Fic: Helter Skelter (Rogue/Sabertooth)
Title- Helter Skelter
Summary- Takes place 10 years after X-3 ( she didn't take the cure but figured out how to control her powers.) Rogue has grown tired of the white-hat image of the X-Men and goes off the reservation and has been using her training to become an assassin for hire. But things get complicated when she's contracted to kill one Victor Creed. Based on the songs of the Beatles (it's wierd but it works).
Disclaimer- I own nothing
Pairing- Rogue/Sabertooth (not the Tyler Mane Sabertooth but the Liev Schreiber one.)
Rated- R (for now) for violence, language, character death, sex (the angry variety), and betrayal
Based on the song "Nowhere Man" by the Beatles
Rogue really didn't know what was so fantastic about Canada that made Logan and Victor want to spend most of their free time there. It was insanely cold and and the places they were most likely to found wasn't anywhere near what could be called civilization. She sighed as she looked at the map that her employer had faxed to her, the feral was living out in the middle of the woods in a small cabin.
She had been slightly taken aback when she learned he was living in an actual structure. Rogue had imagined more of a cave or maybe just sleeping a tree. The big mutant wasn't necessarily known for his humanity but then again it had been 12 years and maybe he had just gotten a craving for centralized air.
Victor hadn't worked for Magneto since Liberty Island, but he hadn't turned over a shiny new leaf in the least. According to his file, he was a lot like her; he took on the first job he was asked for, the more violence the better.
The road before her was open and desolate as she headed deeper into the Canadian Rockies, the heart of nowhere. Rogue had made it over the boarder with no fuss, her weapons all hidden in strategic custom made compartments in the small car. The light was falling beyond the horizon and she knew she would end up driving through the night to reach her destination. She only had a week and a half to get the job complicated, which was longer than most of the jobs Rogue was assigned for. But Victor would take a little more to kill than just a bullet to the head, which would require a bit more finese.
Rogue smirked and just turned the radio up to almost it's maximum, no one was around to hear.
The sun was setting and Victor sat on his small front porch in a rickety old chair that barely held his weight. A half used cigarette in one hand as it's partner gripped the neck of a Jack Daniel's bottle. He had been waiting all day on his mystery guest and they had yet to show themselves.
He was growing annoyed and bored with sitting still for so long. Normally he'd be on the hunt for whoever was hunting him, but he was curious so he stayed put. He hadn't been contacted by anyone for anything messy and fun for two weeks and he was going slightly stir crazy. The animals surrounding his domain were suffering from his lack of work, but he did have enough meat stored to get him through the winter and then some.
Victor sighed and moved to prop his feet up on the porch railing and he shifted further down in his seat before taking a swig of Jack. The sun hid itself behind the rising mountains and darkness came in its absence. The bug zapper responded accordingly and switched on, humming softly in the cool night air.
The feral closed his eyes and let his other senses take over. He coud hear animals taking to their shelters for the long night, while others began to wake and roam the land. Victor inhaled deeply and opened his eyes as he caught the scent of a female mutant making her way stealthily to his humble abode. She reeked of gun powder, motor oil, and cigarette smoke; Camel Lights if he was correct and he knew he was. Underneath the other powerful scents was Strawberry shampoo and Honeysuckle.
Victor could only remember one person with that unique combonation of scents. The feral took another swig of Jack and as he moved to set it down on the porch, a gunshot resounded throughout the woods and the glass bottle shattered, spilling the precious liquid all over the weathered wood.
"Bitch, that was a new bottle," he grumbled as he dropped his cigarette and ground it out with the toe of his boot.
Another shot and Victor tilted his head to the left to avoid the bullet meant for the space between his eyes. "I know you know that won't kill me, you have my attention sweet cheeks, to what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked as he stepped off the porch and began to walk over to the tree she was currently in.
She didn't answer and he could hear her moving through the branches, trying to retreat. "You come all this way to shoot at me twice and then leave?" the feral asked in amusement. "Come on girly, you might as well tell me why you're here, or at least give me some money to replace the liquor you robbed me of."
The young woman was moving farther and farther away from him and he shrugged happily before giving chase.
He was right behind her and heading straight towards her trap. If she was lucky he would be stupid enough to fall for into her hastily made ambush. His change in demeanor from the snarling beast that barely said three intelligable words to the snarling sarcastic beast suggested that maybe she should have read the rest of the file she had been given.
She dropped to the ground and barely stumbled before she took off through the dark forest. Rogue couldn't help but wish she had super-human speed like that Pietro Maximoff she had heard off a few years back. It certainly would make running away from a homicidal maniac a lot easier and less worrisome.
A premature sigh of relief passed her lips as she saw the cluster of trees she had charged with high explosives coming closer and closer to her. It was highly unlikely that the explosion would kill him but she was almost certain that it would knock him out long enough to chop his head off. Slipping her hand into her jacket pocket she grasped the detonater ready to flip the switch as soon as she was in the clear.
Her heart was pounding in her ears as she passed the first few trees rigged to explode. Rogue's legs burned from being pushed so hard but despite the pain she pressed on. Just a little further and the dark night would be lit up like a Vietnam war zone.
Rogue cried out in surprise as what felt like a brick wall side swiped her. The young woman hit the ground hard, Victor landing on top of her, smothering him with his muscled wieght. Her vision blurred as she looked up at the feral's dark face, she tried to trigger the bombs but found that she couldn't move with Victor on top of her and there was no place where their skin was touching. He certainly was smarter than she had given him credit, damned cat that he was.
"Long time no see kid," he growled softly.
Her eyes closed and she sighed tiredly, resigned to her death in the middle of nowhere at the hands of Logan's sworn enemy. Consciousness left her swiftly and she went completely limp beneath him.
Victor chuckled as he looked down at her. She had certainly grown up into a beautiful woman since the last time he had seen her. The white streaks she had recieved from powering Magento's mutant making machine still adorned her shoulder length hair. Her lanky frame had filled out into a nice hour glass figure and she had grown an impressive set of tits as well, the soft humps pressed against his broad chest in a pleasant sensual way.
He leaned down to sniff her neck, making sure not to touch her skin. She was out like a light and it would be easy to kill her without a second thought. It certainly would get Wolverine's blood boiling if he shipped her dismembered body to him on overnight Fed-Ex.
The feral was curious, however, it had been years since he had last seen her. It didn't make any sense for her to come after him for kidnapping her 12 years prior. Especially with a sniper rifle and numerous sets of high explosives that she had rigged the trees around them with.
Moving off of her prone body he quickly picked her off the ground and began to make his way back to his cabin. What he would do with her once he got her there he had no idea.