Title: Did You Notice I was Gone?
Series: Sorrow After Sins, Part one, A.
Author: (chrissy synth) Whipblade
E-mail : whipblade@...
Disclaimers: Most of these are Marvel's characters, I
am making no profit from these works nor
any other. If you really feel you must put your very
bored lawyers into action and attempt to
A)Track me down across the world wide web, then B)
find true grounds to charge me with
something, feel free to. Warning, I have no money with
the exception of three pennies I found in a
Other characters and situations are mine that I really
do not want to lay claim to, with the
Exception of Sasha Blair and Pinky who are MINE!
Summary : Sabretooth, Mystique, Magneto and The Blob
are captured, tortured and.. killed?
-Character death : But you wouldn't really care.
Era: Cartoon Movie Cross over. Mostly cartoon.
Rating: NC-17, to be safe R! - This is for Language,
graphic violence and adult situations that are
not bleeped out with fuzzy spots.
Character exploration, Mind games, Rape.. lots of it.
Male on male situations, death, blood,
bondage, slavery. Extreme situations, do not try this
at home. Totally NOT for the faint of heart.
ADULT CONTENT. If you are not mature enough to deal
with this, head back now. Last
warning, you asked for it. Good luck. Please send
feedback, but no flames, YOU HAVE BEEN
-Special thanks to Andrea for her timeless patience in
beta-ing this sucker, as well as her help
with the Sabretooth persona. and Angela, for her input
and wisdom. Jeannie for her mastertry, to
Moirae, for her Beta-ing help.
Also a big thanks to Justin and Gray Heart for putting
up with my wicket mind and hounding
me to continue on.
- and a Final thank you to Storm Keeper, who without
her story X-Men Friends of Humanity,
I never would have been inspired.
-To All involved and not, A heart felt thank you for
making this fic (series) possible.
Sorrow After Sins :
Part 1 a
Did You Notice I Was Gone?
The long dark tunnel was asphyxiating. The magna
formed rocks created millions of years ago
beaded with sweat, how condensation could sustain the
suffocating heat was beyond Victor
Creed's understanding. Steam vented off from various
cracks in the volcanos walls. A sudden
vented heat blast burned into his neck, twisting and
tangling the blond hair, whipping it around
into his face. Sabretooth snarled as he jerked his
head back, flipping the burned hair behind him.
Wham ! A guard slammed Sabretooth square in the back
with the butt of his high power laser
rifle. The tall mutant growled, wanting to gut them
all right then and there, but no. Victor Creed
knew when to fight and right now, walking down this
hallway with thirty five guards and only
three mutants, this was not the time to fight. Not to
mention being inside a volcano. Another bead
of sweat trickled down Sabretooth's forehead.
Furrowing his brow the best he could, he moved
the droplet from its course that would of put it in
his eye, to running down the bridge of his nose,
then over the metal muzzle that covered his face.
Sabretooth's senses hampered by the steel
muzzle annoyed the man. So did the fact that he had
blunt ended metal gloves covering his claws,
shackled tight behind him.
Creed hadn't been able to sniff at any of the guards
around him. They wore dark brown to light
brown army uniforms, not any United States militia.
Each uniform had a vivid logo on the back
and shoulder, for the Anti Mutant faction, F.O.H.
Friends of Humanity. 'These "men", he used
the word loosely, " are no better than the Nazi's of
World War II." ' he thought.
Up ahead Sabretooth caught a glimpse of Magneto
jerking sideways as his shoulder got blasted
by one of the annoying steam vents. The guards
surrounding Sabretooth's former employer, pistol
whipped Magneto back into line. They all continued
Sabretooth didn't get dragged here willingly. Not even
after someone slapped a genetic inhibitor
collar around his neck. His keen sense of smell had
remained even with the loss of his mutated
healing factor. Sabretooth had been taken down,
muzzled and then gloved by a whole army of
what seemed to be F.O.H soldiers.
