Disclaimer in part 1
There are several mental conversations here.
< > is telepathic
** is Marie's thoughts
( ) is Carrol's thoughts
Sabertooth dropped the girl in the hollow chamber of Eric's
machine. He growled with pleasure when a moan of pain escaped her
lips. He'd had his eye on Eric's daughter ever since he'd come to
the Brotherhood compound under the pretense of training Eric's team.
In his own deluded mind, he equated pain and pleasure as being
Creed had finally received what he considered fair payment for his
years of service, after tonight he'd take his prize and disappear.
But first he had to find the runt to share his good fortune.
He bound the girl's wrists and ankles with nylon rope and
leaned over to whisper in her ear. He raked his hands up her thighs
and dug his nails into her skin. Marie shrieked and Creed chuckled
with glee. He bent over her tiny frame and crushed her lips
violently to his. He bit down hard enough to draw blood, and grew
hard at the sharp mew of agony that fell from her lips. He broke
contact, stood up backed away from her. As he left the room he
winked at her and threw over his shoulder " later on girly, you and
me are gonna fuck like there ain't no tomorrow. Course for you,
there won't be."
The resounding, furious cry of `bastard' was heard by Eric
and Mystique. "Looks like our little princess woke up" Eric said as
he kissed his wife on the top of the head.
Mystique circled her arms around her husband's waist and
chuckled softly, Eric was wonderfully affectionate before battles.
And afterwards, well, after a battle nobody saw them until well into
the afternoon of the next day. One of the results of their
activities had been the conception of Marie. Mystique still recalled
that night with fond memories, and had always secretly hoped that
after a battle the same thing would happen, and Marie would have a
sibling. Eric however wasn't so keen on the idea. It was one of the
only things they disagreed on, but she loved him anyway. She dreaded
the day that she would inevitably loose him. Mystique always hoped
she'd be the first one to go. It was selfish. But that's what she
"Come on Mysti, let's go."
The pair finished prepping the machine before going to get
the missing piece-Marie.
Meanwhile in the night skies.......
Logan was furious and was currently directing his frustration
at Jean Grey.
" Can't you get a trace on her? What the hell kind of
telepath are you?"
"Logan, it's not that simple. I don't have Cerebro, and the
girl's mind has been shielded from us by her father. I'm doing the
best I can."
Logan snorted, and resumed pacing.
"Wolverine, calm down. You wearing a hole in the floor is
not going to help anyone." The fearless leader stated.
" I've got it. She's in a ship, and Sabertooth is in there
with her. He's oh God, he's leaning over her and-"
Logan's claws were out and he had a black vinyl seat
dislodged from the plane before Jean could even finish. The other
three occupants turned to stare at the feral man. In the years that
they'd known him, Logan had never been so worked up over anything.
Let alone something that had to do with a mission. Most of the time
he was eerily Zen-like about missions. The plane landed, and Logan
was too distracted to say anything about Scott's less-than-perfect
If they hadn't realized it before, it hit them then. Logan
had feelings for this Marie girl. And if his concern for her forced
him to miss an opportunity at ribbing Scott, it must be serious. The
team debarked and watched as Logan took off at a full run towards the
water's edge of the Statue of Liberty. All three felt certain that
anything standing between Logan and Marie was as good as dead.
Marie sat in the corner of the dark cell, too pissed off to
move and too scared to stay still. They were a volitle pair and she
knew she could choose only one.
( Hey, you doing alright out there?)
*Yeah, just trying to decide weather I should hate my father or be
afraid of him*
( Ya can't do both. If I were you I'd go for door number three.)
*And that would be? *
( Be pissed as hell, do some damage and leave the killing to Logan.)
*Who's Logan? *
(The Wolverine. He likes you ya know. And Logan doesn't "like"
*How could he like me? I almost killed him. *
(Almost, being the operative word. But let's get back to what to do
with your father.)
*He's gonna come in here, I know it. The only question is, what do I
( Well, that super strength of ours should kick in sometime. I
thought it would be quicker, but I guess not. So, we'll just have to
wait it out.)
*Dilema's over. I'm pissed. That stupid, fucking piece of shit
wants to kill me! And for the love of hell he's my father! *
( Yeah, Marie. Your family redifines the word twisted. They make
the Addams family look `normal.')
* Yeah, well its been fun chatting with you Carrol, but I think the
bastard is coming in here, so I gotta concentrate on this now. *
(Okay, good luck Marie. I'm back here if you need me.)
The door of the Statue swung open and Eric entered followed
closely by his blue wife. The couple walked over to their daughter
and began loosening the bonds.
"What the hell are you two doing?" Marie snapped.
" Don't talk to your mother that way!" Eric yelled and
backhanded her. Thanks to her new thick skin, Marie barely felt
"I'll talk to you anyway I damn well want! You're going to
kill me, and you're complaining about my manners?" She raged on.
Both Eric and Mystique noticed the way that the bonds
stretched tightly over her wrists. Carrol's powers of super strength
must be kicking in. They knew that as soon as they were fully
manifested the only person that could stop her was Sabertooth, and
even he wouldn't last long. Reaching a decision, Mystique went off
in search of Victor.
"Why?" Marie asked her father, the venom obvious in her
"For the good of our kind Marie. We need your power to
change the world, literally."
"Why don't you do it yourself, you gutless coward."
"If I do it, then I die. What would your mother do? You are
going to do this because we think with Carol's invulnerability you'll
survive. You'll make us very proud Marie."
"Fuck both of you. If I survive this, I swear to God I will
kill you. You can't go around threatening people like this, and
changing the world so it suits your own warped needs."
"My God. You sound just like Charles. I tried to avoid
this, but obviously there's no reasoning with you. And I lied. With
or without Carrol's powers you will die tonight. I'll make sure of
it." Eric finished and stormed out of the machine.
Cyclops, Storm and Jean were in their positions. Logan was
tracking Sabertooth and keeping an eye on the ominous ship on the
grounds. He saw Mystique and Sabertooth enter the machine. Magneto
was close behind. The team moved forward until they were close
enough to hear the argument erupt from inside.
"Victor, bring her upstairs. She's being unreasonably
stubborn." Eric commanded.
"No. Not until I get what I want." The hairy mutant
" Eric, I told you to let him have at her earlier. He's not
going anywhere until he fucks the little bitch."
" Nobody is fucking me!" Came the girl's defiant cry.
"Nice and feisty. I like that. Makes it all the more fun to
break that out of you." Creed leered.
The trio braced themselves for the oncoming battle as Logan
walked over to the machine and ripped the door from its hinges. They
were greeted by the site of Sabertooth with Marie Lensher slung over
his shoulder. Logan moved quickly and shoved the three claws of his
right hand under his foe's throat. In a voice that didn't even
attempt to hide his rage Logan warned "Put her down bub."
The air fell silent as the two feral mutants regarded one
another. A hideous grin broke out on Creed's face. "Long time no
Creed gripped the girl's bottom and made his way to the
"Move, and I'll fucking kill you." Logan said.
Sabertooth chuckled mirthlessly. He flipped Marie over so
she was in front of him. His left hand clutched obscenely at her
breast and his right one pulled her head back and pressed his claws
against her throat. "You touch me, and I'll kill her. You back off
and the girly lives. Either way, I'll have my fun. What's it gonna