Sorry, I've been taking so long, but I've busy with family time and then laziness. But I have returned! xD

Anyway, Onward to the Second Installment!

Disclaimer: I own nothing…except this story!

Warning: This contains future slash, if you don't like, don't read, if you read anyway, don't flame me because I will dose you in kerosene and light your bigoted, pathetic excuse for a human being up like the church did to witches!

Temporary insanity aside, please enjoy.

"The most authentic thing about us is our capacity to create, to overcome, to endure, to transform, to love and to be greater than our suffering." -Ben Okri-

There was pain everywhere. It set his senses off like a bull in a rodeo. Every nerve and muscle twitched uncontrollably and there wasn't a thing he could do to stop it. Even breathing hurt. He swore he saw lights flashing before his eyes, but that wasn't possible because there was only one pink-why the heck did it have to be pink? Of all the colors they had to use pink!- light in his cell. He knew from when he first woke up, that his cell was only roughly seven to eight feet all around and he was grateful he wasn't claustrophobic and that he was in fact short-being 5'6" sucks when you're standing next to someone who's about six and a half feet tall though-there was a straw bed and a hole in the floor to expel waste. Of course, when he first saw this he couldn't help but wonder if he had been tossed into the Middle Ages. That idea had been tossed out the window when he noticed a glowing pink- again with the pink!- collar around Saber tooth's and his own necks. Then he meets the Master of the ship. How did he know he was on a ship in space? Because said lunatic told him so and went on about Sabertooth and him being his newest pets.

As he listened to the thing that looked like a bird with a mohawk-he still didn't know what he was- who demanded to be called Master- pft as if that was ever going to happen- he felt like he was chocking on air. He wasn't on Earth. He was trapped in a cage. His first thought was 'I'm going to die', but that was Peter thinking and he wasn't Peter. He still had his mask on, he was still Spiderman and Spiderman was masterless. He told his captor so, which resulted in Saber's and his current predicament, torture. Joy. Of course, Spiderman would not and could not be broken so he took in every breath as if it were his last because the chances of Spiderman dying because he refused to be someone's pet sounded like a very realistic possibility.

On the off chance he survived and if he ever got back to Earth, at least he knew he would be able to withstand whatever torture they had…or at least, he hoped he would, if he ever got caught. Of course, being caught was never an option because they could use his DNA, make multiple clones and take over the world…so yeah; this was the last time anyone was ever going to lock him up. If anything, being tortured by an obsessive power hungry War Lord was enough to raise his paranoia to a whole new level. And Daredevil said it wasn't possible-pft, yeah, alien dude sure proved you wrong D!-

He could honestly say, he didn't remember what they did to make him hurt so much. When he tried to remember, all he got were flashes here and there of some tentacle face looking alien laughing like a maniac-actually, it reminded me a lot of goby, wonder what he's doing right now?-but he did remember cursing said maniac out in German, so at least he knew he scored one over the crazy alien thing. But whenever he was brought back to his cell, he took the time to try and relax his muscles, get his body a chance to recover. When he did this he would also wait about another half hour before they put Saber back into his cage which was fortunately right across from him. Once the guards were gone, Spiderman began a long one sided conversation that lasted until the costumed hero grew tired and fell asleep. The web slinger knew that to an onlooker, the act seemed pointless, and was just a sure sign of insanity but to Spiderman; it was an act that kept him sane. He wasn't just talking nonstop; he was using Saber as a record, telling stories of his adventures and exploits, of his memories, so that he knew where he came from and who he came from.

Speaking about Saber made Spiderman wonder just what they were doing that made the feral stay so quiet. Whenever he asked the mutant a question he wouldn't get a response but didn't let that bother him, who would want to talk after being tortured?- me apparently- But he didn't let the lack of response bother him, he just answered his own question with his own made up answer. Spiderman assumed today was just another day and he couldn't be more wrong.

He was brought out of his musings by the sound of heavy footsteps, ones belonging to the only feral he knew on this ship. He stayed still and listened to the familiar routine that accompanied the act of putting Saber in his cell. He still found it amazing that said feral could stand, let alone walk, back to his cell. When he heard the guards, some strange scale like things wearing red armor, leave, he slowly turned his head to look at the mutant in his cell. He had his eyes closed, and Spiderman couldn't explain it but there was something different about the feral.

"Hey Saber, how's it going? Anything new? I mean something not so boring. Really, you'd think they'd come up with something different, if only to keep the boredom at bay."

No response, no surprise.

"Well, this sucks. I remember this one time I was really bored. But it was a weird day, no crime, no accidents, no megalomaniac out to destroy the world, now that I think about it; I think it, it had to be a Monday. Yeah, it had to be, everyone hates Mondays. Anyway, I was bored, like bored enough to do something stupid. And I did. I snuck over Torch-head's place, I made sure not to set the alarm off this time, and I switched all of Johnny's stuff with green color dye. He looked like a miniature version of the Hulk. Ended up chasing me for hours! I still don't know how he knew it was me. I mean I told him I was just passing by, so how does that make me guilty?"

No response, no surprise.

"Yeah know, I also played this prank on Logan. I figured the best way to get him was through his nose, so I covered everything he had, in fish. I even got his bike! Oh ho, he was pissed. I stayed as far away from him as I could for a whole week! Have you ever played a prank Saber? Not the crazy-power-hungry type pranks that Magneto likes to play but the small I'm-going-to-do-something-you don't-like-because-I-can type.

"Like there was this one time, I was out and I kept telling people my name was Arachnid, not Spiderman. Then I called other heroes by different names, some laughed like the Cap, always knew he had a sense of humor, but most of them weren't too happy with me. I especially annoyed the hell out of Daredevil, I kept calling him Devilman. "

No response, no surprise.

"Hey, speaking of names do you have one? I mean, of course you're called Saber tooth, but I mean before you knew you were a mutant. You had a name right? Like how the Human Torch is Johnny Storm. Well, that's a bad example, everybody knows who he is but people like Daredevil, Black Cat,and Moon Knight, all have a name behind the masks that they wear. For mutants, it's the same. There's Cyclops, Shadowcat, Nightcrawler and they all have names behind them. Why should you be any different? Unless you're Logan and you just can't remem-

"I remember."

Holy jalapeños! Spiderman blinked once and twice before, looking over at Saber to find the feral looking at him. He was actually awake, and talking! Was he hearing things?

"My name is Victor, Victor Creed."

For a long moment Spiderman just stared. Could it be? Was it possible to torture someone sane? How did someone respond to that? Spiderman had never considered the possibility that Saber might talk. He had honestly believed that his run in with Sinister had permanently ruined him. Yet, here he was calm, cool, and talking! But he really didn't know this part of him too well. He didn't know anything about a man named Victor Creed. Spiderman tried to tell himself that he shouldn't trust him now that he was aware but something was telling him that he should. Maybe it was his precognition ability coming into play. Either way he trusted his instincts to keep him alive and right now they demanded that he reach out, that he got to know Victor despite his time as Saber tooth. If that were the case, maybe, just maybe, it won't be so hard to get through this.

"Well I'll be damned! The name's Spiderman and let me be the first to say, welcome back Victor Creed!"

That's the end of that chapter...and for those of you who want to know, I am working on the other stories.

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