Sabretooth
Sabretooth was beginning to get tired.
He had hunters on his tail day and night.
Demonic, human, mutant, alien.
And each one out to kidnap his daughter.
Even with his healing factor, the cuts, bullet wounds and darts were starting to effect him. Not to mention the effects of the different spells.
He'd left a trail of bodies across Europe, including two vampires that had been out in the sun. For some reason. Then after he tore their hands off, they ceased to be a problem...funny, that.
When he couldn't kill, he maimed.
Tightlipped hunters with hands missing and gouges from claws and teeth all told the hospitals the same thing.
'Wild animal attack.'
Well, they were nearly right.
Sabretooth shuddered, then realised he'd just have to, ugh, talk with the X-men. There were enough fighters there he could get a rest. And they wouldn't want Glory to have any more power then she already did.
He nudged Victory's shoulder and she woke up, looking at him with dazed green eyes.
"We're going to America." He picked her up and she clung to his chest for a moment, before going kittenshaped. He put her in the carroer he'd made and left the abandoned house.
About half an hour after when some hunters entered, they stepped on a booby rigged plank.
The house blew up and killed about ten.
Sabretooth petted his daughter and stared out the window of the plane as it rushed towards the supposed land of the free.