All cats are gray in the dark
by ladymaja
Summary: Kitty (22 yo) is spending her summer vacation in Canada at Logan's cottage when suddenly she gets attacked and captured. In order to escape she's gonna need to take a helping hand from a killer.
Chapter Nine: Same ears
Victor's driving the car now. The Kitten's sitting next to him with her arms crossed, she's in the pouts.
"Oh come on, Kitten! You almost killed us twice in less than 5 minutes."
"I knew what I was doing. And besides, we weren't really in danger! I can phase and you can heal in no time!"
"Yeah, I could heal, but that doesn't mean I enjoy getting injured!"
Kitty rolls her eyes and groans irritated, what reminds Victor of a hissing angry cat. That makes him chuckle.
That chuckle catches Kitty's attention. It's deep and growly just like. . . LOGAN'S!
All the little things about him she didn't know where to put suddenly start to make sense. Before she could stop herself, she turns to him and asks:
"Are you and Logan related?"
The question gives Victor a jump. His foot slips off the pedal and the car dies in the middle of the street. He looks at her in a shock. He opens his mouth but he can only gawp. That goes on for almost a whole minute before he finally pipes up something. And that something is a weak: "What?"
They're looking at each other for awhile. Kitty has an inquiring look on her face, while Victor's rather stricken and shocked. She realizes he won't be able to say more so she decides to explain her whole train of thought to him.
"Your grunt, your chuckle I mean, it's like Logan's. I mean exactly like Logan's! I've noticed it before I just didn't know where to put it until now." he still has the same expression on his face so she goes on.
"So I thought about it. You two have the same healing powers and you both are kind of feral types. And you're both older than you look like, you both have fought in wars, the same wars, I'd even bet the same battles. You speak the same way, you move the same way, even your attitudes are common. Not to mention your ears look exactly like his. " He finally shows some reaction, he hides his ear with his hand, but still can say anything. He's still shocked so she goes on.
"So I thought two men from the same age, with the same powers. . . and the same ears. . . There has to be some connection. You are relatives! I'd guess you're brothers. The conflict between you two. . . it's like brotherly feud. You meet every once in a while and you fight. But none of you actually gets hurt, well you do, but nothing your healing powers couldn't handle. You've been fighting each other for so many years and yet you're both alive. You never really wanted to kill him, did you? Cause he's your brother! Logan doesn't remember! But you do! Everytime you look him up, you're actually checking up on him! You just want to know if he's okay. And you don't tell him because. . ." she thinks about it for a second then she continues.
". . . You're mad at him for some reason!" and with that she's done.
Victor's starring at her. She's right. She's got it all right. For all those years, for all those decades he kept this secret. No one, not a goddamn telepath, not even Xavier could get this information out of his head. No one, not a psychologist, not any of their enemies managed to patch the fragments of this secret.
And then comes this girl with that innocent look on her face. And after spending only two days with him, she just puts the pieces together and states that he and Jimmy are brothers.
He doesn't really know how to handle this. He takes his eyes off of her, not without difficulty, and starts the car.
She's looking at him gently while he drives. That was a sensitive spot. Of course. Sabertooth is Wolverine's brother. She can't believe it. She wasn't even sure she got it right. She just said what she was thinking. But his silence proved her right.
His face is expressionless. He's just starring at the road. But she can see it that he's upset and worried and. . . kind of sad.
"I'm not gonna tell him." she says gently. He looks at her surprised. She smiles at him warmly.
"It's family business, I'm not gonna meddle in it. Don't worry, Victor."
Victor looks at her. She's so. . . she's just so. . . He can't help but smile back at her.
That's a fond moment but it doesn't last much longer. Suddenly his expression changes and he stops the car.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
"Shhh, listen!" he says and she does as he tells her to. There's a growing roaring noise.
"A helicopter!" he screams. He gets out of the car, so does she and they start to run into the woods. After a minute he stops and sniffs into the air.
"What is it?" she asks.
"We're surrounded!" he says and suddenly hunters appear in front of them. They turn around and run, but after a few steps a few more of them rise to view there too.
Victor grabs her arms and tries to pull her closer but they shoot between them to apart them. The helicopter's noise is really loud now. It must be really close. They shoot at them again. Kitty phases and Victor jumps up to a tree. They shoot after him. He's not fast enough this time. The bullets hit him and he falls off the tree. They run towards him with handcuffs and injection shots.
Kitty runs to him and fights those who try to near him while he regenerates his wounds. But there are too many of them. He looks at her. She's kicking the gun out of a hunters' hand. Another one's behind her. She turns around and punches him. She doesn't notice that the other guy whose gun she just kicked pulls a knife. Victor's eyes widen.
"KITTY!" he screams.
She turns around but she's not fast enough. The knife's in the middle of her chest.
Victor's starring at her, he's not sure if she managed to phase in time. Then blood starts to stream down her body. She didn't make it.
She fells on the ground. Victor growls angrily, so loud and vicious that all the hunters get terrified. He's angry, he wants to massacre all of them! He wants to rip out Striker's heart!
He stands up and he's ready to attack when somebody stabs him in his back. He feels dizzy and numb and he collapses. The last thing he sees is her, with that huge knife in her heart. Her eyes are open, but she's not blinking. She's not breathing either. She's dead. And he can't help her. He feels something warm streaming of his face. He's not sure if it's blood or tears. Could be both. Then everything turns black.