CRY FOR MERCY ch7
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SUMMERY: Well this is my attempt at the movie's sequel.
Rating: NC17 There's gonna be sex in this one but not right away. M/F
F/F (M/M maybe I haven't decided just yet.)
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Saturday night came and went with surprising ease.
Though he kept fazing in and out of consciousness, Toad had survived
another night and his health was improving by the hour. Although
Dr.'s Grey and McCoy congratulated each other for his recovery, they
debated whether or not saving Mortimer was such a great idea.
All the kids had made it back to the mansion before curfew. No
detention slips would be passed out that night. Even Mercy made it
back that evening from the closest mall with bags full of new clothes
for Sabretooth, who did little more than eat and sleep that night,
but not without complaining that he could not get the playboy channel
in his room. And much to his amazement, Scott had successfully kept
himself from getting another headache and even in spite all odds
against it, had a relatively peaceful night's sleep.
Alas, even though Sunday morning started out as well as the night
before, it would not last.
As Sunday mornings normally were at the mansion, it started out quiet
and serine. Most everyone took a little more time getting out of bed
and usually enjoyed relaxing at brunch. The atmosphere in the dining
hall was typically light and breezy. If Sabretooth was going to learn
to co-exist with his fellow man, this was the best place to start.
He walked along side Scott into the dining hall as if he had been
there at least a dozen times before; though secretly he was feeling
quite nervous. In spite of his cat-like nature which made him cool
and aloof to those around him, deep inside, Victor still craved
companionship and yearned to connect with the world around him. But
whether it was his intimidating appearance, or his strange, quirky
mannerisms, he was just too alien for people to bond with. Even among
outcasts he was an outcast. He never quite fit in, never really
belonged. Even in the brotherhood, he felt as if the others tolerated
him but did not accept him. In the middle of a crowded room, is when
Victor Creed would especially feel the loneliest.
He walked over to the adult side of the room, where Scott had already
taken his place next to Jean, along with Hank, Ororo, and the
Professor who were already seated.
From the other side of the room came a deafening and eerie hush as
the student's eyes followed Sabretooth with a fearful awe. First
someone whispered faintly, then another. Soon it seemed every student
was telling another student about the terrible, horrible, loathsome
and/or really cool things they had heard about this amazing super-
villain. Sabretooth may not have any friends, but he was famous.
The felinoid said nothing to anyone, only grunted and snorted as he
took a seat at the other end of the table where no one was sitting.
He put his large left fore-arm in front of his plate and pulled it
toward him; then he practically buried his head in his plate as he
devoured his food, using his fingers to feed himself rather than a
knife or fork. It was a gross sight and most looked away.
From within her mind Dr. Grey called out to Charles. *How can we even
begin to tame this this animal, Charles? Look at him! He's too wild
and too far gone for any of us here to reach.*
Charles continued to eat his toast using the best of etiquette, as he
carried on his mental conversation with Jean. *If I had a dime for
every time I heard those every same words about so many others here,
I would be well, I would be a VERY rich man.*
Scott noticed Jean smiling and he asked her what for. "Inside joke."
Was all she had to say.
Just then, Mercy walked up to the table. She was wearing a dark blue
over-sized T-shirt with Winnie the Pooh and Eeyore on the front and a
pair of casual slacks made from a flower print. Her flip-flop denim
shoes made a "clomp-clomp" noise as she walked.
She had with her a young petite girl with lavender colored hair and
skin. The little tyke wore a white T-shirt with a jumping Tigger on
its front and a pair of torn jeans. From the corner of his eye,
Sabretooth caught the sight of them both, just as he picked up his
plate and began licking it.
The tiny girl with Mercy saw what he was doing and smiled at the
sight. When Sabretooth saw the child looking at him, for a moment the
feline side of his mind wondered if snapping at her with his
ferocious teeth and giving her one of his terrifying roars would
impress her. But even he knew this was not the way to act around
For reason's unknown, Mercy chose to sit on Sabretooth's side of the
table, with nothing but a seat between him and her, and the child sat
across the table from Mercy. All at the other end of the table saw
this, and began to worry. All except for the Professor, who just
slightly waved his hand to signal that they need not interfere.
