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~ScarlettGlascov

Hello every one, this is perhaps my 5th fanfiction. I am going to try my best in this story, but as stated above i am doing this all for my own entertainment. I develop characters for a long time before I actually decide to post a fanfic and I hope that you too, enjoy this story.

I am going to be using the movie X-men Origins: Wolverine as a base for my fiction. Dealing with the main characters, Sabretooth and Wolverine from that particular movie. I know it's not every one's favorite movie but it's one of my favorites. I love how Liev Schreiber portrayed Sabretooth and will do my best to write the character like the one portrayed.

As I stated above, please enjoy and leave a review to let me know how I'm doing! Although I do this for myself, feed back is always appreciated.

Feral mutants: Are a specific breed of mutant that takes on animalistic traits and habits. Some could be more hound like, or cat like. Every mutant in it's own, is unique. The same is said for these types of mutants. However, the thing that sets them apart from the others...is their basic primal instinct. And that is what most humans suppress. While these creatures, revel in their primal ways. Some can't hold back those basic animal instincts, and go more wild than they can handle. Even those that are born with these wild ways, need to be trained. They are animals...after all.

- Dr. Baxter Penn

Boarding the plane once again became a habit of Victor's. This time however, it was with out his brother, James. The pain still stung from his brother's betrayal. But he moved on. It was strange walking on alone. In every war, every battle, every fight...He had some one watching his back. Now he felt like his blind spot was his weak spot. He felt weaker than before. This feeling then fueled his need to grow stronger. Victor felt that if he himself were stronger, that he wouldn't need Jimmy. He wouldn't need some one to cover that blind spot anymore. He would be truly free.

Sitting down on the carrier of the plane he folded his hands, claws touching knuckles, and went to close his eyes. His peace and quiet didn't seem to last very long however. A familiar, yet annoying voice piped up in front of him "You know...We didn't need him anyway" Wade. Wilson.

"What?" Victor's gruff and low toned voice replied to the mutant before him.

"Oh? Now you suddenly care what we're talking about huh? Well for your information, puddy tat, I was talking about Logan..." Wade smiled over at the clawed man. He always seemed to have this tone in his voice. Sarcasm was his main game, but there was this smug demeanor in his voice that irked him. Or maybe it was his face he couldn't stand? Either way Victor was not a big fan of Wade Wilson, and his constant talking. A good factor of Logan leaving, was that there was almost nothing holding him back... almost.

"I know who you were talking about. Wade" Saying his name like a swear, and a slight smirk in his upper lip gave the feral mutant some kind of victory.

"Well, Victor" Same inflection in Wade's voice only seemed to make Victor more angry. His claws began to grow and extend past his knuckles. Wade, should have stopped there, but never the less he continued "I was talking about how your brother was a useless part of the team. I mean yeah he was strong, he couldn't die, and he had a good knowledge of past war events. But, we only need one guy like that...and we at the time had two. You and him. Now that he's gone I'm saying that we didn't need his triple bone-ers...but, now that I think of it. I would have preferred his less crazy cat lady demeanor to yours" He smiled and glanced down the grown claws on Victor's hands. Wade's swords were currently in his sheaths but there was gun strapped to his side that was easily accessible. If he had to, he could shoot him in the head and be done with it. Not necessarily forever, no it was not a permanent thing...just would knock the beast out for a bit before he had to deal with him again. He however, did not do this "Gonna scratch me big guy?"

"No" Victor had had enough of Wade's talking. He didn't know why he engaged in conversation to begin with. He should have known that it was going to end up in a useless fight again. The good thing for Victor is, if he was allowed to, he could kill Wade. There was virtually nothing holding him back "I'm gonna rip that damn pretty boy smirk off your face" He threatens and just as he was about to move an inch from his spot...the other voice reigning Victor in, spoke up.

"Victor, Wade, let's not fight... we have work to do boys" William Stryker warned with a soft tone but one of authority. He nodded to the both of them and Wade seemed to lean back. Acknowledging his commander's orders. Victor however took a second. Almost like he was staring Wade down. Trying to intimidate him and establish some kind of dominance. Keeping his eyes on his prey "Victorr..." Stryker warned again, which thankfully, this time he listened.

Victor leaned back in his seat finally. His eyes still did not move from Wade's line of vision. He wanted him to know, who truly was top dog around here. It wasn't until Stryker began talking again that his attention was turned to his boss.

