The world turned silent when Iggy fell over in a pool of his own blood. Yes, Victor could hear the bullets pass to the side of him, or feel the bullets pierce through him for him only to recover. Yes, he could hear Jubilee's voice telling him something – maybe for him to go and take the boy with him. All Victor could think about was Sabretooth – the vicious killer who made people suffer, no matter how innocent or guilty the man, woman or child was. And Sabretooth was not beholden to no contracts with no ghosts of the dead – no – Sabretooth lived to dig his claws through bullet proof vests and helmets to run through a hallway of screams and red to inflict pain to gain freedom.

He found himself out side, the boy limp under one arm and the other arm dripping with blood – a sight paled by floodlights on him above and in front of him. The light temporarily blinded him, the tranquilizers numbed him, and in the night he looked up to see snow – a hazy night which only a few days ago he remembered being calm. He remembered being calm.

This warmth over him, was he taken over again. Did she enter his body like a still living husk to puppet his movements. He awaited the memories. Maybe some childhood memory where he could re-experience teenage angst or teenage love. Maybe some memory of her being an adult where she had to deal with things for the first time; meanwhile, how many times did he experience: heartbreak, death of a friend/enemy, or some twisted helix of both in one.

Yet the memories didn't come. The room he must've been in must be warm. He didn't feel the any form of liquid cake onto his skin. He wanted to open his eyes, but these questions ran through his mind first: Who would he have to serve this time? How long until he would have to betray his "master" until he was free? How long would it be until he would be captured again – this cycle.

"Victor, shouldn't you drop the charade, I know that you are awake."

"So I work fer you again Mags," Sabretooth opened his eyes slowly. He didn't feel restrained as he sat up. He looked up and around. He wasn't in a cell. He was in a room. Not a hospital – the room had no windows and didn't smell sterile. This place was something like a room found in a middle class home – what was missing was portraits, trophies, a scent – anything that would make this room seem it belonged to someone. And in the corner of this vanilla middle class room was the specter of Jubilee. He tried reading the expression on her face.

"Not necessarily Victor," Magneto interrupted his thoughts. Sabretooth turned his head to him to check any sort of movement or any tell; however, Magneto sat next to his bed in a white shirt and black pants without even flinching as though he was in no danger whatsoever. Sabretooth then moved his head to where Jubilee was. She was gone probably with the boy. Magneto looked as though he was ready to react to whatever Sabretooth would say next. But Sabretooth just sighed as he went lay back down. This was not the reaction Magneto wanted – he presumed.

"Ya know me Mags, it doesn't matter who you're working for, as long as I get a paycheck at the end of the day, or immunity, or whatever type of payment I get after I get the target ya want me to get." Sabretooth noted how the light fixture above him looked a bit too generic.

"We have the boy you were protecting-"

"He's fine," Sabretooth interrupted Magneto because he knew the routine. If he didn't go along the boy would get hurt. If he went along, there was no guarantee the boy would be okay. He went through a summer dealing with this type of situation, "Who is this 'we'?" Sabretooth switched the subject.

And then he smelled him, no matter how many baths in some government run bathroom that man took he would always smell like the bottom of the earth.

"You're looking well as expected Creed."

"Thanks Fury, I've never been to this wing of S.H.I.E.L.D. carrier – so I'm guessin' I'm not a prisoner then and ya don't think me a threat." Sabretooth sat up and saw Fury walk to the foot of his bed. From the corner of his eye he saw Jubilee phase in from the wall and stand next to Fury. The boy was probably in the room behind that wall and by the looks of Jubilee's face she looked angry. She nodded. He nodded. Something that Fury and Magneto noticed, and Fury cleared his throat.

"You did a number on my boys, but they're all right – wounds like that would look like a wild animal defending itself." Fury's statement should've made Sabretooth angry – or at least a little perturbed. He felt no psychic intrusions or anything. He stared at Jubilee the entire time, just watching her watching him. He smirked a bit (which he noted that caught Magneto more off guard than Fury), the deal was still in place.

"You're so lucky," Jubilee said and turned her head to the side in disbelief. Her voice, something he hadn't heard in a long time, made him smirk even wider.

"I don't want to know what goes through your twisted head Creed, but currently we need your abilities." Creed smelled the truth off of Fury.

"I am the best at what I do, what happened to the runt – get all twitterpated with that Asian chick – what's her name again – Jubs...Jugs...Julian..."

"Jubilation Lee, yes, she is part of the problem," Magneto said matter of fact. Jubilee didn't pay attention to Sabretooth's goading, Jubilee to stared at Magneto and leaning a bit to hear more, "Xavier..." he lingered off.

"Heh," Sabretooth huffed, "what about baldy? I thought he kept the runt a tight leash?"

Silence in the room didn't make Sabretooth feel uneasy. Things fit together now. Something is wrong with the X-Men and it's a big problem, so why not call upon the Brotherhood to deal with them. Great, bust some heads and move on to the next plan. Get rid of the boy and Jubilee. Get rid of them. And he would have his old lifestyle back. He would get rid of them. He would. Everything would be as it was. As it was before – before.

