Chapitre 4: Silver and Blue
His fists clenched uselessly as they pressed into the concrete below, he saw the image of his son held by a man.
A man in a black cloak with an odd mask, spiky black hair and burning searing chakra.
His mind fragmented and screamed in agony as the man threatened his son.
He felt his anger rise, his blood boil, his adrenaline rush as he eyed his baby in the hands of such a beast.
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A helicopter came from above, Scott watching wide eyed as a beast of a man jumped out of the flying machine.
A familiar tall, fur wearing mutant.
The almost seven foot tall man landed with a crack only metres away from the crumpled form of Minato, the golden haired man still experiencing his new memories.
The fur covering his muscled form completely, his claws revealed themselves in their glory ready to slice anyone that gets in his way to pieces.
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A large thud and a crack of concrete snapped Minato from his daze, though not completely.
His blue eyes snapped back to the figure behind him.
He was still crouched down, but he saw the man's entire figure.
What he saw, and what was true though, were entirely different.
What he saw was the black cloaked figure, the mask taunting him, his son no longer in the man's hands.
Minato growled, his teeth bared like a beast with shadows covering his face only revealing his eyes, now dark with anger.
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Sabretooth suddenly froze, his eyes widened as he seemed to watch himself die,
In fact all the X-Men saw Sabretooths death, in vivid detail. A kunai bursting through the man's skull, sending fragments of bone exploding everywhere like shrapnel.
Cyclops felt a cold sweat take over his body, Charles felt an incoming wave of dread, his body just wouldn't move!
Storm was wide eyed as she felt the intent to kill flood the air, too thick she couldn't even move her arms.
Sabretooth however felt like a trapped animal, a dog stood across from a hungry tiger. Sweat dripped down his brow, his heart seemed to skip a beat as his fists clenched.
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Minato's eyes were shadowed as he sprung into action, he had already placed dozens of his Flying Thunder God Seals around this building roof in case it came to a fight.
In fact he already had hundreds ready around the entire city.
He appeared directly behind the cloaked man with a yellow flash, his hand covered in shrieking wind chakra.
A homage to his grey haired pupil, the wind chakra turns his arm into a blade that will pierce almost anything.
His hand moved so fast it appeared to simply disappear from its position to the left of the cloaked man and teleport to its position on the right of the masked man.
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Cyclops watched with wide eyes as the blonde man simply disappeared and then reappeared behind Sabretooth and sliced his hand straight through the muscled man's torso.
Sabretooths two halves dropped to the concrete below with a sickening squelch, his intense healing factor already threading the two halves together.
Scott felt sickened by the flesh threading together, the bone cracking into place as Sabretooth dragged himself towards the edge of the building.
The helicopter above had already started to retreat, leaving Sabretooth alone on the roof to fend for himself.
The beastly man was still seeing dozens of visions of himself being killed, mutilated and torn apart by the Blonde man that now stood eerily still, seemingly staring at nothing.
Sabretooth gurgled out something unintelligible to the retreating helicopter that had already fled hundreds of metres away.
Panic clawed at Sabretooths regenerating torso as he glanced at the retreating helicopter. He knew the fall would be brutal, but staying…his eyes flicked to the eerily still blonde man.
He wouldn't stay.
Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, his mind knew this was the logical move though his body knew the pain awaiting him.
His claws dug into the concrete below, his muscles tightened painfully as he dragged his protesting body over the edge.
He tipped his body over the edge of the building, closing his eyes he braced for the landing to come.
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The image of the cloaked man's torso in two pieces flickered and he blinked as the true image was revealed to him.
It was a familiar man, he was muscled with now bloodstained furs protecting his modesty, his body was torn in half.
The chakra covering his arm died down, the end of the loud shrieking left only the desperate pants and grunts of Sabretooth as he dragged his body towards the edge of the building.
Minato felt confusion grip him, none of that was the masked man. His heart seemed to skip a beat when he thought of the man.
He heard more than saw the beastly fur wearing man throw himself off the building due to Storms gasp and Cyclops sudden intake of breath.
His memory had ended before he could find out what had happened to his son.
He didn't care for that brute that had thrown himself off the top of the building.
His mind tore itself inside inside out as he thought back to his encounter with the masked man, he needed to remember it in its entirety.
He needed to know if Naruto was safe.
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Pietro laid back in his large bed, bandages wrapped around his abdomen. Even his own room smelt too clean, too sterile.
His eyes flicked to the ceiling, he thought back to last night with a wince.
Those cold eyes…
Wanda had found him first, he had never seen her so angry, or powerful as with a singular swipe of her hand she had sent Storm flying backwards into debris.
He however had never felt weaker, in that moment where the blood was just pouring out of him, he thought he would die.
It just wouldn't stop.
If it wasn't for Wanda he would have been found dead, the blonde guy had stabbed him right on the outskirts of the battle.
No one would have noticed him until it was too late.
He felt a cold chill run up his spine as he turned onto his side and closed his eyes, he wanted to sleep.
Only for that to be ruined by the sudden image of those cold, cold blue eyes.
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