Xander shifted in the cold air as mist swirled and billowed in the cave, he knew he was close. Looking up, he watched as the huge form slowly walk out of the gathering mist.
"So, this is how it ends?" Xander asked as he shifted his weight inside the trench coat. "We don't have to do this," He pleaded as Sabertooth took another step towards him.
"I'm not going to stop." Sabertooth growled as his son moved to block him from his objective.
"I can't let you pass." Xander said as the thoughts of what he was protecting filled his mind.
Nodding, Sabertooth recognized the determination in his son's voice. "Then I guess we will have to do this." He said sadly before flexing his hands to extend the obsidian black claws.
Victor Creed watched his son prepare for battle as the raging animal inside demanded he 'punish' the cub for challenging him. Forcing that part down, the more rational side of his mind warned him that even though Alexander was younger, the boy would not hold back in this fight. "Hey Kid."
Xander looked into his father's eyes and managed to catch a glimpse of Victor Creed through the rage haze of Sabertooth.
"No matter how this ends, I'm proud of you."
"Thanks Dad." Xander said as the rage in his father's eyes forced the last shreds of Victor Creed away. "I wish it could have been different." He whispered to the enraged Mutant.
The last thoughts of Victor Creed echoed through the mental landscape as Sabertooth lunged at his last blood relative. /So do I./
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"Alexander."
Xander jerked awake as he franticly looked around for an attack before focusing on the blue face above him.
"Mom, sorry had a nightmare." Xander admitted at the concerned look of his mother.
"Not the one with the Nazi Clown Spiders crawling over your face?" She asked in concern as she remembered him waking up screaming after that particular dream.
Shuddering at the memory, Xander shook his head as he forced away the last of the dream. "No thank god, this was just your average, run of the mill nightmare." He said before looking around at the others in the odd jet they were traveling in. "I'm guessing we're almost there."
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Dominic resisted the urge to strangle his partner as John complained about the same things in a near endless loop.
Why were they here? Why did they have to be here? When could they go back to the Hotel? What was so important that they had to watch over these two girls? And last but not least, Who was this Xander guy that Magneto, Mystique and Sabertooth would all agree that they should be here?
He knew John didn't really want the answer to these questions, he knew it because he had in fact answered every single one of them several times in the past week. Finally turning to his co-mutant he resisted the urge to smack him again before coming up with a plausible way to keep him quiet for a while.
"John man, listen it could be worse, we could be in Texas watching that fat slob 'The Blob' instead of in Sunny California watching two hot girls get hot, sweaty and all out of breath, now are you going to shut up and watch or am I going to recommend to Magnus that you would rather be in Texas?" the mutant known as Avalanche asked and smiled at Pyro's answer.
"Well it's nice to know we're hot, right Willow?"
Dominic stifled a groan at the feminine voice behind him before turning around with a smile.
"Ladies… how much of that did you happen to overhear?"
