SEVERING TIES The birth of Vicky Creed

By Angela Vale

Rated R for language, and the repetative brandishing of internal organs. This story features Sabretooth and characters which are creations of Angela Vale. Sabretooth is a trademark of Marvel comics. This is an unauthorised work and no profit is being made.This work is (c) of Angela Vale 2002. Please do not archive without permission of creator.

1 Envy

Five years earlier...

"It's not fair, Hugo. Why can't I be mutant as well?" spoke the teenage girl to her older brother.

"Eve, not everybody can be a mutant. Some people see it as a curse." he spoke to her as he packed his bags.

"Those people are only jealous not to have been born a mutant like you." she sighed, "like me, Hugo. I'm one of those people." He didn't reply. He knew how much she wanted to be a mutant.

It was a well known factor, that any mutation would come out at puberty. She was now seventeen and pretty miserable with it. He, on the other hand, was a high level mutant. The Russian government had shown an interest in his abilities and had offered him a place in their elite guard. His father, who was a multi millionaire Mafia boss, had got him the place through various contacts and although Hugo was angry at his fathers actions without his permission, he agreed to go.

Eveline had been very close to her brother since their mother died when she was seven. She had never liked her father very much, even if he bought her everything she wanted. He had underground fortresses in three different countries and was highly regarded in the Mafia circle.

"Why can't you tell me where you are going?" Eve spoke again. Hugo looked up from his almost full suitcase.

"It's not my idea. It's something top secret so I can't speak of it. Not that I know what it is I'm not supposed to say." he smirked.

"What do you know?" she smiled.

"I'm going to Russia. I'm supposed to be trained up for some elite program of mutant soldiers." he shut the lid to his case.

"Oh man. That's just typical. Why didn't I guess it would be mutant related? Too obvious for me to spot wasn't it. Can I tag along, just until you get your room and that. I wont get in the way. I promise." she grinned. Her brother smirked again.

"I don't see why not."


* * * * *

On the plane journey, he told her of how he got this job. She was curious, so she asked.

"I thought that Dad wanted you to take over his business when he died?" she drank the orange juice offered by the hostess on board one of her father's private jets.

"Maybe he isn't planning on dying any time soon. Either that or he's going to give it to you." He shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't want his life when he dies. If that is his plan, I'm gonna sell up and move somewhere nice and hot." she stated.

"Severing ties can be a little more difficult than just selling up, Eve." he laughed

"I could disappear, I could be....well, maybe I couldn't. But I'm working on it. I don't have to be a mutant to be cool you know." he laughed. She didn't.

"Cool? It isn't about cool Eve, it's about control over what ever God gives you. And from where I'm standing, God gave you a pretty face and a wealthy lifestyle."

"Not much to control is it." she sighed.


They arrived at the Russian bases small, but adequate, airport. The Russian government were informed of Hugo Marcelle's uncanny mutant abilities and wanted to use them in their network of super soldiers (highly trained and powerful mutants) Unknown to Hugo, he was to be brain washed and programmed to be controllable so that he would carry out their every whim. Hugo's power was extremely unusual and extremely deadly. He had the ability to focus his attentions on something, clench his fists, which begin to glow, and by sheer concentration, he was able to disintegrate and burn away the outer layers of what ever he was concentrating on, including human beings, a charred skeleton would remain.

Eve followed Hugo out of the plane and across the landing bay. To their surprise, there was nobody there to meet them, except for three men in battle armour. Eveline looked at the men and suddenly didn't want to be here any more.

"Let's go home. I don't like it here." Eveline said quietly. Hugo hushed her as they approached the guards. Hugo went to speak to one of them.

"I've been summoned here by the agency." he said fishing in his pocket for the letter he received. Caught off guard, one of the men slit Eve's throat from behind, without a word she fell to the ground clutching at her throat as the blood poured. Hugo was so stunned, he was shot a few times before his power kicked in. He focused his attentions on the two attackers nearest to him and his power erupted. The two men screamed with agony as he stripped them of their skin, burning from the outside in. The two charred and steaming bodies barely hit the ground when the third, the biggest, man jumped Hugo from behind. He had already began to gut Hugo before his power kicked in. He began to burn the man, but his own pain became too great for him to concentrate. The attacker sliced open his throat with a clawed hand and let him slump to the ground, like a rag doll. Hugo was dead.

Eve wasn't. She managed to sit up and took a long look at the man. He was very tall, well built, with blonde hair. He caught her stare and grinned at her. He walked over to where she was, reached down and picked her up by the back of her neck. Looking directly at her, he noticed that her throat wound had seemingly stopped bleeding. She looked back, horrified as to what her final moment looked like it was. He pointed a claw at her face and slowly sliced her face from forehead to the tip of her nose. He watched the blood began to pour out, but just as quickly, it healed.

"That all you can do?" he laughed, "that's real pathetic, kid." he threw her against a wall,

"You ain't even worth killin'." he grinned before running into the night. She lay on the floor, her throat cut and her face sliced. She passed out.


2 Wrath

"How did this happen? It was supposed to be a high security matter. No one should have known." the suited woman asked rhetorically. She was in a mortuary standing over the dead body of Hugo Marcelle.

"Severe lacerations to his stomach and throat. He died immediately." said the mortician.

"Yes, I can see that Harper, your analysis of how he died is not necessary, you may leave." Without another word, Harper left the room. The woman placed her hand upon her brow.

"It's just typical. We are on the verge of possessing one of the most powerful mutants to come our way and he is taken out before we have a chance to put his talents to use."

"Don't sweat it, Kimball. I'm more interested in those who did this." said a suited man as he entered the room from the shadowed entrance. The room had four metal slabs, each with seemingly dead bodies upon them.

"Mr Dietrich?" spoke Kimball, the suited woman.

"Perhaps Mr Marcelle had put out word of his son to more than one government." he spoke in his well articulated accent.

"Why would he do that?" asked Kimball.

"To see who would offer the most, perhaps. He is a man without morals, Kimball. Do you know that he was to play an integral part in the reprogramming of his own son? The man is a fine piece if work." he laughed and shook his head. "I have to say though, I have no idea what part his young daughter played in all this." Kimball couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"But that is outrageous. He put both of his children up for the treatment?" she asked. Dietrich shook his head.

"It is a well known fact, that Miss Marcelle wasn't a mutant. I think that she was just simply unfortunate enough to have been in the wrong place at the wrong time." he grinned.

