I'm back! Sort of. I more or less abandoned Superdenizen x in favor of writing competitions but recently had some free time and felt that my stories needed some attention. Blood of Reach has been indefinitely shelved due to a single major event: Halo Reach. I will eventually get around to rewriting that but no time soon. Anyway here is the next chapter of Superdenizen X. I don't own anything.

New York sewer system

They dug, dug, and dug, just going with the flow of gravity. Thousands of them doing the latest task that they had designated themselves with. Whatever they were, wherever they came from they only had one though now: DIG. In the shadows of the sewers though, another being grinned a giant shark-toothed grin, rubbing his hands together at a most sweet prospect of revenge.

Bayville High School

Lucas had managed to get to 3rd period without getting noticed. Unfortunately 3rd period was PE and classically it was dodge ball Tuesday. He was in class with Kitty and Jubilee but that was small comfort when they were on the other team.

"Hey, Strauslebrokor!"

Lucas turned just in time to catch a red rubber ball to the face.

"Look out!"

Josh Tindel and his crew broke out laughing as Lucas hit the floor.

"Still need to work on the reaction time gloves," Karl, one of the crew, jeered.

Lucas sighed; he had gotten the nickname gloves from his need to cover his entire body, including his hands. His shockwaves were produced from skin-to-skin contact so he, like Rouge, was forced to wear long sleeves and gloves all the time.

The coach walked in and the actual dodge ball started. As always the mutants let themselves get knocked out early to avoid accusations of cheating. Too bad that didn't keep people from taking potshots as well. Lucas nearly missed the ball as it slammed against the wall next to his head. He tracked the origin of the shot and saw that once more Josh was taking shots at him again. Josh had, for some reason, singled out Lucas as his mutant of choice for torment. Scott theorized that maybe it was because the other tough guys preferred to pick on the mutants that actually made the news or because they shared four classes. Whatever the reason it at least saved him the attention of the other bullies as they thought whatever meat Josh chewed on was sub-par for them. Josh was universally despised by all except his small clique of morons.

PE finally ended and Lucas managed to get changed and out of the locker room before he got targeted by Josh or someone else. The good news about this school was that mutants had been coming here so long that as long as you didn't attract attention to yourself most people were content to ignore you. Most being the key word there. At least he wasn't Scott, Kitty, Kurt, Jean, or any of the team members. They had been all over the news and therefore were instantly recognizable anywhere they went and not in a good way. The rest of the day went by without any incident and he raced to the parking lot hoping to beat Jamie to Scott's car.

Across the street

The man watched as Lucas Strauslebrokor rushed to a red convertible and drove off. He made a few notes on a pad and frowned. The boy had no strategic value in the giant game of invisible chess that surrounded the mutants, but tactically his powers were too strong to ignore, and too valuable to eliminate.

Concord, Massachusetts

Fiona wandered through the crowd of tourists and sightseers visiting the historic town. Finding a restaurant that wasn't already swamped she found a table and ordered a Texas-sized steak. She let her mind wander as she ate the large steak that real Texans would have found only largish. Her mother was dead and her brother was apparently one of these new "mutants" and attending a special academy in New York. She herself needed to get to Florida to pay a visit to an old friend after which she really had no plan. She mentally snorted, three years spent trying to get here and now she had nothing to do. She paid for the meal and wandered around one of the expansive greens that were preserved for tourists. Part of her wanted to see Lucas again but part of her knew that that could only bring him trouble. She had looked herself up and found out that she had been legally dead for twenty one months now. She looked down at the piece of paper the man in Boston had given her. It was the name of the now retired hit man that had killed her dad. She folded it back up and made a bee-line for her bike. Lucas didn't need her; he had more character than she could ever have. Victor Creed however could expect a visit from her very soon.

Tallahassee, Florida

Victor Creed, a.k.a. Sabertooth, sat in his alligator leather chair watching the news. Normally he didn't bother but something told him that things were shifting again like they had two years ago when Magneto decided to make his big reveal. Things had been fun for a little while after that, but thing had gone downhill ever since the Phoenix ordeal. He shivered in the memory of being incinerated by Jean Grey gone psycho. That was the closest he had ever come to actually dying and he did not want to repeat the experience, ever. He got up to get a beer but when he got to the fridge it was empty, completely. He followed the sounds of loud smacking to the dining room where an unwelcome sight greeted him. The Blob was busy eating all his food and his beer seemed to be distributed among the rest of the people there. He saw Pyro, Toad, Quicksilver, Juggernaut, Domino, Cable, Bishop, and about five other mutants he didn't recognize. He was about to sink his fist into Blobs fat face when a far too familiar voice interrupted him.

