Blood and Mirrors

By: Stephanie Watson (SLWatson)
Betas: Dani Cregan, Karen Walker


Disclaimer: Sabretooth belongs to Marvel. :::sighs::: Cryin' shame, if ya ask 
me.


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Always starts th' same. Every single fuckin' time. Ya'd think by now that echoes 
wouldn't be able to catch ya, but they do anyway. Always in the same place too, 
not just random. About to pull a job, and boom! It all comes back ta me an' him.

I hate him.

Scrawny little bastard. Just about skin an' bone, with these wide, heartbreakin' 
eyes that make me wanna tear him ta pieces. He ain't strong enough ta fight 
back, so I lunge after him an' everything goes red. But when it's all over, he's 
still there.

Everyone else is in bits, but that little fucker is still there.

All the norms, an' all the sheep are scared ta death of me. I like it that way. 
I like 'em always edgin' away, wonderin' if I'm the guy who'll show up in the 
middle of the night an' end their useless little lives. Heh... usually how it 
works, too.

'Cept him. He ain't afraid of me.

An' I hate him for it.

He's scared, though. Just not of me. He's scared of them, an' that makes him my 
enemy. If he weren't scared, then he coulda fought back. He coulda done 
somethin' diff'rent, rather'n just look up with that "What have I done so wrong 
ta deserve this?" look. That look drives me inta the red, too. I hate it, and I 
hate him.

Now I'm standin' in the middle of some rich guy's livin' room, an' there are 
bodies all over the bloody place. An arm here, a leg there, makes fer some 
interesting decorations. Bet that bitch Martha Stewart never thought of this 
idea.

Finished with the job, but that Goddamned kid's still there. Lookin' across the 
room at me, searchin'. We lock eyes fer a minute, and then he just up an' 
vanishes. But he'll be back. He always comes back, every time.

I walk out th' opposite way, an' it drives me nuts that my hands're shakin'. 
That kid always does it to me. Every time. Jus' watches no matter how I try'n 
kill him, and he never dies.

I hate him.

But the really fuckin' miserable part is that by hatin' him, I'm just hatin' 
myself.

Maybe he'll go away next time.