"Who do you think is responsible for the assassination Mr Dietrich?" asked Kimball as she covered the blooded face of the deceased Hugo Marcelle. They walked over to the two skeletons of the two guards Hugo killed. Deitrich was about to voice his opinion, but he was interrupted by a sudden sharp, violent cough and gasp for air. Eveline sat up and the sheet fell from her face. The blood had dried up around her face and neck. Kimball fainted. She tried to speak.

"Hu...." she couldn't speak for the coughing. "Hug....gak..." she doubled up and coughed a final cough before speaking the name she was trying to say, "Hugo." Deitrich looked at her with a horrified expression. He stood motionless, as Eveline got up from her metal slab and walked towards him. He looked as if he had seen a ghost and found himself unable to move. She glanced to the side and looked under the sheet that her brother was lying.

"He's dead isn't he. My father is partly responsible. Is that what you were saying?" asked Eveline as she looked back to Deitrich. Deitrich nodded rapidly. She picked up a scalpel that was near to the sink, grit her teeth, and in an overwhelming rage, she ran at him, full force stabbing him over and over in the chest and stomach. He dropped to the ground holding his chest. Barely alive, he didn't speak. Eveline kneeled down next to him.

"You were going to destroy my brother anyway, so you'll not see another day." she sliced open his throat and watched the blood pour from his wounds. She dropped the scalpel and looked down at her blood soaked hands. She spotted a sink at the other side of the room. She slowly walked to it and washed the stained blood away from her skin. She looked up and into the mirror, noticing there was no scar on her neck. She grinned upon her revelation. The man who had killed her brother had noticed it before she had, it made her a little bitter. She dried herself with a hand towel and turned around.

Looking around the room, there was only one exit and that led to the rest of the complex. She started removing Kimball's clothing and replaced her own blood soaked clothes for hers. Now donning Kimball's dress suit, she was ready to leave, ready to avenge her brother. She crouched down to pick up Deitrich's spectacles and placed them on her face. She looked like a regular employee. Unnoticed, she was able to leave the complex without suspicion.


* * * * *

Thirteen days later, Eveline reached the Crystal Hotel in Chicago, Illinois. She walked through the foyer and straight through to the back of the hotel and into a small room. She pressed her hand to the metal plate hidden on the wall.

"It's Eve." she said aloud, and slid down the metal tube and into a secure silver room. Her father stood there, waiting. He had been informed that Eveline had entered the hotel, and had been waiting for her.

"Eveline, I am so glad you are alive." he said, coldly.

"And Hugo? How do you feel about him?" said Eve just as icy.

"I am devastated. Had I known that he was walking into a trap.....I would have offered my life in his stead." he spoke with no emotion to his voice. Eve nearly laughed, but kept it all in. He didn't ask of her seemingly divine resurrection. She thought that maybe he hadn't been informed of her over exaggerated death.

"Where is Jacob?" Eve asked of his personal valet?

"In his chamber, I suspect." he looked at her, "Come, we must prepare for our evening meal."

"I am not hungry." Eve snapped, "I need some sleep." Eve walked in the direction of her room, leaving her father standing alone. Hugo had taught her his knowledge of the fortresses systems, she would put her knowledge to good use. She waited until it was late at night before making her move.

She slipped into the ventilation system, through her room, and crawled along the labyrinth of tunnels to find her destination. It took some time before she found the correct room. Jacob usually spent a lot of his time in this room, surveying the hotel and fortress through the camera system. He had gone to bed, the room was empty, but active. She was able to jump into the room with as little noise as possible, before sitting in the control seat. She keyed in Hugo's password and had access to do what ever she wished.

She programmed the systems to operate only on her voice command, and left the room by the usual exit.

She went to the kitchen, picked up the scariest looking knife and walked silently to her father's personal guard's room. She looked down upon the snoring figure and stabbed him four times. He died immediately as she punctured his lungs and one stab went right through his heart. The blood had squirted up at her. She looked down at what she had done, grinned and began to hack off his head.

Jacob was next. She crept into his room. He was still awake, in his small bathroom, taking a shower. She silently walked in and smiled as she pulled back the shower curtain and scared him half to death. He looked at her, blood soaked and then at her knife. He found himself too shocked to say anything, except:

"Please don't." she tilted her head to one side, screwed up her face, gritting her teeth and drove the knife into him, five, six, seven times. She had always hated Jacob and there was no stopping her after the first lunge. His naked blood soaked body fell into a heap as the blooded water swirled around him. She laughed a little at the sight.

She sat in the dark kitchen awaiting dawn. It was then, that the cook woke up to prepare the days meals. She heard movement and hid in the pantry. The lights flickered on and she peeked into the kitchen. Francine, the cook, put the kettle on. Eve grinned as she saw her moving towards the fridge. Francine opened it, screamed and shut the door with a horrified expression on her face. She breathed heavily, in shock, and put her hands to her face. Eve came up behind her and rammed her head into the fridge door three times before letting go and watching her fall to the ground. The woman clutched her bleeding head. Eve smiled.

"That's for never making me anything I liked" she grinned before repeatedly forcing the knife into her back. She walked over to the fridge and opened it. She reached in and took out a carton of milk, which was next to the two disembodied heads of Jacob and the personal goon. She grinned and drank from the carton.

She silently walked to her fathers bedroom, just beyond the huge bathroom. She crept into the room. Her father was snoring. She stood at the side of the bed.

"Lou, wake up you disgusting piece of human faeces." she spoke her father's name. The last thing she wanted to do after all that had happened, was to admit to herself that she was his daughter. Her father's eyes blinked open.

"Eveline? Is everything okay?" he sat up. She grabbed the collar of his pajamas.

"Everything's pretty god damned far from okay, Lou. Hugo is dead."

"Calm yourself, Eveline. Everything is okay now, we have to put Hugo's death behind us." he noticed her bloodied clothes and face for the first time, "What have you been doing?" he said in a tone of fear. Eve revealed the knife to him. He swallowed the ball in his throat. She stabbed him once in the stomach and twisted the knife before pulling it out. She pulled him off the bed and he lay bleeding onto the Persian rug.

"I beg to differ, Lou. I know that you were responsible for Hugo's death, you especially can't forget so easily, I'm gonna make you remember for the rest of your life, but don't worry, that won't be for very much longer." she stabbed him once again. He screamed with pain.

