By Nicole Wagner

Rating: R

Content: Rape, Angst, Violence, Language, Drama

Main Characters: Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Alisa LeBeau, Logan
(Wolverine), Victor Creed (Sabertooth), Vargas, and Rogue

Setting: Alternate Universe between the comics X-Treme X-Men #18-19

*Words in the asters mean a person is thinking. *

WARNING: The has a grahpic rape sceene in it, along with alot of
violence and bad words. If you cannot deal with it, please stop
reading.

Alisa LeBeau looked up towards the sky, how clear the it was, so
perfect, and so beautiful. She honestly would not remember seing such
a beautiful day like this in years. A slow look towards her watch
made her fown, those red on black eyes not wanting to leave the sight
of that lovely sky above her, but she had to check the time. It was
already 4:33pm, and the library would close soon, and she had to get
there to do research on a paper due in class in a week.

Unlike most students at Madam Ursula's School for Girls, in New
Orleans, Alisa took her schooling seriously. The other girl would
make fun of her for not having a boyfriend yet ot even seeming to be
interested in boys at all. But to be honest, she had no time for
boys, Alisa was always studying and trying to make her brother Remy
and Jean Luc LeBeau proud of her. She enjoyed doing her homework and
studying hard, for it always seemed to be worth it to ace a test, and
have all those snobish girls curse and look embaraced that they cared
too much about their personal lives, then their school work. Not only
did she take heat for being smart and studious, Alisa took heat for
being a mutant as well.

Those exotic red on black eyes made her a good give-away that she was
a mutant, but she never used her powers... she never needed to. Her
father had her nanny, Tante Mattie help train her in contorl of those
powers when they first surfaced two years ago. Alisa LeBeau was
deemed a teleknetic and a telepathic, which would have allowed her to
cheat easily on tests, by reading other student's minds or even the
teachers for answer, but she was never like that. She would never
abuse her gifts, ever.

Alisa began to run to the library, down the cooble streets of New
Orleans, all by herself. Her long auburn hair was pulled up in a
ponytail, with a pink silk ribbon Remy had send her for her birthday,
along with a full, expensive brush set from Paris. She was still in
her school uniform, not having time to change at all, for school ened
for Alisa at 4:15... she just sent 18 minutes at a local deli,
getting a sandwhich to snack on before going to the library, and
before loosing track of time. Alisa's school uniform was a simple
white blouse with long sleaves and a black next tie that hung down
and covered the white, marble buttons of her blouse, a navy ble and
forest green plaid, pleated skirt that went slightly past her knees,
a simple pair of white knee socks, and a nearly worn out pair of
brown loafers.

Victor Creed growled to himself. he had been tracking the young Cajun
for days, waiting to find a moment to strike. She didn't seem to do
anything wrong, nothing naughty or sexual like the other girls at her
school. No, this one actted so innocent, so coy, and just so naive.
All day she would just study, go to the library, play jump rope, and
just go home to her loving family. The girl seemed to have the
perfect life, a "Leave it to Beaver" kind of life. A smirk came
across his slightly stubbled face, his prey was nearing the alley he
was in. He could just snatch her off the streets and no one would
notice, too many tourists making so much noise for anyone to hear
her, and the alley was dark enough for no one to see down it, though
it was daytime.

The young girl slowly started to pass him, or what Victor Creed
deemed her to be slow. Quickly, a large clawed hand darted out and
grabbed a hold on her long auburn hair, pulling her towards his
muscular chest and dragging her down the alley, the other hand
covering her mouth to prevent her from screaming like a banshee. He
knew he didn't have to do that, since no one would hear her, but it
was an instinct. Her book bag dropped to the ground, but no one
seemed to care as Alisa LeBeau was dragged down that dark alley,
between two large buildings.

"What do we have here?" He grinned, forcing the young girl to meet
his eyes. A slightly loud growl came from his throat, looking into
her red on black eyes, his large hands pinning her araginst the brick
wall of the alley, spreading her arms apart so she couldn't grab
anothing. *She looks just like her damn brother! I'm really gonna
enjoy this*

"Lissen... ah don' got any money on me... please... jus' leave mah
alone!" Creed listened to her, the fear dripping from every word that
came out of her mouth. It excited him. He had this beautiful,
untouched, young woman in his grasp, begging and pleading to be left
alone. He knew that wasn't going to happen. The look of terror in
those red on black eyes reminded him so much of the same way Remy had
looked, when he tore up the morlocks one by one.

