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Now let's find out where Victor and our little wolf have met before.
Flashback 30 years earlier
The stink was horrendous when he entered the little cell. He had to fight the urge to gag.
Blood, puke, piss and sweat was surrounding the place. But when he came closer… He smelled something else. Only faintly… Only just beneath the surface he smelled it.
Feral cub.
It moved, the little mutant chained to the wall. He could hear the heavy chains rattling as she shifted in her position.
Big massive chains around her neck and boney little arms. Not her feet though. She could move around the cell, perhaps 4 or 5 feet.
"Hello" she whispered musingly.
A little girl?
He crouched down to her level so he could see her eye to eye.
Victor narrowed his eyes "What's your name little girl?"
The girl looked up at him, removing the dirty strands of hair from her face.
"Amy, sir. What's yours?"
Charming.
That's what he thought when she asked his name in return.
"Victor"
She was still looking at him with her big blue eyes. Bright blue they were. The brightest he had ever seen.
"How old are you little wolf?"
She turned around, her fingers lingered over the carved area on the wall "I think…" she counted the carved spots slowly "I think I'm ten sir. Or almost"
He frowned. She carved the wall to keep track of time?! How long had she been in this disgusting place?
Well by the smell of it… too long.
"Are you here to play sir? Like the others?"
"No little girl. I'm not here to play. I'm here to kill you"
She inhaled sharply and let out a long and deep breath. She leaned back against the wall and took a seat.
"Finally" she sounded exhausted. "I'm too tired to play… Them in the white coats, they always come down to play games. But I don't understand them. I don't know the rules and they always grow back sir" she was speaking slowly, like she had no energy for words left. And he saw it now: her little teeth and tiny little feral claws.
"It's not my fault, truly it's not" she continued desperately "But I always lose the game. They win. Now I finally get to win. I'm so tired" she whispered, completely beaten down.
He only half understood what the fuck she was talking about. Obviously others would come down here and 'play' with her. Possibly the scientists. Her claws were bloodied and so was her mouth.
They pulled them out. The scientists. They removed her nails and teeth.
And now she was relieved, because she finally got to give up and just leave this world. Which was all she wanted.
It changed everything… He didn't know how or why… But his inner wolf was roaring in anger. It had to protect… had to take care. This girl was no prey. He would not finish her. Not this one. This one should be of his own pack.
He easily broke through the chains with one rip of his claws.
"Sir, no… what are you…"
"Getting you out of here" he hissed as he picked her scrappy little body up.
"But they… no don't ! They will hurt you!" she cried out.
Why the fuck would she care, she didn't even know him.
"Don't worry 'bout that little cub. Wasn't planning on sticking around this shit hole much longer" he murmured as he walked them through several abandoned hallways towards the emergency exit. She hold on tightly to his neck, clutching for a little bit of safety.
When they reached the door, he pushed through and all alarms went off. He put her on her feet and realized the disgusting little dress she was wearing was once white. She didn't have any shoes on her.
He quickly took off his shirt and wrapped it around her.
"Run" he had commanded her.
"Sir…"
"Run!" he barked at her.
She trembled a little "Mister Victor sir… My brother… My father put him in an iced cage, he has two different eyes…"
"I can't help your fucking brother! I don't know where the fuck he is! You should be thankful I let you go, now fucking run!"
"But..."
"Get the fuck out before I change my mind and kill you!"
And so she did. She had run as fast as her little feet could carry her. Through the woods without any idea where to run to.
But when night fell, she had been stupid enough to come back for her big brother.
And against all odds, he had helped her again even though he promised to kill her if she didn't get the fuck lost. He didn't know why, he just did, almost automatically. Instinctually.
She couldn't believe it was him… She couldn't believe she didn't remember instantly. He still looked exactly the same as back then. Even though the cell had been dark, they had perfect feral eye sight.
Victor remembered everything at the same time she did. Right after threatening to kill her. Which he had done so many years ago. And even then, he hadn't meant it. Just like this time.
She left quickly, running down the hallway, probably back to the lab to see if she could absorb some more damage from his brother.
"Get Stryker in here" he barked through the speakerphone.
One minute later the door to his office opened and in came Avalanche, dragging the old man along.
"Leave us" Victor commanded.
