#( *kicks down door* i'm here to be bitter / CARTOON )

[mushynka]

TW: This fic contains themes of violence, emotional struggles, trauma, and complex relationships. There are moments of brutality and intense emotional moments. Please read with caution.

Note: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes or awkward phrasing. I appreciate your understanding and patience with any errors! I'm using Google translator to help me sometimes so...yeah. Forgive me.

I was inspired to write this fic after watching the X-Men cartoon episode “Deadly Reunions,” but I’m not holding tightly to canon, so some things may differ from the show’s events or characterizations.

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 #1

Character: Sabretooth aka Victor Creed, Charles Xavier, X-Men.

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The walls were too white. Too clean, too quiet, too... controlled. Victor Creed��Sabretooth—hated control. Hated being caged. He had spent too much of his life behind bars, in cold cells where men prodded at him like an animal, testing his limits, waiting for him to break. And now, here he was again. A prisoner of the X-Men. He let out a low growl, shifting against the medical table he was strapped to. His wrists were bound in reinforced restraints—Xavier wasn’t stupid. But the straps weren’t the problem. Something was wrong inside him.

His body burned, feverish and weak in a way that made no sense. His healing factor should have kicked in already, should have burned through whatever was messing with him. But it wasn’t. His wounds from the last fight still ached, and there was something crawling under his skin, a sickness that felt deeper than flesh. Through half-lidded eyes, he saw Charles Xavier watching him from across the room, his face calm but unreadable.

- You’re wasting your time, Baldy - Sabretooth rasped, his voice rough with exhaustion. -You think chaining me up is gonna make me start purring like a house cat?

Xavier didn’t react to the taunt. He never did. - No, Victor. But you are sick. And whether you accept it or not, you need help.

Sabretooth bared his fangs in a tired grin. “Help? That what you call it? Or are you just keeping me alive so you can dig around in my head?”

Xavier sighed, folding his hands in his lap. - There’s something inside you, Victor. A virus—mutated, foreign. Your healing factor is compromised. If we don’t intervene, you may not recover.

Sabretooth scoffed, but the words hit something deep. His healing had never failed him before. It was the one thing that always pulled him through, no matter what hell he ended up in. The idea that it was faltering now—while he was locked up in this place—didn’t sit right. And he hated the way Xavier was looking at him. Like he cared. Sabretooth sneered.

- So what? You gonna poke around my brain again? See if you can turn me into one of your little choir boys?

Xavier’s expression remained gentle.

- I only want to understand, Victor.

Sabretooth snarled, yanking against the restraints. - You wanna understand? Here’s a lesson - you put a beast in a cage, it doesn’t become tame. It gets meaner.

The door slid open before Xavier could respond.

Logan.

Sabretooth could smell him before he even stepped inside. The thick scent of sweat and metal and anger.

- Tell me why we haven’t put this bastard six feet under yet. Sabretooth grinned despite the exhaustion weighing him down.

- Missed you too, runt.

Logan’s fists clenched at his sides, the urge to tear into him practically vibrating off of him. It was always like this with them. A never-ending war, written into their bones. Xavier’s voice was firm but calm. - Because, Logan, Victor is not beyond saving. Logan let out a bitter laugh. - Yeah? Tell that to the people he’s butchered.

The room was thick with tension, the kind that could snap with a single wrong word. Sabretooth had pushed Logan to the edge more times than he could count. Maybe, just this once, he should push a little harder. But something stopped him. Maybe it was the heat pulsing through his skull, or the way Xavier was still watching him—not like an enemy, not like an experiment, but like a man. Like someone worth something. It was a look Sabretooth wasn’t used to. And he wasn’t sure he liked it.

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Sabretooth’s body was failing him. The fever burned hot in his veins, making his limbs feel like dead weight against the restraints. His healing factor should’ve kicked in by now, but instead, his wounds still throbbed, his muscles ached, and the sickness crawled deeper under his skin. Xavier had said it was a virus - mutated, foreign. Something strong enough to override the one thing that had kept him alive all these years. Sabretooth hated this. Hated feeling weak. Hated being trapped in this sterile white room while the X-Men circled like vultures, waiting to see if he’d drop. And he especially hated the way Xavier was still watching him. That quiet, patient look, like he saw something more than the monster everyone else did. It made Sabretooth’s skin crawl.