"The loss of Logan did indeed take a toll on us all, but I can tell you this that we can move on without him. He chose to leave us, and we must move on from his decision. We must continue on with the mission" He then slipped out a manila folder with a tag on it that read 'Penn labs' "Dr. Penn is a scientist much like myself... he has already acquired a collection of mutants but a little bird has told us that he may have too many to handle on his own, so it's our job to take...some"

"What do you mean by 'some'?" Fred Dukes asked from the left of Stryker. He was perhaps bigger and stronger than Victor or Logan put together. With half a candy bar in his hand and a mouth full of said treat, he seemed harmless enough. But he was a two-sided coin.

"Well...Dr. Penn is doing his scientific work for a good cause. Currently he is trying to unfold the origins of certain mutant genes and with his help...we could...rescue some of these mutant subjects" Rescue. Although that was the word he used, Rescue was not the word he meant. Take. Collect. Borrow. Bargain. What William Stryker had in mind for these mutants that he was going to 'Rescue' from this lab, was not very pleasant as it was. He was on the verge of making the most perfect mutant weapon. While Dr. Penn was learning about these mutants in a peculiar way, Stryker was using them for his own gain, and the gain of the US government. Even his own team knew he wasn't telling the full truth, but they all tried not to think about it. "Bradley" Stryker turned to the smallest of the team, Chris Bradley. Who's mutant powers were to control electricity. He was in fact controlling the plane they were currently in as he had done many times before hand "When the landing spot comes up, take us down. The sooner we get these mutants home...the better"

The smaller man nodded to him and went back to focusing on the plane. Victor however turned away from the group of men. His eyes focused on the ground he kept to himself the majority of their time on the plane. When they landed he would be on the ground again...and the mission, the hunt, would begin.

. . .

The other side of this coin, was a girl named Beatrice Crow.
She was a feral mutant taken from her home to be experimented on. She had caused Baxter Penn trouble over the years. Years beyond what age she looked. She was like a caged animal. Pacing her cell for hours as she plotted her way out. This went on for days before she would try to escape and end up in the same spot again. She had face Dr. Penn over and over again, his therapy sessions, his watchful cameras on her animalistic behavior and habits, and his surgical experiments all to see what made this she-beast tick. It was this that made her hate him.

What was the worst torture of all, was that she was put into a cage, With no windows. She knew that there was beautiful forest just outside the labs. Set in plain sight. She knew this because every time a guard walked into the cell block, he would bring in the smells of the outdoors. Dirt still on his boots, fresh air and dew from the morning shift of the outside world stuck to his clothing. All he would have to do was walk past her and she would get a weak scent of this beautiful aroma off of him. It was painful. Nothing would please her more than to walk out of this place and take a deep breath of the fresh air. Instead of taking in the scents of stale air, mixed with sweat piss and other bodily fluids mixed from the other mutants around her. What was worse was that the body gave off certain scents when it felt emotions. For some reason she could smell these too. She could smell when another prisoner was scared or angry. It was a sour smell.

Though she spent years in this prison, she did not yet know how to control her mutant gifts. Often breaking things when she became upset or..melting them. If she were to spend the rest of her life in this hell hole, she never would learn either.

That day Beatrice was pacing her cage in a circle like she had done many times before hand. Clicking her short claws together that showed her constant irritation. Once in a while she would take a break from pacing and face the wall of her cage. Her back to the door and the other mutants. Something she could control was her sense of awareness. She stood there with her eyes closed and took in the many sounds and scents that flooded her senses.
Two cells down from hers on the same side was a mutant pissing into his bucket. The sharp scent hit her nose and she turned her head in the other direction. One cell behind her on the other side of the block was another mutant shifting in their bedding. She was smaller than her and thinner, making less noise than the others. Her heart rate accelerated a little showing that she was waking up from her slumber. The breathing of several other mutants around her showed they were either silently waiting for the next experiment, or sleeping. There were more, but her focus left those other mutants and went over to the human voices on the other side of the big blue door. Her eyes opened softly as she stepped back to try and listen more closely.

What she could make out was the voice of Dr. Penn, and two others. Shouts and grunting noises made the others shift where they were and turn to the door. The guards on their side of the door turned to it and readied their guns to shoot if they needed to. They however...did not get the chance to shoot them.

It was like a sudden flash of events, the only one that saw it coming was Bea. Two men burst through the door. The first one sliced through the two guards with what looked to be swords. Another wore a thick black vest and had long claws tipped at the end of each finger. He sniffed the room for a moment before looking at the man with the swords, nodding "All clear" One of them said.

Suddenly the mutants were all awake and begging the two men to take them away from there. Reaching their paws out to try and grab at them. Begging over and over again. Bea, along with a few others, stayed quiet and still in her cage. Another man, and older one, walked through the door followed by two others. One was larger than the rest and looked like a force to reckoned with, and the other was slim and wore a tie under his war vest. Two guns in either hand. Black hair with dark eyes. He seemed to stand close to the older man "Zero" The older man spoke "Bring in our host, Dr. Penn"

Silently Bea cursed these men for not killing that bastard in the first place. They would have saved her a ton of trouble.