It had only been a week, but the F.O.H had flown
Sabretooth, locked up in a electric cage with
the inhibitor collar that he still wore around his
neck, out of America and over the ocean. It was a
long trip, Magneto had also been on that flight. But
the man remained mute for the whole trip, as
well as now. Sabretooth wanted nothing more than to
sniff at that Magneto, he was out of
character, as was the six months pregnant Mystique.
For the woman who was carrying her
second child of Sabretooth's in a selfish last ditch
effort to "raise" something, she certainly didn't
look at him too much. Just cried and looked pathetic.
Which made Sabretooth think, and think
hard. If they weren't who they appeared to be, who
were they? Not many shape shifters out there,
and once Sabretooth saw the vast opening at the end of
the dark tunnel, he started to wonder.
Did they know their fate, or did the F.O.H have that
convincing of a story to any shape shifting
mutant ? Die willingly, or be killed by thousands of
bullets and lasers. Thrilling choice.
A choice Sabretooth could do without. He stopped dead
in his tracks. Sabretooth saw how the
volcano walls opened up, allowing guards ability to
watch mutants be casted off into the center
of the volcano.
Sabretooth growled as he took a step back. Three stun
guns shot into his back, courtesy of the
guards behind him.
A guard, using the butt of his high power laser rifle
hit Sabretooth square in the back. He knew
the odds were against him. Him against possibly 30
with maybe no back up, not to mention being
in side of a volcano and he didn't know the way out
of. Sabretooth no longer cared, knowing
these bastards were planning to kill him. He had to
die sometime, and right now he wanted to be
out of the suffocating heat.
Sabretooth roared as he brought his elbows up behind
him, the guard behind him howled in pain
as he crashed to the floor, jaw already swelling.
Twisting further rotating his shoulders near out of
their sockets, Sabretooth brought his cuffed hands to
his front. A guard behind him charged,
slamming his laser riffle into the large mutants back.
Sabretooth growled spinning, his cuffed hands locked
around the muzzle of the riffle snatching it
from the guard. A second guard jumped Sabretooth from
behind. Sabretooth flipped the man off
his back and into the guard in front of him, the two
crashed to the floor. Shouting and now laser
fire directed at the raging Sabretooth filled the
Sabretooth roared loud and long behind his muzzle as
he used the blunt ended metal claws on his
hands to rip across the eyes of a guard, blinding him,
then break the neck of another. Five men
piled onto Sabretooth's back, to be crushed back
against a stone wall. A laser blast tore into
Sabretooth's femur, blood poured out of the wound, but
he ignored it. Sabretooth leapt over the
heads of nearby guards, landing heavily on one, bones
crushing underneath. Quickly they
surrounded him, only to become mince meat to the
awkwardly held laser in Sabretooth�s hands.
The ones who started to fire into Sabretooth�s back,
soon found themselves in the same prone
position on the floor as the eight before. More
guards stormed down the hallway towards the
Sabretooth caught a glimpse of Mystique and Magneto,
standing with one guard each watching
but not attempting to join in. Sabretooth didn't stop
to wonder what they knew that he didn't. A
riffle butt cracked him over the head, interrupting
any thoughts he had. Momentarily dazed, the
guards attacked Sabretooth and forced him down.
Tackled to the ground, thick chains soon
became attached to the inhibitor collar and muzzle, as
well as his ankles chained together.
Multiple guards now held each chain. Sabretooth,
slowly stumbled to his feet growling, weak
from the laser and bullet wounds.
Growling in defiance, the guards dragged him along
back down the tunnel. 50 more surrounding
the 20. They all soon caught up with the two guards
holding back the other two mutants.
Sabretooth twisted and turned, testing for any sign of
weakness, but it was no use. He was as
good as stuck. He limped along, burning in pain from
Sabretooth's amber eyes watched as Magneto was the
first one thrusted over the edge. Millions
of miles away from civilization in a place
undetectable by any type of radar, Magneto gave them
the satisfaction of screaming.