"It was all your fault." she looked down on her bleeding father and smirked. "How does it feel to know that you are going to die? Hugo didn't get this long to contemplate his death, you should be honoured that I have given you these last few moments to think back over your measly existence on this planet." He gurgled as the blood began to pool into his throat. She sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You see, it's like this, after all these years of envy, I find that I am a mutant after all. I nearly died too, didn't you know, or didn't you care?" He made a gagging sound. "Don't you dare die yet." She rolled him onto his side and the blood poured out of his mouth. "They thought I was dead. I got better." She grabbed her father by the sides of his face. "This is what it felt like." she said before running the blade along his neck, slitting it open. He looked into her eyes as he died. She let his head drop.

"If there is a Heaven or Hell, take this opportunity to give your regards to Hugo." she stood up and left the room.


3 Greed

She went and sat in the rec. room, grinning for the remainder of the morning. Some voices broke the silence. They had come through the secret entrance. She had forgotten to reset the personnel files in the control room. She didn't act fast enough. She cursed herself as she heard the screams.

"Stacey..." her voice trailed off as she heard her fathers personal doctor. A man entered the room. He looked upon her as she sat on the leather couch, covered in dried blood. Slowly, she raised her head and looked right back at him. She jumped up and held up the used knife. She grinned. Her expression changed rapidly as five armed men came rushing into the fortress, all pointing their weapons at her. She lunged forward and stabbed one of them, another shot her in the shoulder, making her fall to the floor. She went to get up, but someone from behind her smothered her in chloroform.

Eve woke up in a room, shackled to a chair. She looked up to see four people starring at her. She screwed up her face and struggled to break free.

"We understand from Mr Murdock, that you single handedly took out everyone in your home last night." spoke a woman with an annoying accent. Eve said nothing.

"Your brother was killed a little over two weeks ago, is that right?" she spoke again. Still, Eve said nothing.

"You can speak freely, Ms Marcelle." said a male voice. She looked at him and narrowed her eyes.

"You Murdock?" she said, not taking her eyes of him.

"That's right." he nodded.

"Fuck you." she said enjoying watching the facial expressions change. She laughed.

"No need to further this hearing...she will be taken to your facility, Mr Murdock. As it is perfectly obvious that she isn't about to talk, killing her father, cook and beheading two of her home members is all the evidence that we need. We have no need to see her any longer." said the woman. The three strange faces got up and left the room.

"You are special," said Murdock, now they were alone. "your brother was an alpha class mutant, I cannot believe for a second that you haven't got any mutant powers within you." And with that, she was escorted, shackled, to a room within a small building, still within Chicago. As far as she could make out, she was to be moved tomorrow, to his "facility", whatever that was. She was watched by one guard. She faked crying and carried on. The guard took pity on her, a seventeen year old girl.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"As well as can be expected." she blubbered.

"Your wrists are swollen." he said as he came closer to look at them. She quickly raised her hands and smashed him in the face with the cuffs, rendering him unconscious. She grabbed his gun with her bound hand, jumped up and crawled out of a window and slid down the fire escape to freedom. She ran to a deserted spot, far away from the building.

She quickly made her way to Stacey's apartment block. She knew her father had gotten her a place since she didn't like living in the fortress with the rest of them.


Upon her father's death, she was able to think of an elaborate plan to make it look like somebody else murdered him. After all she was only seventeen years old and couldn't be convicted anyway. Everything went swimmingly and she inherited his fortune. Things couldn't have turned out better, given the sorrowful circumstances. But still, she was troubled with a heart full of vengeance.

She still wanted to go after her brother's more direct killer. She didn't even know his name. She only remembered his face, his eyes, his claws, that was enough. It was quite obvious that he was a mutant, a feral mutant. Oddly enough, she admired his style, but he was still her brother's murderer and she had to take him out. Finding him would be the hard part. She had more pressing matters though, he could wait until she was ready.

"Eve, are you okay?" spoke the soothing female voice, as the woman entered the rec. room, where Eve was sitting at an empty table, thinking.

"You ask me that too often for it to be a general concern, Stacey. The question is, am I okay, medically?" Stacey was the only other survivor of her vengeful night in that very fortress. Stacey was her father's personal doctor and had been at home that night. Her work was usually based around her father's arthritis and various other, more personal needs. "You haven't been eating enough. You are becoming unnecessarily skinny."

"Is that a problem?" said Eve as she pulled her long strawberry blonde hair back into a pony tail.

"Not unless you start eating properly again." she sighed, knowing that she was fighting a losing battle with a teenager.

"Back off, Stacey. You aren't my mother. Do you think that because you were Lou's main squeeze, that you that you have authority over me?" Stacey said nothing at first. She gazed into the angry eyes of the young girl and then spoke.

"I'm sorry." she left the room. Eve had things to do and people to see, she had no time for petty concerns over her eating habits. She looked over her fathers books and discovered that a lot of his clients were deeply in debt with him. She wanted to sever all ties. But she did want her money. Rightfully, these people owed her now. She figured that if they were unable to pay up, she would dispose of them permanently, and she would do it all herself.


* * * * *

Within the space of thirteen months, she had severed all her fathers ties and had regained her money whether in green, or in the death of those who couldn't repay. All of this she had done days before her 19th birthday. She was relatively happy, but somehow, it wasn't enough.

She revelled in an emotion that she had encountered for the first time nearly fifteen months ago. Her first kill. It was an incredible feeling for her. She had now done it more times than she could remember and it was becoming addictive. She remembered how angered she felt when the clients were able to repay the money. It scared her that she was becoming to enjoy the killing and the smell of blood.

She had been careful about the use of weapons. She preferred the "up close and personal" approach, for which she used knives. Sometimes, though, it was too risky and so she used a sniper or a hand gun dependant upon the distance.

Now that she had all of her money, and that part of her personal agenda was seemingly over, she had new plans. The time for her vengeance over her brother's killer would begin now. The first thing that she had to do was become his equal. She trained in her extensively furnished gym, thus building up her body.

Within the next year, she had a physique to kill for. She wasn't satisfied with that though. She needed more. She hired a man to teach her hand to hand combat. It took a little time for her to best him in the arts, but once she overtook him, she killed him with her bare hands, to prove to herself that she could.

Still, it wasn't enough. She sought out the scientist, Dr Quincy, who was renowned for his mechanical inventions and works in cybernetics. She had him work day and night in her fortress to implant retractable adamantium claws within her fingers. He did it, but it wasn't enough. She wanted the vision, hearing and sense of smell of a feral creature. He did it for her, implanting these upon her body. She was happy with the work he had done, but still, she wanted more. She had him make up an adamantium based suit for her, something that wouldn't restrict her agility. He did it. Adamantium chain mail, so fine it moved with her body, but did it's job superbly.