"Victor! Thank you for hosting our meeting"

Sabertooth turned to see none other than Magneto himself.

"What the hell are you and your lackeys doing in my house?" Sabertooth roared.

"If I do remember correctly, and I do, you work for me as well."

"Not anymore I don't. I'm through with you and the crap you keep pulling."

"Gone soft in your old age Victor, or are you simply scared of Logan?" the Master of Magnetism goaded.

Sabertooth shook with fury, "the runt and I'll settle our differences on our own time."

"Do relax Sabertooth I know you are not intimidated by your mini-me. It is Miss Grey that has you concerned, no?"

Sabertooth was beside himself, but the arrogant prick was right. "Why are you here?" he growled.

"Two reasons, I need you for a job, a single job. That and I really do need a place to have a meeting."

Sabertooth relaxed at the prospect of killing somebody, "Who do ya want dead?"

"Not killed Victor, at least not if it can be helped."

"Whataya mean?"

"I would like to recruit a few of Xavier's newer students. There is one in particular that concerns me."

Sabertooth just cocked his head quizzically. Magneto produced a small holo-pad and turned it on revealing some kid around the age of 15 or 16.

"His name is Lucas Strauslebrokor. He joined Xavier's school relatively recently and might be a problem when we move to secure a more… lucrative prospect."

Sabertooth snorted, "How can this punk be a problem, he doesn't look old enough to wipe his own ass."

Magneto smiled humorlessly, "He can produce sonic concussions with skin to skin contact," Magneto explained, "normally not a problem except that in addition to the concussive blast his wave can disrupts electronic, magnetic, and telepathic frequencies."

Realization dawned on Creed and he started laughing, "You want me to kill this kid because he can kick yer ass just by snapping!"

"Not kill Victor," Magneto chided, "I also said he could jam telepathic frequencies, something that would be immensely valuable should we ever need to subdue the Phoenix again."

Sabertooth stopped laughing but his grin grew to even larger proportions, "I'll do it with one condition."

"And what is that?"

"When you do plan on using him, I want to be there to gut the bitch myself."

Magneto shook his head, "You may come to watch her fall, but I'm afraid she is the lucrative prospect I mentioned earlier."

The smile disappeared, but then reappeared somewhat diminished. "If, by some far out chance, you can make her help you, I want you to use her to scorch every single freaking cell off of the runt's tin skeleton."

"Consider it done."

Outside Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters

Sabertooth sat on the park bench watching the gate to the compound. He had been in town for nearly a week now and he could find no time when the kid was alone or vulnerable. He always seemed to be with at least one other x-man and while he didn't consider many of them even remotely a challenge he wanted to pull a silent grab-and-bag. The one time that might work was during school: he had his fifth period in a class with no other mutants. He just needed a chance. He continued to watch traffic wary of Wolverine. Logan had been his only worry during the steak-outs because of his sense of smell, but thankfully the runt was apparently busy elsewhere. He remembered a time when he was trying to kill Logan a few years ago, the runt had found a place to hide that Victor couldn't get to, then one day some chick came through the woods calling for Logan. When the runt left his safe spot to go warn her Creed had drilled him. Thinking on this he had an epiphany and all but ran to get ready.

Bayville High School the next day, 5th period

Lucas was busy writing an English essay when the teacher called him telling him he was wanted in the office. Befuddled he obeyed and headed down the hall.

Sabertooth couldn't believe how easy that was. All he had had to do was make a call to say that he was from the x-school and was on his was to pick up Lucas. Now the kid was walking down the abandoned hallway all by himself. Creed drew a gun from under his coat and took aim.

Lucas briefly realized something was wrong when he felt something sharp hit him in the back, but only briefly. Then the world went black.

Albert, Georgia

Fiona looked at her wallet and mentally cursed, she was out of money. Fuel wasn't a problem as the hover bike ran on a rechargeable, nuclear battery (which was safer than it sounded), it was food. She only ate two meals a day but even then the massive helpings she ate had rapidly drained her wallet. She grunted and took off down the highway, the trip had been a redundant eat, sleep, and drive for days now but her target was near. If the address she had was correct she would reach the little estate Creed had set up for himself before the day was up. Then it would be time for a little after-hours recon.