"You think I want yer money? You got it all wrong babe... I want
something else... something only you can give me." He moved his head
closer to her own, taking in her scent. It was a mixture of vanilla
bean shampoo and... her brother? Creed grinned, tracing the sent to
the pink ribbon in her long auburn hair. He wouldn't dare removing
it, for the scent made it seem like Remy was right there, being
forced to witness what was going on. Slowly, Victor moved the girl's
hands above her head, holding them with one taloned hand, while he
leaned his face closer to hers, watching her cry and plead with him
as he slowly ran that rough tongue over her cheek, and the other hand
tore open her blouse, ripping open her bra and revealing her breasts
to him. "Yah got a nice set o' tits on yah, girlie..."

Alisa looked at him, sobbing brokenly as his large taloned hand
slowly started moving over her chest, making her shiver. Hot tears
ran down her face, she couldn't watch him, she couldn't reach into
his mind and give him a major headache, like she was trained to do,
she was stuck. Her voice was shaking as badly as her body, feeling
his hand move down from her breasts, to between her legs, toying with
her panties. "P-please... don' do dis to mah... a-ah don' wanna do
it... please..."

"Shut up, you stupid bitch... I'll do what I want with you!" Creed
spat out, his clawed hand moving away from her panties and quickly
running across her face, leaving a nice set of claw marks across it,
five total in a diagnoal patern, forcing a loud cry of pain from his
victim, which made him much harder beneath his jeans. His hand
quickly moved back to her panties, easily just ripping them off of
her body, as if they were nothing. With one hand, he began to
unbuckle his bely and unzip his jeans, all while hearing her sob and
cry in misery. He forced his power knee between her legs, forcing
them apart, all while enjoying the look of terror on her pale, blood
covered face. He released his hand from her own, watching them drop
helplessly to her sides, as Victor grinned, using his hands now to
spread her legs open as far as he wanted, his claws digging into her
pale thighs, drawing blood and leaving brusies on them as well.

The tears Alisa shed stung as they fell into the open scars of her
face. Her red on black eyes couldn't even look at her attacker, she
was trying to call her family with her telepathy, but she was in such
a panic, she had simply forgotten how. She let out a loud scream of
pain, which fell upon the deaf ears of the crowds of New Orleans, as
she felt him force himself inside of her, stealing her virginity from
her, and nearly tearing her in two. More tears fell down her face,
feeling his head rest on her shoulder, feeling his hot breath on her
neck as he spoke to her in obcenities and derogitory comments, all
while he thrusted deep inside of her, violating her. All she could do
was look up, look up at that perfect sky she saw earlier, oh how
clear and perfect it was... how beautiful...

Victor Creed growled, he was enjoying this alot, how tight she felt,
how he just claimed her body by making him the man who took her
virginity. He watched her go limp, probly pretending this wasn't
happening, or she wasn't there, like most victims of this type of
assault do. His hand would move from her thigh and slap her across
her angelic face, forcing more claw marks and scares upon it as he
brought her back to Earth. He wanted her to remember this... he
wanted her to be in pain and misery. He got a sick enjoment of
smelling her brother's scent on that ribbon while he violated Alisa
unmercilessly. He enjoyed watching her blood fall down her chin and
cover her chest and that white blouse she wore, the tears that fell
from her face and landed in those open wounds he created, the
whimpering she gave off which each thrust into her body. Creed never
dreamed it would be this good.

The minutes seemed like hours to Alisa as Victor Creed continued to
thrust into her body at a painful pace, leaving long scracthes and
claw markings on her thighs, claw markings and deep scars on her once
perfect face when he slapped her to force her back into reality. She
felt relived once he finally pulled out of her, thinking it was over
with and done.... that he'd stop hurting her and just leave her
alone. But that didn't happen, insted she was turned around and
pushed up against the brick wall her back was once on, his large
hands on her hips as he took her from behind, laughing.

"Yer still a virgin here, too.. I'm gonna take every thing of
innocence from you, girlie..." Creed laughed hard, hearing her scream
in pain and cry, more blood dripping down her thighs as he began to
sodimize her. "Yer nuthin' but a lil' slut, now! You just remember
that, girlie!" It only took Victor Creed a few more minutes of this
torture on her young body to get him to orgasm, and release his seed
deep inside of her bowels.