Both the child and Mercy were a little too close for Sabretooth's
comfort, though he himself knew they were no real threat. He finished
licking off his plate and set it down slowly; watching both of them
"Morning, Tiger." Mercy chirped as she started pouring cream into her
An angry scowl covered his face. "Name's Sabretooth." Was all he
growled. Mercy turned to look at him. She stopped stirring her coffee
for a second and defiantly responded, "Well, I was close. It's not
like you ever hear of a sabretooth puma now do you?" He growled again
only more loudly, but this time the little girl across the table
giggled at the sound.
Mercy eye's popped wide open; she dropped her spoon and pointed a
shaking finger at Sabretooth. "You are a genius!" She boldly
exclaimed. Mercy could hardly contain herself. She practically jumped
up and looked to everyone at the other end of the table. "Everybody,
did you hear that? She said something! Well maybe not said something,
but Clarice DID make a sound. I heard it. Did any of you?" They all
shook their heads.
Mercy looked at Clarice. She gently spoke to the girl. "Go on honey;
do it again so they can here you too." But all the bashful child
could do was pull her knees up to her head and burry her face in her
lap while covering her head with her hands. She sat on the chair
looking very much like a tortoise hiding in her shell.
Mercy sat back down disappointed. "You heard her, didn't you?" She
asked the felinoid.
"The squirt giggled. Big deal." Obviously, Sabretooth didn't
appreciate the circumstances. "Yes it is a big deal!" Mercy informed
him. "Clarice and her brother have been here for about a month now,
and this is the first time she's made so much as a peep." Then she
added a grateful, "Thanks to you." Suddenly, she had an idea. "Hey, I
know. Make that noise again, maybe she'll giggle some more."
Sabretooth started growling the moment Mercy referred to his prideful
growl as "noise". But this time Clarice did not make a sound. She
kept herself hidden away in her own make-believe shell.
A few moments went by. "OK Tiger, you can stop now, it doesn't look
like she's going for it this time." Mercy looked surprised when he
did not stop his fearsome growl. "Oh my gosh, you're really mad
aren't you?" she sincerely sounded sympathetic. "Was it something I
This brought Sabretooth's growling to a screeching halt. A puzzled
look came over his face. He paused for a moment as if he was
collecting his thoughts on the matter, but then changed his mind at
the last moment. "Aww, skip it." He sighed and picked up his cup of
coffee to take a sip. He then looked back at Mercy and gave her a
hard long look. "You know something Fluffy, you're the strangest
person I've ever met." To which she happily replied. "Me too!"
Sherry Brown quietly waited off stage behind the cameras as Senator
Kelly sat down with Bob Scheifer to "Face The Nation". One of the
shows writers stood close to her and whispered. "You do realize
Kelly's chances of being re-elected are so small, that a piss ant
would have to squint its eyes just to see it."
"That's your opinion. I think people will see he's an insightful man
who is willing to admit to his mistakes."
"Riiiight, and monkeys are flying where?" The writer quipped. Sherry
rolled her eyes at him. "Look," he went on. "It's not like I'm for or
against mutant registration. Frankly, I don't care one way or the
other. But if I was a mutant, I wouldn't trust him, and now that he's
turned his back on humans, well they're not going to either. If
memory serves me right, Paul from Tarsus was someone else who
suddenly went from persecuting Christians to becoming one of their
most respected leaders. But " and the writer stressed his
words. "That was after he became one himself. So naturally he in turn
was persecuted for the rest of HIS life."
Sherry just gave the man an angry look, but realized he had made a
"So, this is what x-men do." Sabretooth's voice was loud and
sarcastic. The kids in the corner of the rec-room immediately stopped
playing foos-ball to watch and see what he would do next. Rogue
especially kept a suspicious eye on the super-villain.
The felinoid put his hands on his hips as he nodded his head. "Just
sit around on your lazy asses and watch TV. Humph."
"Not to burst your bubble or anything Sabretooth, but you are
felinoid, and it's a known fact that felines sleep most of their
lives away." Jean's voice was unusually cool as she spoke to him from
the couch where she and Scott sat next to each another.
"Yeah, well we just like saving up our energy, for the important
stuff that's all." He spoke under his breath as he began looking for
a place to sit.
Charles, who was also in the room, pointed to the TV screen. "It's
starting, shhh." Sabretooth growled for a second but he did so
quietly. He was starting to accept the Professor as his new Alpha."