The man called Zero, nodded and turned to drag out the doctor into the cell room. Forcing him to stand on his own two feet. Dr. Penn was acting. He began to cower and make himself look small to these men. Probably to save his own skin. Beatrice knew though. She knew this man better than all the others he employed. What his true nature was, wasn't too far off from what he was studying "Now, Penn"The older man smiled "Why don't you help us pick out a few to adopt and take home?"

"Stryker..." He wheezed adjusting his shirt and tie for a moment. Fixing his glasses "You don't understand these mutants like I do. They are wild and cannot be tamed!" He warned

"So is Victor but we seem to be doing just fine with him" The quick wit came from the young man with the swords. Which then earned a growl from the dark man with the claws.

"Can it, Wade"

"He's kind of like a pet, he even purrs if you hit the right spot..." The man named Wade continued on and Victor growled again.

"Unless you want to be a pile of hamburger, you may want to shut up now" Victor warned from where he stood. The way he moved was like that of a big cat. It intrigued the doctor.

"You didn't tell me you had a high class feral on your hands?" Baxter said looking back at Stryker. Suddenly his true personality began to seep through his coward mask.

Stryker seemed to smile and looked over at Victor, and then back to Baxter "Yes, I do. He is a valued member of our team" He crossed his arms gently "I understand you are an expert in feral mutants?"

Dr. Penn began to grin very slowly, this look on his face made Bea want to growl. She began, but quickly silenced herself. Making sure to stifle the sound in her throat. Others wouldn't be able to detect it, Except Victor. He looked over at Beatrice and glanced at her up and down for a moment before turning back to Stryker and Penn. Listening to the two talk about him and the other mutants in the cell block.

"I am...Feral mutants are perhaps one of the more unique forms of the mutant evolution. They...They seem to have gone backwards from human evolution. They do not suppress their primal instincts" He shook his head and looked up at his subjects "No, most of them embrace it" He then looked at Victor "I assume yours, embraces his primal nature"

Victor spoke now, he didn't seem to like being talked about as if he wasn't there "I do" His voice was low and firm, like that of power filled animal "Seems a bit more fun that way to let nature take it's course" He looked over at the cages around him "something tell me though...that you don't allow that here"

"Victor..." Stryker warned.

"Well," Dr. Penn gave a nervous chuckle "If I were to let these mutants roam free...there's no telling the kind of damage they could do" he shrugged "An animal must be trained before they are released into society. Would you prefer to be left in the merciless paws of a lion?"

"I wouldn't be" He stated flatly "That's the difference between you and I, Doc...I'm not prey"

"We need to get moving" Stryker mentioned before the conversation took a turn for the worst "Dr. Penn...I would like to take a few of your ferals, Purely for harmless scientific reasons" Dr. Penn looked at Stryker for a moment, after gulping to the ferocious beast a few feet from him.

He was hesitant at first, but nodded to the commander slowly "A few. I still have many months of studying ahead of me before I can present any of my findings"

Stryker nodded and patted his shoulder nodding to the team "Alright...Why don't you help me take the ones you can part with then?"

The two men began to walk down the hall of mutants and would glance at the chart on each cell. They began to contemplate which ones would work for the both of them. The closer they got to her cell, the more Beatrice seemed to be uneasy. Her claws reached up to the cage door and wrapped her fingers in the fencing. Her eyes focused on the two scientists walking closer. Victor, now looked down at the feral mutant before him. He took in her features for a second. From foot up. He noticed her strong calves and thick thighs, showing she had a good amount of muscle in her legs. Her torso was long and firm, along with the muscles in her arms were similar to those in her legs. Her breasts were hung low with their size, but behind them were more defined muscles. She wasn't over powered with muscles, but she was well defined and looked like an agile hunter. Her fingers were laced with shorter and duller claws than his. Lastly, she had tightly curled, honey colored hair atop her head that didn't go past her jawline. Her face shape was round with a sharp nose. Her eyes were a slate grey with just a soft shimmer of sea blue. When Victor landed on her eyes he stopped and stared at them for a long moment.