An audible computer beep echoed in the room. Fury backed up to wall and tapped on it. A flood of images appeared on the screen. Some faces Sabretooth remembered, that Latino guy that hung out with Jubilee, Skin, was on the screen along with codenames like Cypher, Synch, Mondo, Gaia, Banshee, and Jubilee herself. Sabretooth recognized a couple of other names – Quicksilver and Polaris – probably why Magneto was cooperating with anyone non-homo-superior at all.

"What do all these people have in common -."

"They have crappy codenames – how does a name like 'Mondo' strike fear into supervillains," Sabretooth called out in a snarky tone. Jubilee paid no mind to what he said and looked at the names of the screen.

"These are all mutants who died but they're resurrected," Fury touched the wall and slides kept popping up and of their actions – the usual like of destroying property in blazes and rubble.

"So they're resurrected, who gives a damn – I died, went to Hell, came back, y'know the whole deal – so did most of the X-men there – Hell that's what makes Jean so hot, I can choke her out and still she'd be coming back for more," Sabretooth loudly insulted the red head, but only Magneto acknowledged his response with slight disdain. Jubilee continued to look at the slides, but her expression changed a bit.

"Wait..." she started to say, she bobbed her body through so she could see the places. When Fury expanded the images, she took a step back, "these places...churches...graveyards."

"Normally, doing these kinds of destruction look random, but actually they are looking for something. Also, every one of these revived mutants have red eyes and this tattoo." The slides changed to the red eyes from various members. And a tattoo – a black twist that spiraled to be claws for a hand. The tattoos appeared in different places of the people shown – on the arm, but for Jubilee, the tattoo was slightly shown on her hip. Jubilee turned away from her own image, but when Sabretooth saw the tattoos, he knew. He growled.

"That's..."

"There are many dimensions of Hell, and many denizens who call themselves Satan – yet this design comes from one particular demon that you might know." The voice came from the doorway, a man who looked like a ridiculous magician with that red robe, that graying hair to the sides of his head, and especially the foppish blue shirt.

"I didn't get his name when I tortured him when I broke free, but when I was stuck in Hell, he'd change his name ta Satan, or Devil, or Beelzebub, whatever name he wanted me to call him." Those memories Sabretooth tried to keep down, since it'd bring up the fact that he died at the hands of the runt.

"So you see why we saved you," Fury interjected the nostalgia.

"Saved – heh, you were the one who shot me and the boy up – how is that saving?" Sabretooth retorted, and then Fury changed the slide to the view of the X-Mansion where almost everyone had that mark, those eyes.

"They stopped chasing you and we don't know why. But I'm sure they would have got you eventually. Attacking the X-Mansion would be suicide for all involved, and dealing with one of them has caused some serious injuries, and an army vs. army standoff would bring national attention when we minimized coverage of this as much as possible since there have been no fatalities," Fury noted.

"And they don't want the coverage either," Magneto said, "They're just sending a message to those who would know about this activity. But what is the message? Strange, have you found something in your research?"

Sabretooth noticed how the caped man glanced at the slides on the wall, but not focusing on them. Rather for a split second, Sabretooth thought that this Strange fellow was staring at Jubilee. So far, only the boy and he could see her. No, this guy wouldn't be able to see her.

"You're the one that said we needed to save this -," Fury thumbed towards a slowly rising Sabretooth. If he couldn't see her then why is he taking a step closer to the wall – to the wall where Jubilee looked for clues within the collection of images. He must need to see the slides closer or there's some data on the wall. Something to point out.

"In my research, it stated that there needed to be a light, a guide, a source chained together – of course I assumed," Strange started to trail off as he started to shift a little bit as though to approach her. No, the angle – there will be a particular slide he would point out, "I assumed that our – person – was this Victor Creed since the only other person who could go through Hell and back would be James Howlett who was the one went to hell and defeated this devil and came back. But he's not the one."

Strange went up to the wall and stood right next to her – Sabretooth was right – see pointing out a slide, "Excuse me Fury, can you go back a couple of slide, who was the most recently deceased who is now alive?"

Fury went up to the wall and pressed certain areas and that's when Jubilee's name and complete profile came up.

"Jubilation Lee," Strange said with slight bewilderment as though there was a revelation in his whisper, "I wonder," Strange then turned his head in her direction. It took Jubilee a moment to realize that eyes were on her – from both from Strange and Sabretooth. So when she turned to see him, they were basically eye to eye.

"My dear, I've misread something, but it's clear and foggy at the same time. Are you the source or are you the light?" Strange asked her. Then Strange started chanting in a low tone - something indiscernible, something that Sabretooth didn't care about understanding. Sabretooth only wanted to understand the glow from Strange's hand. Why was he raising it up? Why was he raising it up as though to caress her check? What is he going to do to her? What is going to happen to her? She – this is it?

And from his bed, he let the instinct inside him move him – move him to lunge at what the light might do. What the light might take away from him.