Without warning the reader would find themselves being grabbed from behind. Clawed fingers pressing lightly against the otherโs skin as the mutantโs grip tightened.
โWhere do ya think yer goinโ, frail?โ
He whispers into his newest preyโs ear.
โHuh?โ He look down at the woman. Brow quirked in curiosity.
He laughs.
โDo ya now? Okay. Iโm Victor Creed, but you can call me Sabretooth, sweetheart.โ
//Yes, Iโm alive. Life just been busier than usual. Iโll try to get to all the things I owe when I can. As always. Iโm sorry for the inconvenience.