Tallahassee, Florida

Sabertooth rubbed his still-healing face as he impatiently waited for Magneto to show. At first he had been irked when the vaunted master of magnetism had refused to meet at his house forcing a detour from going home. That was until the kid woke up and proceeded to shatter his face with a sonic boom. He had of course kept the kid tranked but the little brat somehow seemed to overcome the sedatives again and again and would proceed to cannon him with his one-man artillery show. Lucas was currently tranked (eighth time, he was counting) and tied up on a table sitting in the middle of the musty room in the run-down old warehouse they were meeting in.

"I see you've had some trouble," Magneto appeared behind him.

"You could say that," Sabertooth growled angrily, "you didn't say he was resistant to drugs."

"I didn't know but appreciate the warning," Magneto said waving Pyro over.

Pyro handed a briefcase to Sabertooth and then picked up Lucas. Sabertooth stopped him while he checked the contents of the briefcase. Inside was the agreed upon amount of money and Creed let Pyro leave.

"Have fun I'm outta here."

"I thought you wished to come along and watch the show."

Victor gave the man a humorless grin, "I think I've seen enough of the fireworks to know how this is going to go down."

Victor Creed's mansion, Florida everglades

Creed unlocked his door and dropped his travel bag in the atrium. He bee-lined to the fridge and looked to see what was there. It looked like someone, definitely not Blob, had been courteous enough to at least haphazardly restock. He made a sandwich and headed for the TV and his easy chair when he smelled something wrong, he thought all the smells of people were from Magneto and party but one of the scents was too recent to be one of them. Still eating the sandwich he walked around trying to identify where the scent was coming from. He heard the soft rush of wind just in time to spin around with his arms in a defensive position. The katana that his attacker had been planning to send through his head instead went through arm. He roared and grabbed his assailant and tossed them across the room. He then ripped the sword out of his arm and threw it away and charged his attacker. His opponent was a short, blue-haired, amber-eyed, girl somewhere in her early twenties.

She grabbed a vase from off of a desk and flung it at him. He easily batted it aside only to discover that it was a diversion from the kick that she delivered to his face a moment later. He spun around and grabbed the whole desk and tried to crush her with it. She rolled out of the way and picked up her fallen sword. He broke a long metal pole off of the desk and snapped it in half, and then he threw both of the impromptu darts at his antagonist missing on both accounts. Frustrated he changed tactics: when she came at him with her sword he let her through. The sword stung as it sank into his gut but his plan worked. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and the chick's neck, throwing the sword out of reach he plunged his claws into her abdomen and twisted. He pulled out her insides and plunged his hand in again this time grabbing her heart and squeezing until it popped.

Her struggles ceased and her body went limp, he tossed the cadaver aside and strode into the kitchen to wash his hands and arms off. He walked back into the living room with a big, black trash bag to sack the body in, but when he got there it was gone. He followed the blood trail which led to where he had tossed the sword and then to the window. He walked over to the window and looked out, where he was grabbed by the jaw and dragged out falling two stories and having the wind knocked out of him. He looked up to see the girl standing on top of him with her stomach still ripped open and most of her internal organs still absent from their proper places. He tried to get up but was instead dragged up by the girl who then tossed him like a rag doll into the swamp. He got up and swung his claws at her but missed as she jumped up, and never came back down. Looking up he couldn't find her until she lopped off his right arm with a scimitar. He had no clue when she'd switched weapons, but that hurt and now he was utterly pissed. He roared and punched her with his stump sending her flying. His hand was already starting to grow back, and so were her insides. He grunted in understanding and circled to the right hoping that she would circle as well. She didn't, instead she rushed at him bringing a broadsword in for a decapitation, when had she switched weapons?

He sacrificed his still recovering stump to deflect the attacked and clawed at her face. His hand came away bloody and he grinned viciously at his now blind opponent. She swung blindly missing him while he came under her arc the grab her right hand and twist. There was a grotesque cracking of bones as her wrist snapped and she dropped her sword. He picked up the sword and prepared to lop her head off the same way she had planned for him. As he made the swing though the sword lost weight, he looked over and saw the sword dissolve into a silver glob that then attacked him, wrapping itself around his head. The last though before the blackness claimed him was that, for once, he couldn't think of anybody he'd pissed off like her.

Well, there ya go. I hope to have the next chapter out before the summer ends but no promises. Any constructive critiques are welcome.