Erik Magnus Lensher was dead, Mystique wept for him.
She locked eyes with Sabretooth, then
she too was forced over the edge. The seeping sulfur
smell followed as she and the unborn child
of his, both gone. The gathered must of have been a
hundred F.O.H members, shouted and
hollered happily, it was like a big celebration,
without the confetti, drinks and food.
The guards behind Sabretooth, shoved their last
captive forward. Sabretooth looked down from
the ledge into the red bubbly lava. Evidence of any
bodies shoved into the lava was non existent.
The guards pushed Sabretooth forward, but didn't move
the large mutant. Sabretooth dug his
heels into the floor and pressed back against the
resistance. Be damned if he was going to die this
The 20 guards holding onto Sabretooth�s chains all
jumped off the cliff, their sacrifice will be all
worth it once Sabretooth died then and there. Digging
his heals further into the dirt ground, he
couldn't hold them all up. Over the edge he plunged
down. Past sleek walls centuries of activity
had built, falling further into the dormant beasts red
belly. The weight pulling him down, then
finally lessened as the 20 guards all let go,
screaming as they hit the lava.
Sabretooth's feet became fire itself, burning as he
neared the lava, twisting Sabretooth brought his
metal gloved claws over his head and dug them into the
wall the best he could, kicking his feet
against the rock, Sabretooth slid down the side of the
volcano, determined to stop. His long
brown over coat flipped up covering his head.
Finally he stopped. Tilting his head back, the coat
tails flipped off his head. Sabretooth looked
down and saw he had stopped just inches above the
lava. Peering up Sabretooth noticed the
crater had a small lip around it, The mass trying to
look over the lip from where they dropped
their hated mutant foes. Sabretooth thanked his stars
that they had been stupid enough not to
drop the mutants from the top of the volcanos cap.
From above he heard the F.O.H swearing.
"I didn't see it."
"I heard it"
"He�s dead. Lets go."
It felt like an eternity before they all left, but not
one of them saw him.
Suddenly Sabretooth caught a faint whiff of smoke as
his back started to feel hotter than his feet.
Sabretooth grumbled as his coat burned creeping up
past his knees. Squirming slightly
Sabretooth�s boots suddenly slipped, with a sharp cry
Sabretooth fell with a roared as his legs
swung down dipping into the lava. Swiftly twisting,
Sabretooth got them both out. Clinging to the
wall higher above the lava now, Sabretooth let out a
shaky breath as he realized that the inhibitor
collar was still around his neck. He couldn't remove
it, not in his current wall hanging position.
His legs, burning and being eaten by the lava, if he
looked down he would see that up to mid
shine, was bare bone, minus the feet. He looked at
the lava, then up. Taking a breath Sabretooth
slid down, The lavas heat burning, threatening to set
more clothing on fire. Sabretooth dipped the
back of his neck into the lava. Screaming out in pain
the collar and his skin burned, melting away.
Sabretooth quickly pulled away as the muzzle burned
He whimpered between low snarls as he clawed his way
up by inch by suffocating inch with his
still burning coat upon his back and blood pouring
from the wounds that once had been where his
legs were, all the way up to the to the rim of the
volcano. Dragging himself painfully over the
edge, he tumbled down the steep rocky slop 40 meters,
putting out the fire that had consumed
most of his clothing.
Sabretooth laid against a broken tree that broke his
fall. He stayed there moaning, awaiting, either
for the lava to finish off him, for his healing factor
to kick in, or for the F.O.H to find him and
finish him off. Sabretooth let darkness consume him.
Far away in Westchester, New York, United States. A
natural occurrence of strong winds swept
the area. At the Xavier School For Gifted Children,
they dealt with the disturbance, and many
The large office with oak paneling covering the walls,
hard wood flooring done in a cherry stain,
matched the red curtains with gold leaf embroidery,
was crowded. In front of the curtains sat a
large maple desk. Seated at the desk with the chilly
night wind at his back was Professor Charles
Xavier. His X-Men gathered around the front of the
desk. This particular night each one of them
held a flash light as candles flickered illuminating
"Before the power outage, Cerebro had picked up
several distress calls from some where over
seas." Charles Xavier explained to his students.
