A View to a Kill | Daken and Wolverine
There he was. Daken’s long awaited prey: the Wolverine. His father. The runt had finally resurfaced and was showing his craggy face more. He was back in the public eye, which was a double-edged sword. It made the hero easier to track, but it also made him more difficult to interfere with.
He felt his chest grow tight, filled with rage and nervous energy. His fists were clenched, balled up and tense like the rest of his body. The feral mutant’s claws nearly popped out reflexively, but he barely managed to restrain himself. From his crouched position in a tree, he could spy on Wolverine as he walked the grounds of the Jean Grey School.
Daken could see his prey with his own two eyes for the first time since he had been a baby. He could smell him too. His acute nose could pick up similarities between Wolverine’s scent and his own. It disgusted him. His teeth ground against one another in frustration. Part of him wanted to pop his claws right then and there and end it all. But he knew that Zemo and his Hydra handlers would disapprove.
So be it. He would wait. The hunter would savor the anticipation. Then he actually smiled slightly, thinking of all the suffering he could inflict upon his father and all the other heroes. The Wolverine would suffer long and terribly. Daken wanted the runt to beg for him to end his misery. But before the end he would be made to remember the son he had abandoned. @roninxman
