Minitooth (Backdated)

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Backdated due to I WAS ON A PLANE (Logs on a plane!). Kyle at the rally encounters Sabretooth, the X-men are called, Sabertooth's plans are averted.



Kyle stretched his neck, trying to see over a cluster of people and signs. Somewhere there -had- to be a bathroom. He just couldn't find any damn signs anywhere, and the two bottles of water he'd had before were making themselves known to him, and he was -so- not going out and finding a isolated tree. That was just gross. Also bad for the tree, or so he was told.

The rally was interesting, and he was totally getting some good notes for his essay, but he'd been a little on edge for the last hour or so. Until his bladder started announcing itself he hadn't really figured out why, blaming the crowd and mingled smells of a lot of people and all their various natural and artifical scents.

Buncha people, all stinking up the place worse than those damn chemical toilets. Only one that matters is sitting on that stage and I can pick out his stink from here. I can make this one bloody. Public and bloody and warm. Drown out the stink of people with the sweet smell of blood. Sweet familiar smell. Something else familiar too. Couple somethings. Expected it right here so close, but didn't think to expect this one this whelp this cub easy target right in the way kid looks on edge going to ruin everything won't get the blood--

One massive hand closed on Kyle's shoulder, talons digging in. "Scream and I'll rip your fucking spine out your back, whelp."

~Oh, that's why I'm freaked out.~ Logan had said something ages about about predator instinct and knowing when another one was around. Kyle figured it was something like that anyway. He snapped his mouth shut before he could yell and grunted instead. ~Okay, Gibney. Not allowed to panic. Now what?~ He didn't turn, he knew exactly who was behind him. He hadn't even really met him, just seen him the once, and even so, the memory of the growling voice and smell were as clear as his memory of breakfast. ~Fuck. Sabretooth.~

Sabretooth leaned down, not too far since the kid was tall enough for his age. "I remember you, whelp," he growled quietly, his other hand sliding his claws against Kyle's back, right over his kidneys. "You were there when that bitch blew a hole the size of a goddamn hubcap in me. I had fun making her bleed for that. You smell like you could bleed for a while, I'll bet. Ever wonder about that?" He pressed his fingertips into Kyle's back, piercing the skin enough to draw blood, the coppery tang immediately tainting the air. "Ever wonder, whelp? Just how much blood you can lose before it all goes black? Before you stop feeling anything? You wanna find out, just make a noise. Just make one."

Why was he asking questions if he didn't want Kyle to answer. Not answering was the hardest thing Kyle had done in... ever. He twitched when Sabretooth's claws cut into the skin of his back, and the cell phone in his jacket pocket bounced against his side, reminding him of it's existance. ~Phone. Phone home call back get help.~. He knew some of the teachers were here, didn't know if either Nate or Ms. Grey or Mr. Haller was close enough to hear him screaming mentally, and let Sabretooth lead him whereever he wanted to take him. All he needed to do was get to his phone, and call home. And try not to get made dead between now and then.

Sabretooth sniffed, the sound more like a large dog than anything human. "You're afraid. But you ain't showin' it. Always good to remember that fear, whelp. You know it, then you make them feel it. Aside from the kill, there's no better rush. You live through this, you'll learn that." He moved his hand away from Kyle's back, squeezing harder on his shoulder as the young boy twitched slightly. "I can smell it on you. The animal. You watch close now, you hear?"

He leaned close over Kyle's shoulder, his prominent canines almost touching Kyle's pointed ear. Up on the stage, Graydon Creed was stepping forward to a rush of applause. "Old men bleed out faster, don't last as long. Different thrill though. Not the same as taking your time with a kill. Watch now, learn something."

Swiftly, Sabretooth's hand left Kyle's shoulder as he pushed the boy to the side.

Kyle let the push take him to the ground. He could've stepped into it, moved to the side or just planted his feet into and maybe kept upright, but then Sabertooth would see all of him. Falling and tucking his shoulder meant he could smack the emergency button on his phone even through the jacket, and send the silent page to any of the X-men who were around. And then pray that some of them where because he really didn't want to see Sabertooth kill someone, even if that someone wasn't Kyle himself. Politicians didn't need to die any more than he did.

'Silent', of course, being a relative term. To the average human ear, the emergency signal from the cell phone couldn't be detected. To a feral with hyper-enhanced senses, however, the telltale series of beeps and pings was like an alarm.

Sabretooth pivoted, looking down at where Kyle lay on the ground. "Whelp, you just done either the bravest or the stupidest thing in your short life. How many of those X-Men you think could get me before I hit that stage and end that miserable son of a bitch? Especially if they're all running for you?"

