Into the Woods

by Rosmund Chadwick

After the fall of the Brotherhood, with Jean and Cyclops dead, Victor Creed makes a deal with Charles Xavier to stay in some woods and not harm anyone to keep his freedom, but when a young hiker strays in his woods and he finds its his mate...well, you'll have to read to find out.

84. A Hunt Postponed

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR

Hunting For Bobby Part 2

2/3/2014

AN: Short, I know, but bear with me people. I should have another chapter up this same day or tonight. Love the reviews by the way! (beams)

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VICTOR CREED / SABRETOOTH

The Ice-brats cub scent may have disappeared (and for the life of him, Victor STILL couldn't hash out how that could have happened in his mind) but 'the Sabretooth' had other senses in his arsenal; his vision, his hearing, and years and years of experience in tracking down prey. Add all this to his animal attributes and you had one of the most deadliest hunters on the earth (maybe the most deadly of all).

Finding his sense of smell failing him, Victor turned to his eyes.

Every forest, every wood, had stories to tell.

Every prey left a trail.

He looked for footprints on the pine-covered ground, broken branches and twigs, things that could provide information on where his prey was going, maybe hair caught on a branch.

There were indents on the pine-floor of footprints, the appropriate size for a male of sixteen years and he immediately set to following those. The only problem was they eventually lead to a paved road. It was obvious that the ice-brat had taken the road and without his sense of smell to guide him, Victor had no idea which way he had gone. There was a fifty-fifty chance he could pick the right direction, but if he picked the wrong one it would be a dangerous waste of time and effort.

Uncaring of who heard him, the Sabretooth lifted his chin and let out an enraged roar to the heavens…..and hopefully to the ear of his prey who would very soon learn how stupid it was to mess with a Sabretooth and it's pack.

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BOBBY / ICE-MAN

Bobby DEFINITELY heard the roar.

It was kind of hard not to, even though he was already well down the road.

The sound made him shiver instinctively; it made him want to crawl into a hole and hide. Still, his tutor had hidden his scent, that meant the brute couldn't track him. Right?

Bobby kept running.

Mandatory danger-room sessions had kept his body in peak condition and he was able to keep up a fast, steady pace, his pack bumping against his back rhythmically.

His tutors meeting place was at the café near Hydes park. Bobby had originally questioned his mentors judgment on meeting at an occupied place but 'Tutor' had said that it was harder to be overheard.

Bobby kept running

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VICTOR CREED / SABRETOOTH

Anger….the dangerous, bleeding, red and black kind. The kind that churned in your gut and made you want to attack, to pounce, to pound, to rip and tear and rend. The kind that urged a hunt that ended in blood…..this was the kind of anger Victor Creed was feeling….and he knew he had to curb it.

Now, normally when the Sabretooth experienced this kind of rage, he went on a killing spree. Unfortunately, that was no longer an option. Claws extended, Victor turned and began to run towards the mansion on all fours, pure predatory grace in movement, deadly and exact.

He would meet up with Jimmy, pound his little brothers head in for not finishing his list, then check on his mate and cub. Then he would hash out a plan.

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CITATIONS:

WikiHow. (n.d.). How to track animals. Retrieved from Track-Animals