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Beloved Enemy	By : AmandaJean Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Authoress Note: This is the final chapter of Part I, as you have no doubt figured out. The question is, should I keep going on the same story with Part II and III or would you rather have me start a new story altogether? It's up to you, I haven't started Part II so there's time to get your opinion in. It does matter.
Anon: Thank you for all of your reviews, I apologize for not replying to them sooner or as I post the chapters. Just so you know I do appreciate the review's and enjoyed reading them.
Thank you for reading and I hoped you enjoyed Part I as much as I enjoyed writing it...
Part I Conclusion
It took a lot to tire Sabretooth, his endurance and his stamina usually kept him going for a long time. He was what some would could consider the perfect soldier and that was without all those fancy experiments to create a Captain America or use technology like Stark and Reed. Though he did discount the amount of times he was enhanced. He didn’t count it because of one reason, despite the fact that his abilities were enhanced they were still originally his abilities. He didn’t have strength put into a weak body. Strength was put into a strong body!
He wasn’t tired when he finally was able to come to a stop after he could no longer hear any sirens screaming out or anyone around for that matter. Sabretooth was free to sit down and take the chance to reflect on everything and anything that happened from the second he started tailing the runt to now. As well as on the changes in the little Wolverine as well as the ever-changing shifts of rank in the world between people in power and people who thought they were in power. Romulus was now out of the picture and with it any of the hold Romulus had over the situations and the control the prick had over Sabretooth. He will never forgive the claw-less freak for that. But no matter, Sabretooth was free to think what he wanted and above all else to do what he wanted without having to worry about a bigger asshole putting fear into him. Again. And now that he got his taste of freedom, he wasn’t about to just let it slip from his grasp. Not ever again!
Like his childhood and under his father’s rule and control. In that basement and chained to that wall. Sabretooth has yet to even consider forgiving the dead fool. If only his dear Father could see him now. Sabretooth’s lips nearly quirked into a grin at that, he knew the old man would be horrified beyond words. His mother would be mortified as well, but she was always a skittish mouse.
It was the loss of something in his childhood, the loss of control and feeling powerless that made it easy for him to make the mistake of being sucked into Romulus’s world of lupines and secret kingdoms. And that only left Sabretooth under the man’s control. Unacceptable.
Sabretooth vowed to himself that he won’t go down without a fight next time and he most certainly won’t be controlled by anyone or anything ever again. He refused to be controlled again! Instead, Sabretooth will create a world that won’t be in the shadows like Romulus, and he won’t let stupidity and rashness halt his success like those fools Sinister and Apocalypse who always gets defeated because of their ego’s and going up against powerful mutants and novice’s. And he most certainly won’t lose his spine like Magneto and Xavier. Sabretooth will be stronger. Sabretooth will be smarter, and he knew that he was indeed smart, despite what the general public liked to think when they saw his arrogant outlook. He will rule with an iron fist. And if people submitted, then they will have a chance at having a half decent survival rate. Only if they submitted of course.
Sabretooth settled further in the spot he chose to sit and relax. He had a good view of everything from here, so no one even had a chance to sneak up on him. Not to mention his enhanced senses and Sabretooth was no novice in using those attributes.
Licking his bottom lip lightly he could still taste a mixture of his and the runt’s blood and his claws shortened as Sabretooth decided that he won’t go hiding on an island and fight other countries for the simple right to stay afloat. No, the whole world will be his island! And if the runt used his brain for once, he’d follow Sabretooth because in the end Sabretooth was the only one who wasn’t changing on him and turning from one thing to another. Sabretooth was always this way; he will always be this way. And Sabretooth was the only person on this planet that can accept that beautiful rising darkness in the whelp. Not even Daken the golden boy of Romulus would be able to accept it.
Sabretooth couldn’t help it as he chuckle slightly as he simply settled back further and got comfortable. He wasn’t planning on moving for a good little bit, confident that no one would bother him. And that included the golden boy who was nowhere in Sabretooth’s range of enhanced senses. The boy obviously saw enough.
One thing was for sure, it was Wolverine’s move now. Sabretooth won’t be waiting for him to help with Sabretooth’s plans though. Instead, Sabretooth will be setting things up and then he will wait for Wolverine to come to him before Sabretooth pushes the first domino down and watch as things fall in to place as they should.
One thing was for sure.
It will be grand!
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Wolverine made sure to stay out of sight as he dodged right to left through the back-ways and alleyways until he finally drew to a stop. The alleyway was dark and dirty, matched how he was feeling to say the least. Two buildings on each side shielded him from everything for the moment. Sliding down against a dingy wall until he was sitting fully on the ground with his knees brought up to his chest uncaring on how he might have looked by doing that. Ignoring everything he simply sat there, his state of clothes was next to useless, his pants were barely hanging on to his hips thanks to the rips in them. But that didn’t matter at the moment. There were other things that were deemed more important.