"Power outage Chuck? I thought this was a self
sufficient school. What happened to the
Generators?" Wolverine asked a little confused.
"They blew up." Storm calmly replied. "Thus is the
reason why we are standing around in the
dark. Our personal power supply has been temporarily
"Diverted to where sugah?" Rouge asked.
"To the hanger, and the laboratories." Jean replied.
"Why we're here again?" Nightcrawler asked curiously.
"Because Cerebro had picked up distress calls from
over seas." Cyclops answered the blue furry
mutant with a tail.
"Ja? Where?" Nightcrawler once again asked.
"Some where in the Iran, Iraq area. The system crashed
before I was able to pin point it exactly."
"What are we waiting for? Lets go get them!" Wolverine
"We don't know where they are Logan." Jean said
"We won't know where they are unless we look."
Wolverine pointed out.
Cyclops nodded. "Hank, Bobby and Nightcrawler stay
here until you can pin point their locations.
The rest of you, if your willing, will go on a reckon
rescue mission." The leader of the X-Men
ordered as he turned on a heel and walked out.
Wolverine nodded, then followed Cyclops out. Storm,
Jean and Rouge also walked out of the
dark office, dull yellow light floating in front of
them as they pointed their flashlights at various
It was bright as mid day when Sabretooth opened his
eye lids. He didn't know how much time had
passed by, the sun was noon high, but had it been
hours? Days? Or even weeks? He just didn't
know. He slowly sat up checking himself over. Good,
he was fully healed, a little light headed,
but healed none the less. Sabretooth couldn't recall
ever being that bad off before, then healing.
Stiffly getting to his feet he limped working out the
kinks in his legs, he stood there looking
around in the bright daylight. No one was around,
craning his neck he popped the stiffness out
and then twisted his back, checking each muscle and
working all the aches and pains out. Walking
away from the tree and his landing site, Sabretooth
looked around the vast area. It was barren,
not warm but not too chilly. Blue sky brown rocky
ground with very little vegetation. Rocks,
ferns and a few scattered trees. Sabretooth stubbed
his toe and cursed. He limped slightly "Fuck."
He swore as his healing factor quickly went back to
Sabretooth looked at the gloves on his hands, with a
mighty roar he ripped them off and toss
them over his shoulder.
The sound of mechanical whirl filled the air.
Sabretooth took cover behind some ferns and rocks.
Spotting the chopper a distance a ways, Sabretooth
watched as uniformed F.O.H men stepped out
of a large helicopters with three mutants. Sabretooth
couldn't make them all out, but he knew one
of them. The Blob was literally dragged into the
compound that was a small building and steel
door from the out side. Sabretooth suspected the Blob
was heading for the same fate as Magneto
The F.O.H men walked out of the building, but with
different uniforms on. Dark brown uniforms
that looked strikingly like an Iraq army uniform, but
with alterations. Sabretooth furrowed his
brows. The nearest volcano to Iraq was in the Taurus
mountains of Turkey, Sabretooth's
puzzlement vanished quickly as the chopper took off.
Sabretooth laid and waited as a new sound filled the
A white jet with a yellow stripe painted along the
side, in the center was an eagle that faded from
the top red to blue on the bottom, Sabretooth could
just make out the white letters F.O.H in the
center of the eagle. Sabretooth watched as he counted
17 F.O.H uniformed men getting off the jet
dragging along five mutant prisoners, none of them he
recognized. As the men walked away ,
Sabretooth scampered behind the jet unnoticed.
Sliding along the jets side, he disappeared inside
the shutting doors.
Sabretooth growled as he looked at the small cockpit
of the jet. He growled again punching
buttons till he was frustrated then finally he got it.
The autopilot was programmed to fly towards
America, with no exact location.