Eve was happy. Dr Quincy wasn't. He had done everything she had asked of him, and he hadn't been paid, or let go.

"Is there anything that I should know about this stuff." she said as she played with her claws, retracting them.

"Only this. Dependant upon how often you use these, they could become bonded to your body forever. It will be impossible to remove if you wear them for long stints of time."

"I am ready." she grinned. "It's time to test this stuff out, and then I'll be back to pay you." she smiled at Dr Quincy. "In the meantime, get working on the portable comm. link system. That should keep you busy until I get back."

She left her fortress and left the hotel by the secret exit in the wall. She was now outside, in her new suit, with her new attributes. A tramp in the alley way muttered something. She ignored him at first but he became louder.

"sumfin's not right." he spoke with a drunken tongue, "yer look like ya've been on the TV fer sumfin, sumfin bad. Yer killed sumone." he coughed.

"What are you talking about you walking cess pit." she gave him a strange look. "Greed caused it yer know, greedy lil' princess, gets what she wants." he drank from a bottle, of what looked like sour milk. Eve looked at him.

"Do yourself a favour, old man. Die now and do everyone a favour, and that includes yourself." she spoke before walking in the direction of the park. "If you're still here when I get back, I'll kill you myself." she left his sight.

It was dark. The park was relatively empty. But Eve was determined that she would kill here tonight. She waited in the tree for half an hour before she heard a scream. Into sight came a young woman being chased by a gang of young men. She watched for a minute as they caught up to the girl and pinned her down to the floor. She grinned before leaping down from the tree.

"Hey boys." she said loud enough for them to hear. There were four of them. Three looked up to see her, the other was tugging at the girl's clothes.

"How's about you showing me some attention. You don't want me getting jealous do you?" she spoke with a smirk on her face. The fourth man looked up as well.

"What've we got here boys?" spoke one of them.

"Dunno, looks like an extra from Baywatch." said the tallest of the four. That statement got her thinking though. Maybe red was a bad colour for this style of suit. She did look like a Baywatch extra. She laughed as they got closer. One of them touched her hair. She smiled before grabbing him in the crotch. Her face became twisted as she tightened her fist. She let go and he fell to the ground in excruciating pain. She swung her leg around, knocking another unconscious. The third, she karate chopped in the face. The fourth she grabbed with one hand and clawed into his stomach with the other. He also fell to the ground. She looked down upon her victory before walking through them, kicking one of them in the face as she passed.

As she walked from the scene, the girl who they were terrorising, walked up to her.

"Thank you, I am so pleased that they got what they deserved. They really would have raped me if you hadn't come and saved me." she said, her voice full of happiness. Eve laughed and grabbed the girl by her hair.

"Look sister, I really don't care. If you want to thank me that's fine, but I didn't do it for you. Now get lost." Eve pushed the girl into some bushes and continued to walk out of the park. She made her way back to the hotel back door. The tramp had gone. She was glad, she didn't want the smell of his death on her hands. She made her way to the fortress and walked to Dr Quincy's lab.

"Is everything to your satisfaction?" he asked, hoping it was.

"Indeed. It was most effective" she pointed at the suit, "I'm not sure about the colour though. Red isn't good. It makes me look like a Baywatch stunt woman. But it will do for now." she glared at him. "I have more important things on my mind right now than what colour I'm wearing." He nodded.

"How's the comm. link coming along?" she asked eyeing the equipment on the table.

"I finished it an hour ago." he replied, "I have done all that you have asked of me and more, when will you let me go?" he asked, she narrowed her eyes.

"When I decide that I am finished with your services, and not before." she grabbed a metal restraining collar she had acquired and placed it around his neck. It was designed to shock him if he left the complex, resulting in excruciating pain and possibly kill if it were for for a length of time. She smirked and left the room, locking it behind her. He put his head in his hands and started crying. He felt as if he would never be free again.


4 Sloth

Over the next couple of days, Eve had spent her time trying out her new equipment and training in the gym. She would soon be ready for her search for her brothers killer. And she would not stop until he was dead.

It was the night of the renaming of her hotel. It would now be called Le Hotel des Angels. She went to the official opening evening there at the hotel, which entailed an evening of fine wines and gourmet meals with the top clientele. The evening went along well, even if Eve would have rather been using this time to track down her prey.

Seated next to her, at her table, was a regular patron of her hotel. A man her father used to deal with. A man of great power and influence within his circle. A man she didn't want anything to do with. He spoke to her for the first time in two years.

"Miss Marcelle, it is a pleasure to meet you again." Murdock smiled with an involuntary smugness. Eve nodded.

"Yes, I'm sure it is. However, I have as much interest in talking to you as I do with Jim Carrey, and that is like not at all." she sipped from her glass.

"Your wit is most appealing." He took her free hand and kissed the back of her velvet glove. She winced and grabbed her hand back.

"I would prefer it if you refrained from doing that, Murdock." she said angrily.

"As you wish." he said as he smiled.

The evening wore on and eventually came to a close. All of the guests had left and the streets were deserted. Eve was leaving the hotel. She had come alone and did not want company, unfortunately she wasn't granted the luxury.

"Miss Marcelle, I'm so glad that I caught you before you left." Murdock spoke as he approached her. He had been waiting for her.

"You didn't, I have left." she spoke in an irate tone as she continued walking away. A van pulled up in front of her, she turned around to see Murdock, still standing on the side walk, smiling. She threw off her coat and turned on the darkly dressed assassins in the van who had got out and were approaching her. She let out her claws and slashed the nearest of them in the face. He fell back. She lashed into a couple more before they overwhelmed her. She couldn't manoeuvre too well in her evening dress and so her fighting skills were pretty much unusable. Several of the assassins grabbed her, while another chloroformed her.

"Well done, my assassins." said Murdock smugly, as he walked over, "Put her in the van and take her to the asylum." he walked away from the van and out of sight. "At last, I have you." He smirked as he disappeared into the shadows.


* * * * * When Eve awoke the next morning, she was in an unfamiliar place. The unusual smells scared her. She had only vague memories of the day previous. She sat up and looked around. Every wall was the same, padded. She looked down at what she was wearing, it looked to her like white pajamas. She popped out her claws and started lashing at the walls, until the stuffing from them filled the room. Out of breath she sat in the middle of it breathing heavily. She glanced upwards and noticed the surveillance camera. She stood up, sliced it off the wall and smashed it up before throwing the remains to the other side of the room. Then she went for the door

In the control room, there were two men. One was watching the monitors, the other looking through some files.

