Beloved Enemy

Part II Chapter 3

The fight was harsh; Daken never expected it to be as harsh as it was. He couldn’t believe the fact that he was so easily tricked into a fight; he let his own anger get the best of him. That was one of the first lessons he had learned, never let your emotions make your decisions for you. Just like he shouldn’t let his pheromones control everything unless he required it. He had to learn control, and that control he fought for since he killed the man who adopted him to just abandon him like this was maddening. But, being called a mongrel and a kid who was only trying to be big and tough was what caused that loss of control for the most part. There were other contributions to that loss of control, but Daken didn’t want to even think about it.

And worse than it being maddening, it was embarrassing. Didn’t anyone see what he was trying to accomplish here? He was going to build an empire far greater than Romulus could have ever built because where Romulus was only a so-called God to cavemen. Daken will be a God to anything living! And they would be better for it, if they just obeyed.

Power. That was what it was all about in the end, and that was all he needed or so he told himself. Power was what Daken fought for and what he wanted to be seen as, someone powerful rather than just the son of Wolverine. He wanted out of Romulus’s shadow, he wanted out of his father’s shadow. He just wanted something for himself, and all he needs is power and the proper recognition that went along with it. Yes it’s selfish, but workable.

That was before the questions started on what he wanted. Especially after he witnessed his father in a situation Daken didn’t have a problem finding himself in every now and again.

Like usual, his father had to go and screw things up for Daken.

And now, it appeared that Sabretooth decided to do the same and cause problems. One of that being clawed hands cutting off his air supply, Daken was being chocked by Sabretooth and so far his arms from his elbows down were unusable. Claws torn from his hands and buried in his shoulders holding him in place at the moment, Daken was in a position he never liked being in. And Sabretooth seemed to be enjoying it now that he wasn’t under the pheromones effects like he was for a brief time during the fight that for a short moment forced the larger feral mutant into a full rage.

Daken couldn’t stop himself from faintly remembering cruel words that were tossed his way during the middle fight, before that feral rage that shifted the tides of power in this fight all because the affects of the pheromones forced the larger feral into that rage. And each word that was spoken seemed to only mock him more now than when they were first spoken.

'Sabretooth mocked him cruelly by saying,

“Ya think yer tough, well I’m tougher. Ya think yer bad, I’m worse than ya. Ya think yer a threat. Well guess what, I know I’m a threat. Ya see, ‘at’s the difference between me an’ you. I know what I am and I know what you are. But you, ya don’t know shit boy.”'

The sheer thought that he was being mocked; no doubt in the same way his father no doubt got mocked simply pissed him off. But even in a rage now, it won’t help him as he’s pinned to a wall and weaker than he would have liked to admit all because of foolish mistakes not too long and residual affects of those damn Heat Pills he was addicted to for a short time.

Daken knew there won’t be any mercy from a man like this. So that meant there was little use now to avoid pissing the man off further. So why bother trying to not anger him? Especially if Daken started to believe that he most likely will be killed, despite his attempts to set things up so he won’t die, like taking Sabretooth off the affects of Daken’s pheromones. It was a foolish stunt he was going to pull, but Daken hardly cared at the moment.

“You were nothing but Romulus’s bitch, his lapdog!” Daken snarled out, despite the hands slowly tightening around his throat to the point that the tips of those claws caused thin streams of blood to run down steadily. It was probably not the smartest thing to say, but like he figured what harm could he do now. What was the point, Sabretooth no doubt was going to kill him anyway.

To Daken’s shock the cruel grin the feral mutant had on only seemed to broaden before he purrs out,

“Is’at so?” A slight chuckle interrupted momentarily before Daken had to listen to Sabretooth continue,

“Let me tell you something, boy. Romulus wasn’t as much o’ a threat as he liked to think in ‘at big chair ‘n all. I had to play the part of being the afraid lapdog, make it seem to yer dear ol’ dad that there was something even I was afraid o’. That would o’ naturally send the little Wolverine after ‘im with a blade I know of. He would o’ anyway due to Romulus’s hand in all of our history. But I made it more irresistible.”

Bullshit, that’s what Daken thought of Sabretooth’s long winded explanation. It was nothing but bullshit spouted off by an over-arrogant nobody!

“He just… want… reven… for…” Was all Daken could force out with tight hands around his throat as the rest of him struggled for air and to break free of the hold Sabretooth had on him. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t use his arms below his elbows or even raise his arms. The part that actually got Daken stuck in this position was a bit of a pained blur, especially the hard knock to his head he gained from the lunge from Sabretooth and the man being in a feral rage.

The broadened smile never disappeared from Sabretooth’s face at all. In fact, it seems to be even more gloating.