"Mister?" A small weak girls voice whimpered in
Sabretooth whipped around and looked at the two beaten
girls, both sickly thin, one with long red
hair and big orange eyes, the other had metal gloves,
just like he'd had, over her hands.
"Twenty seconds to lift off" The computer chimed in
Sabretooth looked from the console then to the girls.
"Fuck!" He cursed as he heard voices
approaching. Sabretooth slid behind the cockpit door
trying to conceal himself from any ones
"Get that one." A tall muscular man ordered in broken
English. 13 others walked aboard, all
talking drowning out the count down. Suddenly the
doors shut and sealed.
"Auto programed take off initiated." The computer
chimed again as the jet started to climb.
"THE HELL!?" One of them, the pilot shouted in a
foreign language, as he ran to the controls.
Sabretooth growled. The F.O.H pilot turned his head,
only to get his throat torn out by huge
Sabretooth jumped over the falling corpse as three men
wheeling stun guns shot at Sabretooth.
Sabretooth was knocked back against the jets dash, as
the three started to advance. Sabretooth
roared as he kicked at one and then flipped forward,
slashing at an other. The guards however
were too many in the small quarters, they quickly over
powered Sabretooth with stun weapons,
then finally with spiked billy clubs and batons.
Sabretooth roared as he sprang up against the clubs
and stun guns force, swinging a fist
attempting to punch the nearest one, Sabretooth found
himself cornered. Cursing at himself for
not spinning fast enough to slash at the someone who
snapped a new inhibitor around his neck
from behind. Chains clamped down around his ankles.
Before Sabretooth could fully turn to face
his attackers, six stun guns burned their way into
Sabretooth's side, then metal gloves once again
found their selves covering his hands.
"Beat that mother fucker to shit!" A shorter chubby
middle east F.O.H guard snapped as he
pushed the dead pilot off the dash and onto the floor.
"Turn this junk around." Someone demanded.
Snarling and watching them Sabretooth was forced into
a small cubby hole that he barely fit into.
The two girls looked at him frightened.
"I can't, Yen was the only one who could by pass the
systems, now he�s fucking dead, and the
other three pilots are back at the volcano!" One
snapped as he fiddled with the buttons." The
console is trashed, we have no control over the
steering. I may be able to fix it." He continued.
"Fucking wonderful. Where are we headed? Sanjeev."
Someone close to Sabretooth asked.
Sanjeev, the new pilot sighed as he sat in one of the
blood splattered seats. "We are heading full
speed towards America."
"Dammit! No good mutant!" A man snapped pistol
whipping Sabretooth with the stun gun.
"Rrrrah!" Sabretooth snarled pulling at his chains.
"Forget him Jim, we got bigger problems" Sanjeev
Sitting there staring at the two frail�s in the
corner, Sabretooth started to wonder what everyone
was saying. He could speak french, some German,
Chinese, Japanese, but this was rather new to
him. Although the accent did sound very close to the
one he heard from TV on a CNN news cast
from Iran. But Sabretooth wasn't a complete moron.
Just because he didn't understand word for
word what each one said, he got the hints from body
language, voice tones and facial expressions.
He also picked out names. Sanjeev, the new pilot had
to die before he turned the small air craft
In the Taurus mountains of Turkey, bordering Iraq the
underground secrete headquarters of a
world wide terrorist organization, in unison with
Friends Of Humanity scrambled around for the
radar readings of the missing jet and crew.
In a control room, not much different than United
States of America's NASA control room.
"Sir," A Turkish voice called from the melee of
panicked personal and blinking buttons.
"What is it?" The commander barked in no real
"The jet has vanished, sir." The same voice said from
the depth of army men and women, others
gasped at the news.
"WHAT!?" The commander snapped getting to his feet.
"The crew is AWOL, they deserted with two mutants." A
third voice slowly concluded.
"IS THERE ANYBODY SANE IN THIS COUNTRY!!??" The
commander screamed, his words
echoing over the now mute personal.