They were locked in eye contact for a very silent, and yet very informing moment. Two feral mutants could have a full conversation with each other, just by staring at each other. Beatrice learned that Victor was a very strong dominant male. He was matched wit her primal instincts if not more in tune with his own. He squinted his eyes using his lower eyelids, in response Beatrice tightened her jaw and lowered her upper eyelids. She learned that he was quite intelligent. They way he responded to her movements, twitches, and eyes told her that he understood her. It was how she communicated with the other feral mutants in their confined without the guards knowing what was up. They spoke through body language, and Victor spoke that same language.
Victor learned something too. He learned that Beatrice was dominant too. She didn't flinch away from him, she didn't show any sign of being fearful of him. The only one she seemed fearful of was Baxter, and Victor couldn't blame her for that. He also learned that she was challenging him. The way she cocked her hip and gripped the chain fence cage tighter, showed that she was not only asserting her dominance, but challenging his. This earned a soft smirk from the mutant beast before her. He then used his voice, without turning his gaze from hers, he spoke up and over to the two men.

"This one"

"Chimera?" Dr. Penn asked walking over to her cage. Stryker picked up her chart and began to read it over "Feral mutant with the ability to breathe fire" He smiled and looked over at Victor "Good choice, Mr. Creed. She will make a good addition to our team"

Dr. Penn chuckled nervously and shook his head "No, no...I'm sorry William but I cannot part with this one. She is so enveloped with her primal nature, I...I have so much to learn from her. She is like a Mythic beast, You don't see very many of her around any more" He said with a sigh in his breath. Looking over at Beatrice "She is Priceless"

"We'll take her" Victor finally broke eye contact and looked down at Dr. Penn "We take this one, or we take them all"

Stryker looked at Victor for a moment. Trying to figure out his end game in this all. He studied the mutant girl for a moment behind the cage door and smiled "Baxter...I would listen to him. Yes, Mutants of her class are few and far between, but you have many in your collection. We are asking for...perhaps just this one. Her ability to breathe fire is...intriguing?"

"Which is why..." Just as Baxter Penn was about to raise his voice, Victor turned to him quickly. A growl in his throat. Suddenly the doctor began to reek of fear. A sudden change in demeanor made Beatrice smile. A soft chuckle leaving her lips, and through his growl, he too began to smile "Fine" Dr. Penn sighed "If you are to take her, than take only her"

Stryker was the last of the 3 to smile, he nodded and patted his shoulder gently "Good. We'll be back for some of the others at another time"

Before Dr. Penn could protest he watched Stryker take the keys from his belt and unlock the door to her cage. This was it. If she ducked and ran now she could be free. Perhaps for a long time. Her heart began to race and just as she took a step forward, a clawed hand reached out and slapped down onto her shoulder. Her grey eyes slowly moved from his hand, back to his eyes. That silent communication between the two of them came back. He shook his head very lightly, and kept eye contact with her. The squeeze he had on her shoulder was a mere warning. Now she felt just a fraction of his true strength. This...was all a warning. In fact the most friendly warning Victor could muster. With a slow sigh, she obliged with the tall, older mutant and slowly moved her feet to step out from the cage. With the hand still on her shoulder and a gun at her back, he signaled for her to move forward.
As she began to walk forward she stopped before Dr. Penn and looked him in the eyes "You will be a good girl, won't you Chimera?" Baxter said very low like and firm.

Beatrice than spat sharply in the doctor's face and started walking again. The sudden and violent reaction from the she-beast made Victor chuckle a little "she really doesn't like you" He cheered to the doctor.

With Victor at her back, a gun to her spine and the others circled around her like vultures, she raised her head up high. Showing the other mutants that if she could get out, so could they. It wasn't until she passed through the big blue doors did her heart begin to quickly race. Excitement ran through her blood giving off the scent to the mutant behind her. He stared at her from behind for a moment as they walked down the long hall way. He could sense, in her muscles, her scent, her quickened heart beat...that she was happy. Excited even to be free of her cage. For a moment, Victor felt for the young mutant. If he were locked in a cage, well he would be excited to see the light of day again too.
That's exactly what she felt too. The closer they got to the main doors to the outside world again, the louder her heart raced. She even had to take a breath to contain the pure joy she felt seeing those doors open and the sharp bright light of the day graced her eyes for the first time. With a hand lifting up to block the sun and let her eyes adjust for a moment, she walked a few more feet before stopping. The bark and dirt on the ground in between her toes. She opened her eyes all the way to take it all in. She then did the one thing she had been craving for years...She took a deep breath of fresh air.

Fresh air. The smells of he trees, the dirt, the whole world slammed into her nostrils like a wave breaking on a beach.
There she closed her eyes, and let her lips curl up into a smile. Exposing sharp upper canines as they popped from her lips. Taking in another deep breath and tasting the scents around her.

Victor lowered the gun from her back, and loosened his grip on her shoulder. He allowed her to taste freedom for the time being. This was the only, and the greatest gift he could give her.

Fresh air.