Victory over Creed's heart

Mortelle

"Again."

I jumped and kicked Toad in the head. Uncle's year with me was almost up, and so far he had managed to fit merc training, self defense up to black belt level, a huge catch up period for him, me and my mother along with an education passed most college standards and helping me gain control over most of my abilities.

Now when I say most I mean very thing other than my feral counter part, serurise and mental defenses.

Since uncle didn't have any phycis that were strong enough to match me in that arena I was working on my feral abilities with toad. He is a weak frog feral. There are only two ferals under uncle's command; Toad is one and other goes by the name Sabertooth. Mom doesn't like him at all. He is a tiger feral. Neither mom nor Uncle can figure out what type of feral I am.

I'm supposed to go to some one that mom calls Charles in two months. She said that he can help me with a lot of things. I'm not really sure what she means by that.

"Focus El. Use his strengths against him." I'm the only person around here with out a code name yet. But not many dare call me El. One of the few that does is uncle's son, Pietro. He calls me El so I call him Pie. It works. He is like a big brother and is also the one in charge of training me.

Soon however I'll be training with a stronger feral than Toad, almost as strong as Sabertooth if not stronger. This one is in Charles' employ and goes by the name Wolverine. Supposedly he also has mental grafted to his bones and it happened sixteen years ago.

A green and silver blur started racing around me, pie trying to make me disoriented. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind of all thoughts and emotions. I had been working on a new trick to impress pie. Using my teleportation and telepathy together I ported myself directly within an arms length way and grabbed the speedster as he zoomed past dragging me with him.