He dropped Alisa down to the ground, watching her curl up into a ball
in what seemed of hopes of disappearing. He listened to her crying,
sobbing brokenly like a small child whom was beaten by it's parent
for doing something wrong. This made it all the better. Victor
quickly pulled up his jeans, zipping them back up and rebuckling the
belt, as if nothing had happened, as if he were just getting
redressed like a regular person would do in the morning. He extended
his claws, looking down at the sobbing Cajun before him. " Now I'm
gonna make sure you remember me real good... you ain' gonna forget me
at all, girlie... hell, when I'm through with you, no man will ever
wanna look or even touch you again!"

Victor Creed growled, running his claws all over her skin, basically
leaving no area without a scar on her body. Alisa passed out from
blood loss after a few seconds of his claws digging over her chest,
even cutting into her ribs, but he didn't stop. He left the young
woman a bloody mess, scars covering her entire body, and what was
left of her school uniform, covered in her own blood. he lifted a
claw to his lips, licking the blood off of it and smirking. *Just as
spicey as your brother's, girl...* he thought as he quickly climbed
up the walls of one of the buildings and disappearing from sight,
only leaving a bloody, battered, and broken girl behind... as that
once perfect sky had become clouded, and it started to rain.

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Vargas sat in his bedroom, a large smirk on that arogant face of his
as he looked at that lovely statue of the late Betsy Braddock in the
center of his room. Classical music was playing, making it almost
seem like a funneral home, but without the mourners. That smirk soon
disappeared when the phone by his bedside had rung, disturbing the
peace of his room and ruining his moment of thinking back to when he
slayed the mutant known as Pyslocke. His large fingers curled around
the reciver as he picked it up and spoke into the phone. "Yes?" He
asked, with that sly, devious tone of his.

"Hate to break up yer party... but I got some bad news fer yah."It
was Victor Creed, the being known to the world as Sabertooth, and the
man whom Vargas had recently hired to destroy a young girl's life,
all at the cost of revenge against another mutant.

"What is it, Victor? I was admiring how a statue of Rogue would look
so elegent next to Miss Braddock's in my room."

"That Southern Belle you hoped on commin' with the Cajun didn' go
with him. Insted, he brought along an old friend I have beef with.
I'm sure you've heard of the mutant named Wolverine? " Victor snarled
into the phone, just hearing that name made him furious. Oh how he
hated that Canadian Bad Ass with a passion.

Vargas sat wide eyed and furious himself. *How could they have known
of my plans, that pathetic Cajun lover of hers must have tipped her
off or figured this out... I never thought he could be this smart!
Damn him! He's always ruining things for me... But I swear I shall
still have my revenge!* Vargas though as he frowned, speaking back
into the phone. " Do not worry about it, just take care of Wolverine,
leave Gambit to me. I do not need Rogue to obtain my revenge... I
shall just take him insted."

"Fine, but this will cost yah extra. I don't de freebies, Vargas"
Creed spat into the phone as he hung up the cell phone, and watched
as Logan and Remy had stepped out of the Airport, only to get into a
car with another young man. He kept his distance, knowing Logan could
smell him easily, so he watched through a pair of bionoculars, at
least five miles away or more. "Yer ass is mine, Logan... I'm gonna
tear you up good!" He muttered, only to start up his mototrcycle and
leave, heading back down to New Orleans.

Vargas sat back in his penthouse in Baton Rouge, he wasn't that far
away, and decided it was time to take a trip back down to New
Orleans, to get his revenge on the man who ruined his plans on to
many times for him to count. *I'm sorry to leave you, my beloved
Betsy, but I shall return, this time I shall not be alone... you
shall have company, my dear.* He thought as he got up from his bed
and headed for his dresser to get changed. It was time he took care
of things himself.

END OF CHAPTER 3

Spoiler: Okay, THIS time Logan thinks about his feelings towards
Gambit, Remy visits his sister in the hospital, and Logan discovers
who did this to Alisa, and plans revenge for who did this to the
young woman. Stick with me folks, for this is getting better!

-Nicole Wagner: The Deadly Gambit