A growl, almost like a thunder clap far off in the
distant rolled along at a low altitude. With the
cover of thick gray fog, the stealth X-Jet code named
The Black Bird flew. Its inability to be
picked up by any radar what so ever gave the X-Men an
advantage, as well as made the Black
Bird an invaluable piece of hardware.
Rumbling, the Black Bird swept over Iran. Its scanners
on full as well as a crew member scanning
with her mind. Together, mutant and machinery tried to
locate Mutants in distress.
From inside the Black Bird the X Men assessed their
current position. Cyclops sat in the co-pilots
seat looking over the geological charts, while
Wolverine concentrated on flying the plane. The
cockpit didn't differ too much from an ordinary Black
Bird SR-71, except it had more seats to
carry the full team around, as well as heavy armory
equipment when needed.
"Anything, Jean?" Cyclops asked over his shoulder at
his wife as she mentally reached out to any
and all mutants below.
"Nothing, Cyclops." Jean replied her eyes closed, and
her hands near her head. She focused on
trying to find the source.
The two slumbering mutants awoke with a start.
Sabretooth only continued to look curiously on.
"MAYDAY! IF ANYONE CAN HEAR THIS PLEASE RESPOND!
Sanjeev screamed over the sparking static filled
radio. "WE ARE GOING DOWN! I REPEAT
WE ARE GOING DOWN!!!!!!!"
The 12 crew member rushed around dawning on life
Sabretooth sat up to see out of the Jets windows. He
expected to see water, but instead the tops
of trees were rushing up trying to greet the plane.
Sabretooth wrapped his arms around the red head. The
two jammed themselves into the corner
and waited. Much as he didn't want to, he thought it
best to save this stupid red head. She wasn't
much to look at but she seemed to keep the stupid
humans occupied. He knew he could figure the
best way out while they amused themselves with her.
The little German girl, who was on the other side
cried. Sabretooth knew she was going to die
soon, either by a plane crash, or starvation.
It was like a blur of images from a movie. Everything
in slow motion yet not. The trees reached
up and grabbed the out of fuel jet plane. Whipping
branches and thick palm trunks slammed
against the white object nosily. The plane was ripped
apart, wing by wing, tail fin by tail fin,
Shattering window by shattering window. The jet
creaked and cracked. Then finally snapped in
two as it landed heavily into the rocky ground.
Sabretooth moaned as he came too. His brain felt
scrambled, along with every inch of his body
that felt like pain itself. Slowly opening his eyes,
Sabretooth stared at a very bleak image, he
realized he was looking down. Below him laid the
upside down wreckage of the plane, the crew
scattered, all looking pretty much alive. The small
girl he had been holding onto slipped out of his
arms on the way down. He could see her red hair
blowing softly in the light breeze. From this
height, Sabretooth couldn't tell if she was alive or
Grabbing the tree branch tightly, Sabretooth carefully
hoisted himself up onto it. Sitting up
perched, Sabretooth looked around. As far as he could.
A mass of water was on three sides of
him. He figured it was the ocean they had been
crossing. A body was floating face down in the
water, it bobbed up and down with each wave.
Grunting, Sabretooth maneuvered himself on the branch
then slid closer to the tree trunk, till he
finally rested against it. Winching Sabretooth growled
looking at the tree he leaned against. It
was some sort of leafy tree. Blood dripped down
Sabretooth's forehead, whipping it away he
grabbed on to the rough bark.
Sanjeev looked up at the blue sky. White clouds danced
around above the black smoke from the
burning and broken trees around the crash site.
Movement caught his eyes, the large mutant was
climbing down from 15 feet above. Slowly getting to
his knees, Sanjeev hobbled up holding his
Stan stood against a tree trunk, a bone stuck out from
his shin. He winced and muttered. What
looked like a part of an arm laid in the sand not far
from him. Grunting, Stan shifted again as he
took the weight off of his broken leg.