"Sir, the camera is down in J9." he spoke, slightly panicked. "My god, whoever was in there has escaped."

"Inform Murdock, that's Eveline Marcelle's room!" shouted the second man. The alarm began to sound.

Eve had broken out of the room and was running down the white corridors when the alarm started. She came to the first obstacle, metal barred doors. She was able to slice through them with her claws, and move on. Two guards stood in her way, she ran her claws into one of them before the other shot at her with a dart gun. Two darts later, she was out cold.


When she awoke the second time, it was from a loud voice over a speaker. The voice boomed loud making her cover her now sensitive ears.

"Glad to see you're okay Eve." came the voice, it was just as slimy and smug as the man it belonged to. The voice didn't seem as loud now.

"You're history, Murdock." shouted Eve at the top of her voice.

"You're actions last night and today have confirmed my suspicions about you, Eve. You are a mutant, a killer, and the surprise was that adamantium in your fingers. Implanted? I figured as much. If I had known I would have put you in here straight away. The camera's caught your handiwork . In a way I'm glad you tried to escape, what's the life of one guard compared to a work of art like yourself." a low laugh was heard.

"You sure like the sound of your own voice, don't you Murdock." said Eve rhetorically. He said nothing at first.

"I'm sure your stay here will be pleasant, as long as we all co-operate." he said.

"Co-operate? With you? You have got to be kidding."

"Time will tell, won't it, Eve." the voice faded away. Eve looked around the room. This time the walls were metal. Adamantium. There was no door and the walls so high the surveillance couldn't be tampered with. This was her prison, her hell.


Two months past, she became weaker. Food was dropped from a high up window. Nobody spoke to her. She was treated like a caged animal. She was alone, and had no one to be hostile against.

On one day, a day like all the others, something different happened. A gas was released into the room, knocking her to sleep. When she awoke she had metal mittens on her hands and was sat in an empty smaller room. She wasn't long awake, when somebody entered the room. A tall man.

"Hello, Eve. Feeling better now?" spoke the man, she recognised him.

"Murdock, right?" she said. He grinned

"Glad you remember. You have successfully completed stage one of your training. You'll need to speak with one of our resident analysts, once you have completed that, you will move onto bigger and better things." He smiled at her, "I promise." she watched him pace up and down. "It's late, your first session starts in one month. Pleasant dreams, Eve." he said before locking the door behind him.

The next day she was forced to sit with other patients, other captors. Some had been drugged up. She didn't need to be. She sat all day every day with her metal mittens on in the same chair for a solid month, she didn't get up for anything, except for when she was ushered to her room each night. She wouldn't even feed herself. She called it depression, her nurse called it sloth.

Eventually, a month passed. That morning, she was awoken and ushered into a cleansing area. Still with metal mittens on, she was immaculately scrubbed and put into new clean clothes. After that, she was to see her analyst for the first time.

She entered the room and was urged to sit down on the opposite side of the desk. Eve looked at the man. He was balding and wore a pair of delicate spectacles. He looked back at her, uncomfortably. He smiled nervously. All the years that he had been doing this, he would never be comfortable in the company of killers.

"My name is..." he began, Eve interrupted.

"Dr McGillen." she smirked as she spoke for the first time in a month, "It says so on the door."

"Yes, quite." he let out a nervous laugh. "I have been assigned to be your psycho analyst for the next four weeks and I suggest that we share with each other, any problems we have right from the start, in order to get all of that out of the way and then we don't have to let that dominate our sessions..." Eve interrupted again.

"I'll start. I am sick to the back teeth of being treated like a piece of meat, being ushered everywhere like a damned sheep. Being treated like a child And I am sick to death of these metal mittens. I don't want to be here, I never wanted to be here. I was snatched of the street from my normal life and I want to leave." she grinned, "Does that give us somewhere to start?" McGillen stared at her with a gob smacked look upon his face. It was obvious that all these things had mounted up over the past few months and she was ready to burst.

"I believe so." he stated and leafed through some notes on his desk. "Eveline Marcelle, 20 years of age, blonde, six foot four, blue eyes weighs 143 pounds."

"That's me." she leaned back into the chair.

"This is interesting, Apparently, Mr Murdock suspects that you murdered your own father and brother." he didn't look up and carried on, "He also says that you killed some of his clients for outstanding debts. This is where Murdock's interest lies. The fact that you could murder your own family." he looked up, tears were rolling down her face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Eveline, maybe we should stop there." he looked at her with a truly apologetic face.

"Maybe I should add to the list of reasons why I should have these mittens removed." she said as she cried. McGillen stepped around the desk and got out a tissue for her. He wiped away her tears. "I don't want to stop here, McGillen. I have hardly spoke in three months. This is helping." she half smiled at the man.

"You are unlike any patient I have had before, Eve." he smiled, comfortable for the first time in his long career with Murdock.

"I didn't kill my brother, Doctor." she spoke quietly.

"And the others?" he asked.

"I had my reasons." she spoke directly to him, her voice gaining confidence with each sentence.

"Care to tell me why?" he asked.

"When I am ready, doctor. When I am ready." she smiled.


5 Lust

Two more months had passed. Eve's condition was improving. She had been released from the metal mittens, but now had her hands placed in metal gloves, so she could use her fingers, but still restricted enough to keep her claws at bay. She was given her own room with her own bed and study area for any activities she cared for. She had taken to art. She was granted the request of a news paper each morning. She had lost touch with the world, a newspaper would give that back to her.

It was Tuesday morning and the nurse brought her the morning paper with her breakfast. Eve nodded to her as she wheeled it in. She opened her paper and there he was, the face of her brother's murderer.

"Sabretooth." she grinned and read the article. "Also known as Victor Creed? Hmm, nice name for a killer. Ha!" she became excited at the prospect of taking him out. She ripped out the article and pasted it to her cell wall.

"When I get out of here, I'm coming for you, Creed." she was in a good mood all day. The nurses were pleased with her progress, as was McGillen.


* * * * *

"What's brightened up your day, Eve?" he asked

"A guy." she grinned and looked at McGillen.

"A guy?" he questioned.

"Oh yes, he's not exactly the type you'd take home to meet your parents, but then mine are dead, so I guess it doesn't matter." she laughed.

"You're in love?" he questioned again in disbelief.

"More like lust actually." she laughed, "I lust after the day when he will be mine. My life will be complete when I can freely run my fingers through his guts."