Splitting her attention between her students, the crowd and the speaker on the stage meant that Jean wasn't at the top of her game. It took her precious moments to fix on the fact that someone was yelling for her attention, and moments more to focus down and understand what Kyle's undertrained and unaimed mental yelling was about. As soon as she had, though, a mental call flashed out to all the x-men in the area, letting them know what the situation was moments before their phones began to beep.

Sabertooth? Pivoting on one heel, Ororo fished the phone out of her pocket and glanced at the screen - Kyle, of course. Jean had said as much, and given the general area where Kyle was located, but the rest of the message hadn't made much sense. Sabertooth, here?

She pushed her way through the crowd as quickly as she could, knowing that the other staff at the rally would be doing the same thing. She tried not to focus on the worrying avenue of thought that always arose whenever one of Magneto's henchmen showed themselves, instead dodging past a clump of people engaged in what looked like a heated debate and breaking into a jog as she headed for the portable toilets. Thank the Goddess I chose not to wear a skirt today.

Kyle couldn't answer Sabertooth's question, because he didn't know. Hopefully the ones that were here could stop him. He didn't want to think about the rest of it. He simply pulled his feet under him and glared. "I'm not just letting you kill someone, you sick fuck." He said. For all he knew, Sabertooth got off on that kind of thing and -that- was just plain fucked up.

"Ask your mom how sick I am," Sabretooth snarled back, "Or maybe I'll just mail you to her in a few pieces." He reached out for Kyle, then stopped, sniffing the air. Two familiar scents. He smiled, then stepped forward to kick Kyle in the ribs, launching the young mutant into the back of a row of port-a-potties. "Someone's gonna die today," he growled, looking around for the telltale flash of white or red hair that he could smell coming, "and I ain't particular who."

Sabretooth. Sam remembered what the psychotic feral had done to Alison. She might have chosen Haroun, but it didn't stop Sam from feeling just a touch of feral rage bubbling under his calm exterior at the remembrance. His daddy had taught him that there was nothing for a rabid dog but to put it down. And while he agreed with the policy that the X-Men did not kill, he was of the same opinion about the death penalty for unrepentantly violent criminals who enjoyed their sick power games, lusted after blood, and preyed on the weaker. And Sabretooth was all of those things and more. "Y'all are certainly welcome ta take y'r best shot," he drawled coldly from one side.

Sabretooth whirled to see the lanky Kentuckian standing a few feet away. He looked down at Kyle and arched one furred eyebrow. "Your lucky day, whelp. The old man gets to breathe a little while longer, I suppose." He flicked his eyes from Sam to where he could almost sense the other X-Men moving through the crowd swiftly.

Escape run get away kill kill kill someone dies for this

At that moment, one of the doors to the blue port-a-potties opened, and a balding middle-aged man stepped out between Sam and Sabretooth, tucking his shirt into his waistband. In a flash, Sabretooth's hand shot out, clipping the man's neck. An arterial spray of red blood splattered across the blue plastic of the portable toilets.

"Man'll bleed out in half a minute, X-Man," Sabretooth taunted, leaping atop the row of toilets and running for the exit from the fairgrounds. "Who's more important?"

Fuck. Even if Jean hadn't been monitoring the situation telepathically, it would have been hard to miss the man's paniced thoughts in the few moments before he passed out and both her medical and x-man training made Sabertooth's question rhetorical. #Pressure on the artery, Sam. Try to keep the wound closed. Keeping the blood in him's more important than keeping the blood flowing for about four minutes. I'm almost there.#

Ororo skidded to a stop at the edge of the growing crowd around the toilets, knowing at a glance that they were too late to catch Sabertooth before he fled. "Kyle, are you all right?" she asked in a rush, pushing through the people and dropping to her knees beside Sam.

Kyle, for once, had nothing to say. He just sat on his haunches and looked around, watching Sam administer first aid. He could smell the blood, and it worried him how strong the smell was. And there was so much of it and he couldn't -stop- smelling it. He looked up at Ororo, pale and wide-eyed. "I need to go throw up." He -had- to throw up. He had to get the smell out of his nose before it never went away.

"Go there," she said, pointing to the open toilet, the very same one the man had emerged from. The man that was lying on the ground, still bleeding despite Sam's ministrations. "And do not leave my sight." With that, she hit a button on her phone - they needed an ambulance, and fast.

Jean shoved past the gathering crowd, not minding where her elbows ended as she fought to get a viwe of the situation. As soon as she was through and could finally see the wound the blood suddenly stopped flowing out as she used her tk to hold the edges closed, mind flickering back to the last time she'd had to do this for one of Sabertooth's victims and thank God this wasn't as bad as what he'd done to Alison. "He's going to need to have the wound closed and immobilized, and possibly a transfusion." There was a lot of blood pooled around Sam and the prone man. "Ambulen..." She let the question trail off as she caught sight of Ororo's nod. "Good. Thank you, Sam. I've got it."