She had no name she could think of, she was young and
only 16 when they kidnaped her from her
home in Ireland. That was nearly a year ago, she was
still afraid, now alone and tired of it all. She
didn't want to be alone anymore, She was almost
rescued by a cur mutant but now.., the cur that
was about to save her maybe dead. She wanted to weep
for him, but she didn't seem to have the
strength left. All she wanted was to see her brothers
and sisters back in her little home on Ireland.
She stayed where she was, her side a flash of burning
pain. She stared up at the sky waiting...
Hoping maybe death would take her from the hell, maybe
even she could go where ever the
snarling mutant outcast that tried to save her went
to, her snarling sexy mutant outcast, her cur.
His name was Omaha, the leader of this small group of
soldiers. The last thing he remembered he
was buckling up in the co-pilots seat, now he was
curdled up in a ball along a shore line. The trail
of debris and small fires stretched on both sides of
him. He muttered in coherently, waiting for
someone to find him. Blood splatted his face and
chest. He didn't move, he couldn't of even if he
Sabretooth set his feet painfully onto the hot sand.
Limping he headed towards where he saw the
red head from 15 feet above.
Walking up to her still form Sabretooth kneeled. "Hey
She looked at the mutant who tried to rescue her and
the little German girl. She didn't talk, she
knew better than to talk, she only smiled.
Sabretooth looked her over. "Ya look fine."
She shook her head no, stiffly she moved her right arm
and pointed to her left side.
Sabretooth touched her side gently, she flinched.
"Wanna die?" Sabretooth snarled.
She shook her head no. Sabretooth frowned.
"Lifting your shirt frail." He warned. She nodded as
he lifted the rag of a top strewn over her.
Sabretooth sighed. By the look of her side, she either
had cracked or broken ribs.. or just one hell
of a bruise. There was no swelling or signs of
internal bleeding. Being a homicidal maniac, you
tend to know what things look like.
"You'll be fine ." Sabretooth said to her pulling down
Once again she smiled.
Sabretooth caught a glimpse of something moving.
Squinting, he spotted hair, and a hand poking
up from the sand. Above the plane rested.
"The other kid didn't make it." He told the red head.
She nodded understanding.
Sanjeev walked over to Stan with the medical supplies
salvaged from the wreck.
"That looks bad." Sanjeev commented.
"Try feeling it!" Stan snapped.
Sanjeev studied it. "Who was near you?"
Stan thought for a moment. "I think Ohamn. Why?"
Sanjeev pulled out the bone sticking from Stan's
leg."Because I think Ohamn may be dead."
Stan passed out without even a scream.
It took most of the day for the body count to finally
come in. Out of the 13, 2 were dead. Out of
the mutants one dead, one was injured one was very
Sabretooth and the girl hobbled only a few feet once
she was able to move, only to be stopped by
five guys wheeling stun guns and rifles.
The Black Bird landed back at its hanger shining like
a freshly washed car in the bright lights. The
crew, low on spirt exited the low on fuel jet.
"We couldn�t' find a thing professor." Cyclops said as
he walked down the steps of the Black
"I haven�t found a trace of the distress call either.
Perhaps it is already too late." Professor X
"Nonsense Professor. We just need to get Cerebro and
the power back on and...." Jean smiled.
"News flash Jeanie." Wolverine started as he cut her
off. "The power is back on."
On the banks of a country known as Genosha, a guard
through a pair of high-tech binoculars,
spotted the distressed plane go down on one of
Genosha's islands. From his perch in the guard
tower high above the labor camps, he radioed to the
ground, alerting the rescue team that he
thought he saw the F.O.H logo.
The Rescue & Retrieval unit team dispatched within
The guard watched as the AS 332 Super Puma disappeared
on the other side of the island then
appeared back in view within minutes.
Charles Xavier pressed the joy stick on the arm of his
wheel chair, the automatic chair rolled
forward. Dark shimmering steel surrounded the man as
he exited the Cerebro unit.