- Get outta my head - he growled, even though Xavier hadn’t made a move to use his powers yet.

- I haven’t entered your mind, Victor.

- But you want to! - Sabretooth’s lips curled into a weak sneer. - Ain’t that why you’re keeping me alive? You want to poke around, see what makes the big bad wolf tick?

- No. I want to help you.

Sabretooth let out a rough laugh, but it turned into a cough- deep and wet, something rattling in his chest. He clenched his teeth, refusing to let them see any more weakness. The door slid open again, and this time, Cyclops and Jean stepped inside.

- Anything?- Cyclops asked, his voice sharp, like he wasn’t interested in wasting time.

Xavier shook his head. - His condition is worsening.

- Then let Beast take a look at him -Cyclops crossed his arms. - I don’t see why you need to be here.

Jean was quieter, studying Sabretooth with that same careful look she always gave people. She wasn’t as openly hostile as Cyclops or Logan, but she didn’t trust him either. None of them did. And why should they? They only saw what he’d shown them- violence, rage, the beast that tore through anything in its way.

Sabretooth smirked weakly. - Careful, Summers. Keep scowling like that, you’ll get wrinkles.

Cyclops ignored him. - Professor, what are you really hoping to accomplish here?

Xavier’s voice was calm, steady. -Understanding.

Cyclops let out a breath, clearly frustrated.

- You know what he’s done. How many people he’s killed. You’re not going to change that.

Xavier’s gaze didn’t waver. - No, I can’t change the past. But I can show him something different.

Jean hesitated before speaking. - What if he’s right, Professor? What if he doesn’t want to change?

Xavier didn’t respond right away. Instead, he turned his attention fully to Sabretooth.

- Victor,” he said gently, - let me inside your mind.

The room went silent. Sabretooth stared at him, his muscles tensing against the restraints. - No.

Xavier’s voice was quiet but firm. - I can help you fight this virus. But I need to see what’s happening inside you—both physically and mentally.

- Don’t play games with me! - Sabretooth snapped, his voice hoarse. - I know what you’re really after. You want to see what makes me me. You want to pick me apart like some damn science experiment.

Jean shifted uncomfortably, and even Cyclops looked a little uneasy. But Xavier didn’t flinch.

- I don’t see you as an experiment, Victor.

A cold, bitter laugh scraped out of Sabretooth’s throat. - Then you’re a damn fool.

Xavier didn’t move closer, didn’t try to push. He just sat there, watching him with that same unshaken patience.

- You’ve built walls around yourself. Strong ones. But I wonder—did you build them to keep people out... or to keep yourself in?

The words hit something deep, something Sabretooth hadn’t let himself think about in a long time. His jaw clenched, his breathing rough. Xavier’s voice was even gentler now. - Let me see, Victor.

Sabretooth squeezed his eyes shut. His body burned, his mind a haze of fever and exhaustion. He didn’t have the strength to fight this, not the way he normally would. And before he could stop himself—before he could shove Xavier out- he felt it. A presence in his mind. Light at first, just a whisper against his thoughts. Then deeper, pushing through the cracks, slipping past the walls he had spent years building. And suddenly, Xavier was there.

The physical world blurred away, replaced by something colder, darker - jagged edges of memory, violent flashes of past battles, shadows of old wounds that never truly healed. It was like stepping into a fortress. Walls upon walls, built high and thick, not just to keep others out, but to keep something else inside.

Pain.

Rage.

Fear.

And beneath it all… something deeper. Something that Sabretooth himself didn’t want to acknowledge. Xavier moved carefully, not forcing his way in but allowing the mind to unfold naturally. But it didn’t take long before he was met with resistance- raw, wild, furious resistance.

A snarl echoed through the mental space, and suddenly, Victor Creed was there. Not the man bound to the medical table, weak from sickness, but the beast - towering, feral, eyes glowing with fury.

- Get out! - Sabretooth growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. - You don’t belong here, Baldy.

Xavier remained steady. - I only want to understand, Victor.

The world around them shifted violently. And then, Xavier was inside the memory.

The stench of sweat and filth clung to the cold metal bars. The sound of chains rattling. Low, mocking laughter. A younger Victor Creed crouched in the corner of a rusted cage, his hands bound, his body covered in half-healed wounds. Outside the bars, a group of men stood watching him, sneering.

- Ain’t nothing but a damn animal - one of them said.