"His guts? You've got your eyes on someone you want to take out?" he smiled. "I think that means that you're ready for Murdock's physical and mental training sessions, if the urge to kill is coming back I mean." he reached for the phone. She slammed it back down.

"I only want the one guy." she smiled and ran her cheek close to his, "you've got to get me out of here." she whispered into his ear, before standing up and walking to her seat. He looked upon her with a dire shock. He shook his head. Eve narrowed her eyes and mouthed the word "please". The camera was pointing the other way. It began to move back, she grinned again.

"That mean we're finished for the day then?" she stood up and headed for the door.

"I guess so." he said and buzzed the door for her so that she could leave." upon her exit, he massaged his eyes with his fore finger and thumb. He then looked at his notes and lied.


At breakfast, the next day, the nurse brought her breakfast with her newspaper, as usual. She read through it for a mention of Sabretooth. A small article entitled :"Seen in New York"

"That's a start." She grinned.

"What's a start?" came a voice she didn't want to hear. She lowered her paper.

"Murdock, what do you want, can't you see I'm trying to read the morning news?", she closed the paper.

"Not any more. I came to personally congratulate you on your progress here. Dr McGillen informs me that you still need a few more weeks in his care before moving on to my classes, which are the most enjoyable, I assure you." he grinned his smug grin and she looked away.

"Why is it, every time you smile, I want to leave the room?" she said as she got up off her bed.

"My irresistible charm, perhaps?" he laughed.

"Yeah, whatever, Murdock, now would you mind leaving, I want to eat my breakfast." she said shoving him away from her breakfast tray and turning her back on him. He looked at her for a minute, before running his hands along her shoulders. She turned around shaking him off. He grabbed her again at her sides and forced a kiss upon her. She didn't see the sense in struggling, the sooner this was over, the sooner he would leave. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. She looked back with a scowl.

"Things are going to get closer between us, Eve. I'll see to it, personally." he grinned, she said nothing, silently hoping that McGillen would come through for her. Murdock left her alone in the room. She kicked the breakfast tray over in frustration. She slumped to the floor, despair running through her veins. She looked across at her breakfast on the floor. She immediately regretted doing it. She was hungry.

She began lifting things back onto the trolley, when she noticed a piece of paper among the mess. She picked it up and took a look at it. It was a note from McGillen. She grinned.


* * * * *

She walked into McGillen's office. He looked a little scared. She made her way over to her chair and sat down.

"Good morning, Eve. How do you feel?" he asked.

"Not too bad. I think my progress will go up a few notches today, doctor and soon, I won't need to see you at all. Murdock tells me that you told him I'll be ready for his classes soon. I can't wait." Eve grinned a sadistic grin and stood up. She walked around the desk to where he was sitting.

"And you, doctor, how do you feel?" she asked.

"Glad at your progress, Eve." he handed her a small lock pick for her metal gloves, out of the way of the video camera sweep. She took it and grinned. They continued the session and then she was sent back to her room. Waiting for the right moment to play her escape, she waited for the next morning. Ideally she would have liked to have gone at night, but her cell was magnetically sealed during the night hours.

She waited for the woman to bring her the morning paper and breakfast. It had barely gone half past six when she exited her room. There were a minimal amount of people around. Walking as inconspicuously along the corridor as she could, she was stopped by a half asleep guard.

"Where do you think you are going?" he said, yawning.

"Just out there." she grinned and let her metal gloves fall to the floor, having picked them open. She lashed out at him, catching him unawares. She grabbed his gun from him and ran through the corridors at her top speed. She sliced her way through some metal bars and came to an elevator. She hit the button for the ground floor. While she was in the elevator, the alarms began to sound.

"Damn!" she cursed. She hadn't planned for the alarms to go off so soon. The elevator doors opened to reveal three armed guards in front of her. Without hesitating, she blew all three away, point blank, with her acquired weapon. She ran through the ground floor, her heart racing, she could see the exit. Glancing around the main floor area, she saw a man in a suit talking into a mobile phone. She placed the gun on her back, by it's strap and grabbed the man from behind.

"Hey!" he said loudly. She placed her claws to his throat.

"One word, pretty boy and yer gonna be a statistic." she grinned and dragged him over to the exit. "Get me out of here, put in yer damn code." she said as quietly as she could. The man jabbed in his code and the doors opened. She slit his throat and dropped him to the floor.

"Thanks!" she said as she ran to her freedom. In her room she had been doing exercises on her arms and legs, trying to retain her physique. It was enough, her legs carried her over hills, but the pursuit had just begun. She was quite a way in front of the men following her, when she came to the edge of the hills, she discovered it was a cliff face surrounded by water. She took one look back before taking the dive. She went quite a way under the water and swam for a minute or so until she reached the surface. She heard the noise of a helicopter approaching so she took a deep breath and swam under water again.

She swam to an edge that was covered in plant life and hung in there for a few minutes before she took off again. She looked around under the water and saw two frogmen swimming after her. One of them grabbed her by the waist. She rammed his head into a rock and took his oxygen tanks and breathing mask. The other she sneaked up on, took his survival knife from him and stabbed him in the side. She tied the knife to her leg with the belt from her top. She swam underwater for an hour before the oxygen ran out and then above water for a further fifteen minutes, before finding land.


6 Pride

"Home sweet home!" said Eve as she gained entry into her underground fortress, located in Chicago. Stacey and Dr Quincy were still there, having not been able to leave, as she had been the only one with the code number to get in or out. They were watching TV in the rec. room as she stood in the doorway, wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt she had swiped from somebody's washing line.

"Howdy doody guys." grinned Eve. Stacey dropped her half full coffee cup onto the floor breaking it. Dr Quincy sat there unable to speak, still with his restraining collar on. He had hoped that after all this time, she might have died.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" she spoke again. "Jesus Christ, I've been gone for what? 4 months? and you can't even muster up a "hello"?"

"Hello, Eve." said Stacey with a jittery edge to her voice. Eve smiled.

"That's better, I know you guys aren't overly pleased to see me, but I am very pleased to see you both still here." she grinned.

She knew that it was nigh impossible for Murdock to get at her now. She was back in her impenetrable fortress, and there was no way she would let him get his hands on her again.

Her agenda had been postponed due to her time spent in Murdock's asylum, and now it was time for Sabretooth to meet his maker. A few more weeks of hacking into personnel files from Department H and various other sources, she discovered that Sabretooth would be vulnerable to a psionic attack, and thus hired a telepath for her long overdue assault upon the killer of her brother. She set up to meet the woman in question in New York, where Sabretooth was last sighted.


