"You lying little BRAT!" Sabertooth yelled out, tightening his grip on the girl’s arm. His sharp nails dug into her winter coat, puncturing holes in it. His pupils were dilated, as if he had taken a great deal of drugs- but it was from the mere smell of his brother that put him in the increased feral state that he was in. The hunt was on.
"WOLVERINE!!!" Victor growled, turning to the other little girl, baring his pointed teeth. Victor raised his hand. He was about to strike Nora when a young man came out of no where and kicked him straight across the face. He hadn't let go of Coraline and she fell to the ground beside him, struggling and scrambling to get away.
Victor let out a loud growl, that sounded like a roar. He stood up and cracked his neck in both directions. He turned to the abandoned jalopy in the alleyway beside them and tore off the door with a single swipe of the arm. He threw Coraline inside and slammed the door back in place so she could not get out.
"You just made the worst mistake of your life, rodent." he said with all of his attention drawn to the little boy. Running, or rather, galloping like a cheetah, Sabertooth traveled on all fours and tackled Tim drake to the ground. He scratched his face and chest, mauling him like a lion. Then he picked him up by the neck and smiled.
"I'll keep you alive for one reason. I need you to deliver a message." he chuckled, evilly. Ripping what was left of Tim's shirt and enjoying the little boy's shivering and twitching in the freezing morning air. His lips seemed to be turning blue. With a single extended claw he began to carve into the little boy's chest. It was an address. "Because I know how forgetful you little rats can be." he spoke, pulling an exposed wire out of Tim's bag and stringing him up by it. He didn’t seem to notice the bat emblem at the other end. Victor tied his legs and arms together, wrapping him up like a Spider wraps it's prey. Then, he hung him from a fire escape upside down and turned around.
It took a moment for Victor to realize that there was another little girl somewhere. He had no use for her. She would die. But no matter where he looked or sniffed, he just couldn't catch her scent. She was gone.