For a split second, he could see everything in slow motion.
The fur on the monster's hand.
The tears gathering in Kitty's eyes.
Her quivering lips, the pupils in her eyes widening in fear.
He smiled. He now knew what he had been sent on this world to do:
To love.
His eyes closed. He accepted his fate.
"Kurt!" Wait! He knew that voice . . .
A blue streak shot through the air, wind whistling about the huge form. There was a loud crack of bone on bone, and the gigantic hulk fell over, crashing into the ground with a titanic collision between dirt, rock, and flesh.
Hank cracked his knuckles. "Jeez . . ."
Seconds later Logan appeared, adamantium claws unsheathed. "Get back here you coward!" He exploded forward, light glinting off of his metal "fingers."
"Logan! Don't—"
Whack! Smash!
"Never mind . . ." Beast shook his head as Logan launched himself into the air, only to be sent cascading downwards into a dent in the earth.
The behemoth laughed, then abruptly sent another punch at them.
Beast cried in pain as he was sent reeling backwards, splintering a tree in half.
Kurt's yellow eyes widened, and he jumped into the nearby trees to dodge an incoming foot. Why had they come? Wasn't he just a monster to them?
Kitty dodged yet again, and for a brief moment their eyes connected.
Pain, fear, hope.
"Nice to see you again too, half pint," Logan said, slashing diagonally at the fist that came at him.
"Oh . . . heheh, hi Logan . . ." Kitty said quietly. Why had they done, followed her?
"What? I don't get a hello?" Kurt pouted, hanging from a tree by his tail.
"I don't really think this is the best time for—"
A roar echoed through the clearing for shattered trees, and another streak of tan torpedoed through the air, colliding with the behemoth with the impact of what looked like a freight train.
Logan rolled his eyes. "I'm just SURROUNDED by fuzzy guys, aren't I?"
"S . . . Sabertooth?" Kitty was bewildered. Why would anyone, much less HIM, help them?
The cat mutant smirked. "That's a hello. Truth is, this overly muscle-bound freak is a weak excuse of a being." His eyes opened, glowing slightly in a golden hue. "This time, Magneto has gone to far . . ."
Kurt snorted. "Oh, come on! That was SO from a movie!"
His comment was ignored, as four beastly mutants exploded towards their ugly target. To say it simply, violence ensued.
Logan's blades flashed, Beast's punches and kicks cracked bones, and Sabertooth .. . well, he did both.
Kurt and Kitty watched for a moment, watching. "I never thought . . ." the nightcrawler started.
"That you had friends that would die for you?" He turned, startled. "You still don't understand, but you will."
With renewed energy that she had never known before, she bolted forward, fists clenched, a scream escaping her throat with such volume that no one didn't hear her song.
A song of hope echoed through the forest.
Kurt stood up silently, seeing his beloved and some of those important to him fight. They were fighting for him. For HIM, the freak, the blue fuzz ball, the . . .
Monster.
Kitty ran full force forward into the melee, the huge cloned behemoth almost taken off his feet in surprise as she leapt forward with a speed and force to be reckoned with.
Suddenly, Kitty phased, leaping right at the creatures stomach. It almost yelped in surprise, and Kitty disappeared into its body.
Wolverine's eyebrow cocked. "What the heck is she—"
Suddenly, the beast coughed, a trickle of blood running down its lips. Sabertooth smiled. "Never would have thought of that, myself. Nice."
The giant's eyes rolled back into his head, and he toppled backwards, hitting the ground with the impact of a train wreck.
Kurt scrambled over to the carcass. "Keety! Keety! Vhere are you!" His pupil-less eyes scanned frantically over the fallen beast. Where? A hand rose through the bristly fur, covered in blood and grime.
Kitty coughed, spitting out something red. "I really, like, do NOT recommend that."
Beast picked himself up from his spot in the dirt. "Well that was an enthralling experience . . ."
Logan's eyes scanned the area. "Hey, where'd fuzzy go?"
"Which one?"
Both Beast and Nightcrawler sweatdropped at Kitty's statement, though said nothing.
"Old Sabertooth. I would have thought that he'd have at least tried to fight me or something . . ."
Kitty shrugged. "Who knows with that guy? He's probably just a little confused as to who to believe." Her eyes then turned to Kurt's. "Just like the rest of us."
Beast grinned at the nightcrawler's purple blush, then hit a button on his watch that had mysteriously appeared. "Charles, can you hear me?"
"Yes, quite clear. Have you found him?"
"Yes, yes. Can you send the X-Jet –"
The loud scream of jet engines answered his question. "Well . . . THAT was fast . . ."
Logan snorted.
Jean came down the stairs of the jet, smiling at everyone, but it immediately turned into a scowl of concern as she saw all of the cuts and bruises on everyone. Cyclops came down as well, letting out a low whistle of appreciation once he saw the dead behemoth.
"Wow. What happened here?"
"A German bonanza, what else?" Kurt said, dusting himself off.
Kitty smirked, and began stepping up the stairs, Jean forcing down her gag at the sudden onslaught of smell.
Beast stepped up the stairs as well, muttering something about the transmitional frequencies of radio watches . . . or something of that sort . . . Kurt lost it after the second sentence.
Logan took a deep breath of the fresh air as a breeze traveled through the clearing. He saw Kurt doing the same out of the corner of his eye, but there was also something else that caught his attention.
A smile.
It was so simple a thing, yet so complex at the same time. Kurt's eyes opened, and there was a glimmer of something . . . some emotion, that Logan couldn't quite put his finger on.
With a mad grin on his face, Kurt teleported inside the X-Jet with a loud "bamf," only for there to be a loud conversation as follows:
"KURT!"
"Voops, sorry."
"ARGH!"
Crash.
Logan sighed. Yep, fuzzy was DEFINITLY back.
END
Wow . . . that didn't end the way that I expected it to. And sorry to everyone who had to wait so darned LONG for this story to be updated, school's a bitch, you know?
Anyway, suggestions on this fic or others would be greatly appreciated!
Here are some possible votes for upcoming stories of mine:
1. I have two preexisting stories right now that have gotten pretty much NO reviews, "Clash of times" and "Dimension rift and other things". If you read the descriptions, it pretty much says it all.
2. Inuyasha story: Karan (one of the panther demon siblings in the anime series, specifically the one who can control fire) is assaulted by demon slayers and left for dead, but she is saved by a human monk. A love story, for once, when the demon is the female and the human is the male.
3. Another IY story idea: when Kagome is fed up with Kouga's constant flirting, she makes a deal with Ayame, resulting in another set of rosary beads. Oh, the woes of slapstick humor . . .
Anyway, your opinion counts, so PLEASE R&R!
And once again, sorry so much for taking . . . four months to update this story.
Dakyu