* * * * *

It was late. Eve sat at the casino bar in a dark blue cocktail dress, her blonde hair pinned up and a cigarette placed between the black velvet fingers of her long evening gloves. She smirked to herself as she spotted Caroline at the roulette table. Caroline being the psychic she had hired.

The two had met a week previously in Manhattan. Sabretooth had been long gone from there, but they had heard he had moved on to Las Vegas since then, that was where they had pursued him to. He had even booked into the hotel above the casino they were in, as had they. They had planned to attack him via his mind to throw him off guard. Eve had wanted to do as much damage as she possibly could both internally and externally, and so, Caroline had been paid an obscene amount of money to allow Eve access to Sabretooth's mind, although dangerous, it would be effective. Upon disruption of his mind, Eve would physically go in for the kill. It all seemed so simple. Eve was perhaps overly confident in her plan and abilities, too proud for her own good.

Eve's eyes lit up as she saw him enter the casino in a black suit. He looked different, but it was definitely him, she would never forget his face. He walked through the casino, through the crowd. Eve wondered what his business in Vegas was, surely he wasn't here to place bets. He started to walk over to her, At first she had thought he had known of her plan and began to feel a little uneasy about his approaching. She remained sitting at the bar, casually and to her surprise he wasn't walking to her, but the bar itself. He ordered a drink from the bar tender as she calmly took a drag from her cigarette, and blew out the smoke carefully eyeing him. He glanced at her, their eyes interlocked for a few seconds, before she coolly looked away. The bartender gave him his drink and he stood there, staring for a few moments, as if he was trying to place her. She could see Caroline's expression of disbelief as he stared at Eve. Eve glanced up at him.

"Is there something wrong?" she said in her most posh accent, wondering if she could make him feel uncomfortable. He just grinned.

"Just thought I knew ya from somewhere, doll."

"I'm sure that if you did know me, you wouldn't forget." she smirked and took another drag from her cigarette. He laughed.

"I guess yer right, lady." he drank from his glass, as she stood up.

"Excuse me." she slowly walked from her barstool, feeling confident, even with her back to him. He watched her for a few seconds before turning his attentions elsewhere. She signalled Caroline with her eyes and made her way to the elevator. Shortly and unsuspiciously followed by Caroline, convinced their plan was faultless.

Upon reaching Eve's room, she changed into her red adamantium suit and black thigh high leather boots, her hair loose about her shoulders and Caroline into a sleek black cat suit, her long brown hair running free down her back.

"If this doesn't work..." began Caroline. Eve interrupted.

"It will work," she smiled, "But I want to leave a message for him first. We can't do this here. There are too many people and I don't want to be disturbed." Caroline nodded. "You're not going to pussy out on me now are you?" Eve said irately.

"Let's do it." Caroline smiled. They put on their long coats so as to not attract attention. Calmly, they headed for Sabretooth's room.


* * * * *

The two women stopped outside of the room. Eve grinned and looked over to the nervous Caroline.

"He in there?" asked Eve in a quiet voice. Caroline did a psy scan of the room.

"It's empty." she replied. Eve extended one of her claws out and sliced through the lock, letting the door push open with ease. They walked in and Caroline closed the door behind them.

"He'll know someone's been here as soon as he reaches the door." muttered Caroline looking at the door.

"Yeah, we'll have to act fast." Eve threw off her coat and took a look around the room. "Tidy boy, isn't he." she grinned, "we'll have to sort that one out straight away." she pulled over bookshelves, cases, the television, sliced into the mounted pictures, ripped into the bedclothes and pillows as the feathers flew into the air. She laughed a little as she scratched a location into the wall.

"C'mon, Eve, lets get the hell out of here before he comes back." said Caroline, walking to the window. Caroline suddenly froze and her eyes widened. "...Eve." she said, quietly.

"Allright, I'm nearly done." she shook her head, "I'm the one paying you, remember."

"Eve, we have a problem." said Caroline moments before Sabretooth crashed through the outside window. Both girls watched him astounded.

"Thought I recognised ya from somewhere girlie." he said grinning, "Obviously, I did something to piss you off at some point."

"Caroline, whenever you're ready." said Eve smirking.

"Now?" said Caroline horrified, backing away. Sabretooth narrowed his eyes.

"Do it already!" shouted Eve as Caroline opened the psychic link. Eve had never expected psychic projection to be like this. She was penetrating his mind, but something was happening.

"Get out of my head!" shouted Sabretooth at the top of his voice. The strength of Sabretooth's psyche became too powerful for Caroline to hold on. They had underestimated his psychic defences, and as he fought back. The bond between Caroline and Eve weakened Caroline's powers. As he forced Caroline out of his head, a psychic backlash pushed the three into unconsciousness, still leaving Eve and Sabretooth bonded for a few moments, before he woke up. Still feeling the mental intrusion, he walked over to the half unconscious Caroline.

"Where's the damn off switch." he looked down at Caroline and grinned. "Oh, here it is." is stamped on Caroline's head, killing her and severing the link completely, causing Eve's mind to be a mass of strange emotions and memories. He walked away from the lifeless body of Caroline and moved his attentions towards the still unconscious body of Eve. He stood over her, smelling her as she awoke. He grinned.

"You're still alive." he laughed. "that's easily rectified."

"Yer not gonna get the chance, Creed!" she growled up at him, "I've been inside your head. I know what a sick puppy you are." she grinned and drop kicked him. Losing his balance, he fell to the floor. She flipped up and extended the claws from her fingers.

"Time to die!" she grinned before jumping on him and slicing into his chest. He grabbed her by the throat, and went to gut her, but her suit prevented any damage.

"Adamantium? Kid yer full o' surprises." he laughed, she kicked his stomach, making him lose his grip. She dove at him again, but he slapped her away, sending her crashing into a wall. There was a beeping noise. Creed looked at his pager and smirked.

"I haven't got time for this." he said as she stood up.

"You're mine!" she shouted, before she he ran for him, claws out. She got his arm, he sliced across her face and both's blood splattered over the room. As she swung for him again and missed, he slashed her across her leg grabbed her by the arm and threw her out of the window.

"Later, kid." he laughed as she plummeted. She scratched into the wall as she fell, luckily, her claws grip on the building was enough to stop her fall. She climbed down to the back street and looked up. Still in pain from the damage he had done to her, she shouted:

"You're mine, Creed!" Knowing there was no way she could continue this dispute now, she had to get home. She ran in front of a Porsche in the street, making the driver screech to a halt in front of her. She opened the car door and got inside, still bleeding.

