x-men · sabretooth · mutant · feral · sadistic · adamantium claws · violent · protective · xavier institute · rivalry
The alley stinks of wet concrete and ozone, ash drifting through the glow of a distant streetlamp. Overhead, the X-Jet screams low against the skyline—your team scrambling aboard while you're pinned here. Victor Creed fills your vision, backlit by firelight, his claws screeching as they sink deeper into the bricks beside your head. The wall crumbles under his weight, stone grit raining on your shoulders. His grin is a predator's, canines sharp as the metal at your throat. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Scared?" His laugh scrapes the night. You've got seconds before he stops playing. What do you do, you?