His awaiting students greeted him with curious and
"Any sign Professor?" Cyclops asked readily.
Charles lowered his bald head, Scott Summers always
ready for action for the good of the
universe. "None what so ever. Either the Cerebro unit
had flawed during the power shortage, or
worse. Whatever happened., has ended."
"I am sure they have just been brought to a place
where Cerebro can not reach them, Professor."
Jean tried to comfort her teacher.
Charles Xavier nodded, knowing that maybe that ray of
hope his students hung onto, would one
day brake through. Charles himself had his doubts, but
Out of sight, out of mind. The distress call Cerebro
picked up, was well forgotten by the end of
the next mission only days later.
The AS 332 Super Puma landed among several other
helicopters, the SH-2 Sea sprite, and BO
105 along with some Genosha military adapted Apache,
to name a few. The crew unloaded
helping the Iraqi soldiers in F.O.H uniforms and then
the two restrained Mutant prisoners.
A short man in a gray suit and tie strolled towards
the Rescue & Retrieval unit. Two body guards
in black suits carrying high power laser rifles walked
on either side of the short man.
"Welcome to Genosha!!" The short man greeted the
foreign crew. "My name is Commander
Zeekieal, the mutants you have brought here will be
taken into the Genosha government custody
until further notice." Zeekieal said formally.
"Well that�s all fine and dandy, but what are we going
to do here? Mister Zeekie?" Sanjeev
snapped his broken English filled with annoyance and
frustration from the days event.
"You are free to move about and relax at a resort free
of charge. Shop with in the stores, no
worry of money. If you feel you need to contact your
government please do so. The phone lines
are clear and un tapped out side of the miliary
complexes. And the name is Commander Zeekieal."
Zeekieal stated coldly.
"Shut up Sanjeev." One of Sabretooth's original
captives snapped in Turkish. "We thank you for
your hospitality, could we see the mutants restrained
first? Then be shown to our hotel?" He
finished in English.
"Certainly, Follow me." Zeekieal nodded not smiling at
all. He turned on his heal, two body
guards in tow. The injured and disoriented Iraqi or
Turkish crew behind him, and five armed men
from the Genosha unit, surrounding the mutants who
both grumbled about being poked with the
muzzle of rifles.
Sabretooth snarled as they were paraded down dimly lit
hallways with flickering flourescent lights
jammed into the ceiling. Sabretooth glared at the
Genosha guards around him and the red head
who limped due to her side injury. The original guards
that Sabretooth had tried to escape twice
now, walked ahead of him. He still hadn't figured out
what terrorist organization, if any, they
belonged to. They looked like all of them could of
been born in Iraq, but they spoke enough
English to understand and communicate with the
Genoshians.. Yet the uniforms also screamed of
Iran, Iraq, but Sabretooth knew the only volcano close
enough, active or otherwise is in the
Taurus Mountains in Turkey. They certainly didn't act
like the F.O.H, only appeared like them in
the uniforms. Obviously to put blame on the wrong
hands, and hide what they are really doing and
planning. Sabretooth started to wonder just what they
Finally they all stopped. Sabretooth was roughly
shoved into a small cell. Once again shackled and
his collar removed, then replaced with a much heavier
Genosha inhibitor collar. A red blinking
light flashed under Sabretooth's chin. The red head
was chained across from Sabretooth. Both of
them had the same collars on, both of them chained up
like crucified rag dolls. The cold walls
slick with condensation that put a bitter chill in the
air, the whole place reeked like a basement
long abandoned, filled with mold and musk The two
nations guards left through the only door, a
steel barred prison one. The cell was hardly big
enough to fit five men in.
Sabretooth growled as he pulled on his new restraints.
"Damn people who keep using
adamantium!" Sabretooth snarled loudly.
The red head looked at him, then giggled.
Sabretooth tilted his head. "You think it's funny hu,
frail?" He snapped.
She just nodded smiling, her orange eyes dancing as
they looked up and down Sabretooth's body.
End part 1
tbc part 2.
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