His body was vibrating from what transpired, but what shocked Wolverine was that it wasn’t in disgust only in confusion and wariness. That in itself seemed to hold his attention well enough, despite the fact that he could smell the rot of a dead body not too far-off from where he sat and the sounds of rats scurrying in the dark corners of the alleyways. The body was fresh that much he could tell from scent alone. The sound of someone moving caught his attention, a homeless man who made good time scurrying by, and Wolverine’s lip curled as he glared at him for daring to come close even though he was about three feet away from Wolverine. It was still too close! And Wolverine didn’t want anyone to be near him right now.
Wolverine shifted slightly, he could still feel the after affects of what happened, but oddly enough that didn’t really concern him at the moment. Wolverine growled lowly in anger causing a few rats to jump and scurry away in fear. Wolverine let out a small grim grin at that, smart thing those rats. They knew when not to push their luck and when it was best to just run away. Taking a deep breath in Wolverine shoved everything away for the moment as he stood up and walked farther into the alleyway. Ignoring the body of the woman he smelt when entering this alleyway. He unfortunately recognized her from the attack he witnessed and did nothing to stop.
He could tell that she didn’t have a painless death. He saw it on her face as he walked by and away from her corpse. Wolverine was using the back alleyways to the pub he frequents, Cyke no doubt will contact him there when they need a mission to be finished up and no one will ask stupid questions about his appearance. They weren’t stupid. Not to mention he looked worse before while sitting there drinking. Felt worse too.
Wolverine will take the time to think about what happened and above all else what to do about this whole Sabretooth thing and what just transpired between the two of them. One thing was for sure, he knew for a fact that he wasn’t into men at all but the larger man had a point. He’s been around long enough that it shouldn’t matter so much now. He won’t admit that though, and he won’t go out like his boy and jump everything that moved. Wolverine wasn’t that kind of animal.
He was worse…
“Hey, Wolverine. Cyclopes phoned for you. Been trying to get to you all morning. Something about a mission or whatever, he wants you to meet him in the usual spot as he put it.” The bartender said the second Wolverine walked through the doors. Wolverine’s teeth ground against each other as he let out a slight snarl at the fact that he won’t get a chance to get a beer and think a bit now. Giving a curt nod he simply turned without a parting word. Guess it was kind of a good thing that he didn’t get the chance to think, there was too much to think about anyway.
One thing question did bug him though, how much longer would it truly take for him to fall? Considering what he just let happen to that girl tonight. And more importantly why couldn’t anyone see how badly he was falling and how quickly? Did they even care?! Did they try to help him or even offer their help? Could they give him the means to stop and be the ‘X-Man’ he used to be?
Wolverine snarled angrily at those questions, but they had to wait nonetheless. Cyke no doubt had someone he wanted dead, or a group. And Wolverine was just the man for that. He was the best there was at what he did…
Wolverine knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t be saying anything about the Sabretooth thing though. That situation and that shame and that situation was all Wolverine’s to tend to and no one else’s. It was his thing to know and to have as morbid as that might sound. It was true. It was his. Just like his memories and the claws tucked away in his arms. It was his…
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It was safe to say that Daken didn’t know what to expect when he left the club to wander around, he still didn’t even know why he was still in this city. He hated his father, so then why would he want to stick around in the same dirty place as his old man? But he was in this city still and in his wanderings after having his fun with a well-satiated girl left behind, Daken found himself on top of a building tucked away from sight. He caught sight of a fight, one between his father and a man he thought to be dead. Guess his father failed in killing him.
Daken watched the whole fight, and the shocking scene of Sabretooth of all people taking his father in a way Daken doubted his proud father would have enjoyed. But who knows. He is related to Daken of course. Daken watched the whole thing cautiously, guarded. It was safe to say that he didn’t know how to react to what he just had to watch, most kids or even adults would freak out at seeing one or both of your parents frolicking around. But Daken wasn’t simply a kid or simply an adult. He was a sixty year old man give or take a few years here and there. He was a killer, a player and someone you didn’t want to mess around with. He wasn’t a nice guy.
Daken was also someone who according to the psycho babbling Deadpool, had daddy issues. And that was a load of crap; he hated his father and wanted him dead. That didn’t mean that he had daddy issues! And now seeing his father practically bent over for Sabretooth of all people just gave him more material to use against the old man. Daken let out a half-hearted sneer.
However, deep down Daken wondered if he liked the direction his father was headed down, and something buried deep down inside himself Daken wondered if he should be more angry with the fools who simply let this happen. People who failed to keep his father where he should be. Would Daken be amongst those people? Would Laura? Melita?
Daken had a lot of things to think about, to decide. And he was far from happy about it.
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