Via Sanguinis: Sabretooth's Tale

by Phil Hartman

1/1/2000: Tokyo, Japan:

Oh, I'm gonna savor this ...

After Apocalypse screwed me outta my adamantium (DAMN ! I miss that stuff !), Essex made me a deal:

Let him heal me, and I'd do one last job for him.

Damned if he didn't sweeten it for me ...

Logan, you are gonna suffer. And the best part is, I get to PLAY ...

I just might reconsider workin' for Pasty-Face again.

***

"Amiko, it's time for bed."

Amiko Shirimata sighed, dutifully changing into her pajamas before climbing into bed. Her guardian, Yukio, arched an eyebrow, smirking as the girl leapt from bed and ran into the bathroom.

"You always know when I don't brush my teeth," Amiko said through a mouthful of toothpaste. "R'ya sure y'r not a mutant ?"

"Know all, see all," Yukio snickered.

Her quick, painful scream made Amiko spit, then peek into the living room.

Someone tall, blond and clawed loomed over Yukio, who was clutching her stomach.

#There's so much blood !# Amiko thought, horrified.

"C'mere, girl," the man said in accented Japanese. "Or y'r - GRRNNWAARRR !"

"RUN, AMIKO !" Yukio shouted, pulling her knife out of the man's groin. Amiko bolted, shrieking when the attacker grabbed her by her head.

"Drop it, girlie, or Sinister or not I'll pulp her," the man snarled. Yukio struggled to her feet, looking back and forth between man and girl.

"You'll kill her long before you get to Sinister, Creed. Anyone of Logan's drives you to kill them," Yukio coughed. #Ignore your bile coming out of that hole in your gut, little ronin .. Amiko needs you ...#

"Not this time. Amiko's special," Creed snorted. "Sin's got big plans f'r her."

"Who IS this Sinister ?" Yukio spat, tensing.

She screamed again as her wrist was torn apart, the knife flying across the room in a fresh gout of blood.

"Let's just say you won't hafta worry 'bout that much longer," Creed chuckled. Amiko's cry was the last thing Yukio heard before the hum.

And darkness.

***

Sinister nodded, watching as Creed appeared and dropped his squirming victim before the geneticist.

"Sleep," Sinister said softly. Amiko's eyes rolled back in her head, and Sinister waved for a servobot to undress the girl.

"So ... what're these punks for ?" Creed muttered, watching as Sinister took a skin sample from Amiko.

"You'll see," Sinister said absently. "I trust Yukio is no more ?"

"If she's alive, it ain't gonna be pleasant," Sabretooth smirked. "Care if I hang out ? This could be interestin'."

"Do as you wish," Sinister shrugged, nodding as the robots finished dressing Amiko in a black skinsuit. They placed her in an energy cage, and Sinister watched Creed depart.

"Almost," Sinister said, looking over his sleeping victims. "It is almost time ... but first ..."

He tapped a few keys, calling up a snow-covered school campus scene.

"Arthur. Leech. And my trump card," Sinister smiled coldly.

"Then, children, your time will come. And the world will tremble."

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