"Drive me to Chicago." she said, with a pained expression on her face. The man drove away without question. Eve looked at him. He was handsome, with dark hair slicked back into a pony tail. He glanced to the side and looked at her with a certain smirk on his face.

"What are you looking at." she asked, clutching her arm.

"I thought I had better get a good look at the woman who's description I would be telling to the police." he smiled and his dark sultry eyes were back on the road. He spoke with a Mexican accent and his voice was captivating. "Just kidding." he spoke once more. Eve winced in pain, hoping she could count on this man to take her back to her fortress.

"I'm not in the mood for humour, just drive." she spoke, a little irritated. There was silence for a few minutes before she spoke again.

"What's your name?" she asked noticing the surface wound upon her arm having healed.

"Garret." he replied, not taking his eyes off the road. The fact that he wasn't petrified, or even scared, upset her a little.

"You do know that if you try anything, I'll kill you and drive myself." she smirked, before grimacing as her deeper wounds caused her pain. He lit up a cigarette and handed it to her, noticing her discomfort. She grabbed it from him and inhaled the smoke deeply, before handing it back.

"Where in Chicago do you want to go?" he awaited a reply, but she said nothing. He turned to look at her, but she had passed out, her surface wounds healed. He smirked once again and continued to drive.


7 Gluttony

Eve had been home for four days. Stacey had managed to patch up her injuries, and she was back on her feet. Garret, the man she had kidnapped to driver her home, was now living in her fortress, as her personal valet. Eve liked him a lot and he somehow, fit in perfectly. He was a fine addition to her staff and had an instant grasp upon his new position. Eve would come to depend upon him.

After her defeat, she had become some what depressed and gained a ravenous sweet tooth, thus she was consuming anything with chocolate and sugar stuffing her face, relentlessly. Garret had told her that her glutinous attitude was not going to make things any easier, or take away the frustration of her defeat. She didn't really care, she carried on eating.

Since her confrontation with Sabretooth she felt very different about everything. Her personality had changed. She was bad enough before, but now, she seemed bordering on psychotic. Her accent had changed, her attitudes had changed, and her mind was filled with memories that weren't her own. Stacey had speculated that upon Caroline's link severing, some of Sabretooth's memories had pasted themselves into hers, which did explain a lot. Eve resented the fact that she had caused all of this.


Her attitude towards her brother wasn't as strong now, almost as if she didn't care anymore, but that was Sabretooth's mind talking. For the next few weeks, things were strange for her, but she eventually she came accustomed to it and these memories and personality traits soon became her own. She still had her own drives, they were just more motivated now she had part of him in her soul.


* * * * * She had gained considerable weight, thanks to the confectionery she had consumed mercilessly over the past two months. Suddenly, without any warning, she snapped out of her depression and put an end to her gluttony, almost as if her new psyche had settled down and she was normal again, but normal was the wrong word. She managed to get the weight off and ate low fat meals with plenty of carbohydrates, to build her body up. She spent ample time in the gym, and after two more months, she was once again, the killing machine she had once been.

She felt herself ready to get back into circulation once more, she had Dr Quincy make her a new suit. Mustard yellow body suit, brown partial mask around her face, brown thigh high boots and long fingerless brown gloves. The boots and suit were to be made of the fine adamantium as her previous suit. She had her hair restyled. Short at the back, long on top. She liked what she saw in the mirror. She went to see the captive Dr Quincy once more, wearing her suit.

"You think it suits me?" she grinned.

"Yes, it's great. Will you please let me go now?" he asked with desperation in his voice. Eve smirked at him.

"Is it so bad here?" she asked, grabbing him by the tie and slowly lifting him out of his chair so their faces were almost touching. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"I have been here a long time, Miss Marcelle, I have done all you asked." he whimpered. Her expression changed.

"What did you call me?" she said irately.

"I meant, Eve, I..I am sorry." he stuttered. She threw him back into his chair.

"I am bonded to these adamantium claws, I have the mind of a madman in my head, I even look like him in this suit I asked you to make. Do you think Eve Marcelle is my name any more?" he looked back at her, petrified, she shouted, "Do you?!" he shook his head violently.

"I figured as much. My name is Vicky Creed, I am not one to be messed with, doctor." she grinned down at him, " Oh....you have worn out your usefulness here, Quincy.", he half smiled for a few seconds, thinking that she might let him go after all this time, but his hopes weren't met.

"I'd let you go, if I thought you'd be useful to anyone, else." she raised her hand and swooped her clawed hands into his stomach gutting him. His blood squirted up at her face and she stood looking at his lifeless body for a few minutes.

"Thanks for the suit, Doc." She left the room, calling Garret in there to take care of things. She walked on into the kitchen where Rose, her newly acquired cook, was making something. The newly named Vicky, sniffed with her implanted nasal senses.

"Is that cake I can smell?" she asked frowning. Without looking up, Rose replied:

"Why yes, I thought it would be a nice change." she smiled.

"Did you really." said Vicky as she grabbed the woman by the scruff of the neck and bashed her head into the front of the oven. She let go and the woman fell backwards and onto the floor.

"Gluttony ain't in my nature anymore, lady. Bin it, or I'll bin you," she smirked, "But I'd have to slice ya up into little pieces first." she grinned and left the kitchen feeling a certain perverse delight from the torment upon her cook and Quincy's blood dripping from her face. She grinned a broad toothy grin and walked down the corridor of her home.


Epilogue

Vicky lay in bed thinking over the past five years of her life. She had come far from the little girl who looked up to her brother and became a monster, all because of the actions of one man, her father. It was him who had started the ball rolling. It was his decision that caused the stream of events that led her to becoming Vicky Creed.

She had committed the seven deadly sins in that five years. She was envious of her brothers mutation and her apparent lack of it, she gained her wrath at her father's expense, killing him for what had happened, her greed for power and money had gotten back all debts from her father's business that she took over, her sloth at the asylum, when she was kept there against her will, the lust she felt at the thought of her revenge against the man who killed her brother, her pride in her abilities to kill Sabretooth, which failed her in the end, due to over confidence and she became glutinous in a bout of depression upon defeat.

After that, she became stronger again, regaining her self control and ability, possibly to commit the sins all over again. Her future was uncertain, but one thing was for sure, Sabretooth and Murdock were still on her list of people she wanted dead.


The End.