Victor’s muscles tensed, his claws digging into his palms. His healing factor was slower then - still strong, but not as powerful as it would one day become. He could still feel the wounds, still feel the ache of every strike they had dealt him.

- C’mon, mutt. Give us a show.

Victor stayed still, his breathing slow and steady. He had learned, by now, that if he reacted too quickly, they would enjoy it. And he would not give them that satisfaction.

- Maybe he’s finally breaking - another voice chuckled. - Maybe he’s starting to learn his place.

Victor’s fingers twitched.

No.

He had no place here.

And he would never be broken.

The man banged against the bars again, harder this time. - C’mon, mutt! Show us what you—

A blur of movement.

A snarl ripping through the air.

And then Victor was on him.

He didn’t know how he had broken free - if it was pure rage, if the chains had finally weakened, or if he had simply willed his body to move faster than ever before.

But it didn’t matter.

The moment he had his hands on the man, the world narrowed to a single point of focus- tear him apart. Fresh blood dripped out his mouth. Tasted sweet and bitter at the same time and yet Victor drinking it straight outta his victim's throat.

The other men shouted in alarm, scrambling back as Victor slammed his victim to the ground. Blood sprayed, bones snapped, and the scent of raw violence filled the air. Filled his nostrils. Pupils dilated like on drugs. Cause blood was now his drug. It was over in seconds. The others didn’t try to stop him. They knew better. Victor stood over the broken body, his chest heaving, his eyes wild. Blood dripped from his claws, hot and slick, thick. And when he turned to face the others, they stepped back. For the first time, they were afraid. Victor’s lips curled into a slow, sharp grin. Good.

They died with pure fear in their eyes.

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The memory shattered, and Xavier was back in the mental space, staring at the towering, snarling form of Sabretooth.

Victor’s voice was sharp, mocking. - That what you wanted, Chuck? You wanted to understand me? Well, there it is. That’s who I am.

Xavier’s expression didn’t waver. He had felt everything - the pain, the fear, the moment of triumph that had quickly soured into something else. Something hollow. Because even then, when Victor had torn down his captors, when he had won - he had still been alone. Still been caged. Xavier exhaled softly.

- That is what was done to you, Victor. But it is not who you are.

Sabretooth let out a rough laugh. - You don’t get it, do you? - He stepped forward, his massive form casting a shadow over Xavier. - I didn’t just survive that place. I became what they wanted me to be. And I kept going. I tore through anyone who stood in my way. I enjoyed it.

But Xavier didn’t flinch. Didn’t back away. Instead, he looked deeper. Through the memories, through the layers of rage and violence and hatred that Victor had used as armor. And beneath it, buried so deep that even Victor himself refused to acknowledge it - there was something else.

Loneliness.

A child who had never known kindness.

A man who had spent his life proving he was strong, because no one had ever allowed him to be weak.

Xavier’s voice softened. - You never had a choice, did you?

Sabretooth stiffened.

- Every time you fought, every time you killed, you were surviving. And the world never gave you any reason to believe there was another way.

A deep, growling breath. - Shut up.

But Xavier didn’t.

- You built walls around yourself, Victor. You let the world believe you were nothing but a monster - because that was easier than hoping for something different. But you don’t have to be alone anymore.

A snarl. A lunge.

And then—

Sabretooth’s body collapsed.

Not in the mental space. In the real world.

Xavier was yanked back into reality as Victor’s body slumped against the restraints, his chest rising and falling in sharp, ragged breaths.

The virus was taking its toll.

Jean gasped, stepping forward. - Professor, what happened?

Xavier’s hands were trembling slightly as he withdrew from Victor’s mind, his own breathing uneven. He had seen too much. Felt too much. But he had also seen something else. Hope. He looked down at Victor’s unconscious form, his expression unreadable.

- Prepare the medical lab - Xavier said quietly. - He’s getting worse.

Logan’s voice was sharp. -And if he doesn’t pull through?

Xavier didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out - just for a moment - and placed a hand against Victor’s fevered forehead.

And for the first time in Sabretooth’s life, someone touched him with kindness.

- We will help him.

Because Victor Creed was not just a beast. And for the first time in a long, long time…

He wasn’t alone.

End of Chapter 1. Lemme know if you want a second part. Hope you guys enjoyed it ♥️ - Mushka

(And im really sorry for any mistakes if there are any. Im ultra insecure about my english)

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