“For yer mother? For himself an’ anyone who was hurt by ol’ Romulus? For you maybe?” Another slight chuckle from Sabretooth broke up what he was saying for a brief moment before he continued with just as much confidence as everything else spoken, 

“Maybe, but you don’ know what makes yer father tick do ya boy? Yes those things call to his attention, but they wouldn’ of pushed him over the edge like I could. So think what ya want liter stray. It ain’t going to make a difference in the long run boy.” All the while Sabretooth was leaning in on Daken who stiffened his body to stay in place from both the need to be braver than normal people and for the sake of his own reflection.

Daken hated how weak he was made to feel in this situation and how insulting those words were. What other reason could there be? Daken snarled slightly, but it didn’t come out very well due to being choked to the point that he could barely get a shred of air.

~ Wolverine ~ Sabretooth ~ Daken ~

Sabretooth was actually surprised on how easy this fight was; yes it was taxing due to the ability Daken had to cause a lot of damage like his old man could. Not to mention those pheromones pulling his emotions and ability to rationalize in opposite directions earlier. It wasn't what Sabretooth would deem as fun; it reminded him of times when he lost control and couldn't get it back. That reminder alone sent a chill down his spine, which only provoked his anger all the more.

No one does a thing like that to Sabretooth! Especially not some half-breed mongrel punk like Daken. And, despite the fact that whatever affect they had on him earlier were dissipating and that allowed that fog to clear in his head, Daken must be releasing more without even being aware of it. Especially if the dread and anger that was mixed with some fear was any indication, Sabretooth had no reason to feel those so they must be caused by the Mohawk wearing nobody broken and bleeding in front of him.

It was time to end this.

With a sly grin he removed one hand from Daken’s neck all the while wearing a cruel grin and went ahead and sent his claws up through the bottom of the mongrels jaw and out of his mouth. Sabretooth watched with unhidden delight as Daken’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Don’ worry. I got a good hold.” Sabretooth purred out as he stepped away from Daken and pulled him away from the wall, claws still buried in his armless shoulders. The wonders he could do when someone falls unconscious for less than a minute. That was all it took, Daken normally would have put up more of a fight that much Sabretooth knew for a fact. But he didn’t expect the ferocity and experience Sabretooth had when  he was clear headed.

With a hard pull he lifted Daken off the ground and slammed him on to his back with an unforgiving thud and rip. Part of his jaw tore free. Sabretooth grunted from hard kicks to his hip and stomach. 'Well, what do you know? The mongrel knows how to fight back to the bitter end after all.' Sabretooth couldn’t help, but think with amusement. Not that the kicks were enough to stop him, blood-loss did that to you. It weakens you unforgivably.

Sabretooth brought his knee down into Daken’s gut hard enough to cause the beaten feral to gasp and choke on both saliva and blood. Sabretooth waited until he stopped long enough to glare up at Sabretooth.

“This is goin’ to be yer only friendly warning, stay out of my way and keep ‘at head of yers low. It’s very likely ya can lose it.” Sabretooth warned, knowing full well that it was unlikely that Daken would follow that simple instruction. He won’t stay out of this, and he won’t keep his head down. But he now knows that he’s no match for Sabretooth.

Daken tried to form words, curses most likely, but didn’t get the chance to utter them as Sabretooth stood up and walked away from the battle area. He knew he left Daken alive, he knew that it could be a mistake to let the wannabe badass live. Not to mention the sounds of a couple of helicopters and sirens were speeding this way, no doubt whatever was keeping SHIELD and the other Hero organizations from tending to this fight was over.

Sabretooth made sure to slip out of sight leaving Daken behind to deal with the mess that’s forming. The authorities no doubt will know for a fact that Sabretooth was still alive. But that didn’t bother him all that much. Why should it? It only meant that Sabretooth was going to have to keep a few steps ahead of them and out of sight for a while until things are set up properly.

He needed to start a war between the Yakuza and the Hand. It would damage those two little organizations and create enough of a distraction for some of the hero organizations, those two organizations were only tools to be used and the fools didn’t even know it. He’s already begun that step with contacts he’s blackmailed and paid off, a good con artist if they could will get out putting himself at an unnecessary risk, and those two simpleton organizations was a risk he didn’t want the headache to dealing with. Eventually Sabretooth hoped to have Wolverine helping him tend to all the other stepping stools, but for now he will have to wait for Wolverine to make a few nasty decisions that would push him further onto the path Sabretooth started for him.

Until then Sabretooth will do what he could as good as he would be able to do on his own. It’s been awhile since he actually had to be a thinker rather than a foot-soldier for a senile old man. He was enjoying it so far. And when Wolverine gets things straightened out and joins Sabretooth, it would be even more entertaining.