She had her father's cold, blank, eyes, anyone could see that. Infact, most of her face belonged to him. Most of her face, but all of soul.
S.H.I.E.L.D. had thought they'd locked up 'her' forgood. Locked her up where not even Creed could get to her, or her get to him. For eight long years she sat in that dim,cell. And for eight long years 'de'd' been planning. Planning to get back, what was his. Planning his victory, Planning the fall of the X-Men, Planning his revenge.
His name was Victor Creed, but everyone elce called him Sabertooth.As one of his enimies had said "He's the most twisted S.O.B. you could ever meet." He was. He'd taken down three of his old coleges in the Wepon X program. Mavric, OmegaRed, and Silver Fox, three down and one to go.
Creed placed his hands on the girl's sholders, bending down on one knee, he wispered from behind, "you know who took you away." His voice was sweetly frightning. "She" growled softly, her hands curling in to fists. "S.H.I.E.L.D"
She murmered. A smile slowly grew on Creed's face. He'd have his revenge.The X-Men would fall, and Wolvereen wouldn't have a chance. " Two agenst a whole armw'Creed thought as he rose' I like the odds"