He narrowed his predatory eyes and studied the little man. God how he had aged over the years… it was not a pretty sight.
"Your own daughter" Victor mused.
Stryker froze in one spot, not completely understanding why he was here. He already knew Ylva was his daughter so…
"Your own daughter… un-fucking-believable. Even for you…"
Victor's nails drove into his palms as he clenched his fists in an attempt to keep control, an attempt not to kill this worthless human being. This inferior human being.
"Mister Creed…"
Victor roared and launched forward at the sound of Stryker's voice. He grabbed his collar with both hands and lifted him from the floor.
"YOUR OWN FUCKING DAUGHTER! YOU HAD YOUR OWN BLOOD, LOCKED UP IN A CAGE, PULLED OUT HER NAILS. HER TEETH! YOU SICK PIECE OF SHIT. THAT WAS YOUR DAUGHTER YOU SEND ME TO KILL ALL THOSE YEARS AGO"
He slammed his fist into Stryker's jaw and instantly the man spat out blood.
Victor let go of the little man at the sight of blood. He was no competition, not worth it and he still needed the bastard. For Jimmy's sake.
"What the hell's wrong with you Stryker?!" he raged as he strolled around the office "And sit your ass down!" he barked.
The colonel quickly did as he was told. Not up for another punch in the face. Possibly not surviving another either.
"You already know I'm the biggest mutant hater alive mister Creed. How does this change anything? Why do you care?" he asked bravely, wiping away some blood.
"Oh it changes everything… You see, soon…. very soon even, you are no longer needed"
Stryker's eyes widened in fear but he masked it quickly.
"I could just stop helping your brother right now. If you're going to kill me anyway. If you're not gonna let me go, then why should I work for you?"
Victor grinned wickedly at the old man.
"Because I can make it nice and quick or… I can make it last for weeks. So many mutants here who would give an arm for even a few minutes alone with you. Your choice old man"
Stryker swallowed hard but didn't say a thing. Victor stood in front of him, towering over him and dangerously looking into his eyes.
"Did you know she was covered in blood when I found her? The cell reeked of piss, puke, sweat. It was disgusting. Her nails were covered in blood, her mouth was covered in blood. Her own blood. YOUR own blood Stryker"
He studied the man in silence for a little while.
"Why was she locked up in there? And you better give me the full heads-up"
The ex-military swallowed hard before answering, looking Victor into the eyes, trying hard not to back down under his gaze.
Stryker grinded his teeth together as he remembered the night he'd locked her up as if it was only yesterday "It was… her task to keep Jason calm. To stop him when he went crazy. She was the only one who could do it. Around her the little bastard was calm and she was immune to his mind tricks. But one day… she failed. My wife, she couldn't take it anymore. Put a hammer drill to her head to drill out the images. The images Jason put in"
Victor scoffed. That was it? His wife died so he decided to go all anti-mutant-fanatic?
"So you iced up Jason and locked your daughter away from the world" Victor finished the story "Like a fucking dog"
"Yes. Until you went all soft and set her free…"
Before he even finished his sentence, Victor bashed him against his other jaw.
No one had ever accused him of being soft. He was a the Alpha wolf and he had followed his instincts. Fuck soft. Soft had nothing to do with his actions that night. She was of his pack. Or easily could've been. That's what his inner wolf had told him.
He grinned at Stryker's pathetic little form in his chair.
"You know something Stryker, that night, she came back. After I told her to run the fuck off. She came back to get her older brother. The one who killed their mother. Your mate. And just so you know: the person helping her that night... was me also"
"How sweet" Stryker muttered sarcastically under his breath.
Victor ignored his comment.
"But you know what's real fucking ironic about all of this?"
He raised his eyebrows and Stryker shook his head.
"You turned out to be such a mutant hating psycho, just because you lost your precious little wife. Well cry me a fucking river tough guy. Your daughter on the other hand… She turned out… pretty decent don't you agree? Even after all the shit you put her through. You know why that is?"
Stryker still didn't answer. He didn't feel this was a two-way-dialogue. And damn straight it wasn't.
Victor leaned over him dangerously, his voice dark and slow "Because we are superior to you in every way, little man"
AN: I hope you're all okay with this explanation and didn't expect anything too extravagant lol :-p