Note: All Marvel chars are sole property of Marvel. I hold no claim and make no profit.

Itty bitty disclaimer: This story is not for kids. Please do not read this if you are underaged. This is not a nice story!

For fyre, who asked for a sequel, so I had to deliver :)

His doctor barely moved, preferring instead to watch his patient critically.

Red ashes dropped from the fiery tip, floating down. Annoyed, the black-eyed man brushed them away, his own eyes glowing momentarily like the dying coals of a fire.

"'Course, Remy was always like that -- he made me, but he never wanted me. Never let me out, always kept locked inside like something shameful."

Tiger's lip screwed up, twisting his face into a vicious snarl. His eyes gleamed, seemingly alive with angry fire.

"I was made of his shame. Ya think you know anything 'bout him? Hah! You don' know nothing!"

He leaned forward, gazing intently into his doctor's eyes, causing the other man to sweat and look away.

"Belladonna? Jean-Luc? Thieves Guild?! Ya think that's all of his past?!"

He took another puff of the cigarette, drawing the nicotine deep into his lungs. He glanced at his doctor, absentmindly twisting a strand of auburn hair around his fingertips.

"'Fore all that -- he had a father, ya know that? Big, ugly cuss."

His eyes glinted, whether with anger or pain; his doctor was not quite sure.

"Used ta fuck him. Fucked him a lot. Used ta--" his hands traced up the side of his hip, trailing up into his back, "wrap wires around him. Barbed wires. Cut into him so deep; left long, spiraling scars up him."

Tiger smiled when he saw the horrified expression on the doctors face, reveling in the other man's horror.

"He made me then; used ta talk to me all night, or whenever his father wasn't home. Never told no-one 'bout me, 'cause they'd think he was crazy, talking to himself."

At that, he looked down, rolling the stub of his cigarette around in his hands.

"But I wasn't him. Do you hear me? I AM NOT HIM! I will never be him, is that understood?!"

His doctor nodded quickly, hoping to avert another outburst.

"I am more real than he will EVER be!"

The doctor looked away, trying to force himself calm.

"He fucked him, tied him down and fucked him. It got worse when he got older, used ta use dildos and kitchen tools and animals..." That provoked a moan of disgust from the doctor, which made Tiger smile again.

"He ran away. Got in even worse trouble. Got put in prison. Ever notice how he hates being locked up? That's not claustrophobia; that's from when the guys, the guards and the other inmates, they used ta fuck him too. Ya know all that stuff ya see on TV? It happens. Even worse than that, too."

He chewed on his lower lip, staring at his cigarette as though it were something of great contemplation.

"Got passed around good. Got sold for cigarettes--" at that, he flung the now dead stump into a trash can, "--got out. That's when I started coming out more. He'd have nightmares, and I'd wake up. At first, that's the only way I could get out. But one night, he heard 'bout one of them prison guys getting released, and he got so scared --- and I came out!"

Tiger spread his arms wide, as if it encompass the room.

"And I was piiiisssed, buddy. Remy hid away, and let me do whatever the hell I wanted to do." A sly, creeping spark leapt from his eyes, which were now glowing cesspools. "And I tracked that guy down and then I--"

He bit his lip, cocking his head coyly to one side.

"Man, he was sure surprised ta see me! That is, till he figured out I'm not Remy." A bemused and speculative expression crossed Tiger's face as he leaned back.

"I think it was about the time I strapped him to the ceiling that he figured out I wasn't Remy. Or was it when I sliced open his belly and wrapped his intestines around his head?" Tiger shrugged nonchalantly. "I can never remember!"

The doctor stared at him, horror still dimly registering in his mind, though even that was now being replaced by lurid fascination.

"Then Remy came out." Tiger grimaced, pulling out a fresh cigarette. "And boy o boy, he was freaked out! Then, I started coming out more, and he starts freakin' and so he goes to Mr. Milbury."

Tiger grinned upon seeing the flash of recognition in his doctor's eyes.

"Yeah, you know Milbury -- 'cept you call him Sinister."

Tiger wiped his nose, flicking some ashes from his cigarette.

"He liked me, ya know? Liked me a hell of a lot more than he ever liked that little prick, Remy. Used to dote on me; the other Marauders, they called me 'the Boss's pet.'"

A coy smile pulled at his lips, and a devilish glean shone in his eyes.

"And then -- then there was Arclight."

Tiger leaned back, a low whistle escaping his lips.

"Damn -- me an' her, we had some fun." A mischevious look glitered in his eyes; his doctor decided he was better off not knowing what Tiger's definition of fun was.

"She was the one who named me, ya know?" Tiger sniffled suddenly, and a look of genuine sadness seemed to overtake his features. "I didn't really have a name before then; one day she just laughed and said, 'You're a real tiger, ya know that?' and the next thing ya know, I've got a name!" Tiger snapped his fingers, causing his doctor to jump slightly. "Never had a cushier gig; I loooooved being a Marauder."

Tiger's features darkened, giving way to snarling rage. "Remy -- the little bitch -- decided he didn't like me being in charge!" he barked, getting up and stalking back and forth. "So he butts in right when we're in the middle of a massacre, and locks me up. Then Sabretooth kicks his ass, so he runs away crying like the little no-brain, worthless, sack of shit he is!"

With that, Tiger flipped a chair over, sending it flying through a wall. Whirling about, he dug his fingernails deep into the couch.

"Do. You. Know. What. It. Is. Like. To. Be. Locked. Up?! Do YOU?!?"

The doctor flinched helplessly as Tigers fingernails ripped deep into the cloth.

"He locked me up. Willingly. Kept me away from my friends and my..." Tiger's voice broke, and the doctor could swear he could see tears form in the corners of his eyes.

Flipping his head aside, Tiger tried to feign indiference. "But I'll tell ya -- if there's one thing Remy does well, it's find hot chicks." A cold fire burned in his eyes. "Psylocke, Shadowcat, Storm -- even that delicious Jean Grey."

Tiger bit his lip, hiding a mocking smile, when he saw the terror and shock on the doctor's face.

"Curious, are ya? Yeah, ya never did know how to mind your own business when it came it Jeannie..."

Reaching into his pocket, Tiger pulled out something lacy, flouncy, and delicate. A desperate moan escaped the doctor's lips when he saw what it was.

A pair of panties.

Twirling the blue silk underwear around on his finger, Tiger snidely inquired, "Now, doc -- ya don't reeeaaally want to know what I did to lil' Jeannie, now do ya?"

Tiger winked at him, a slow grin spreading up his face.

Standing up, he stretched, rolling his head back and allowing his neck to crack. Striding over to the doctor's chair, he knelt beside him.

Charles avoided his gaze, his right eye sightless due to a ballpoint pen sticking out of it. His left eye was nearly encrusted with blood. Barbed wire entwined his crippled frame, digging deeper into him with each labored breath.

Tiger climbed into his lap like some small child, twisting a strand of wire around his finger. Leaning forward, he brushed his cheek agaisnt Xavier's, almost but not quite touching him. He stayed like that for a moment, his warm breath tickling Prof. X's neck, his mouth in a twisted mockery of the Cajun's carefree smile.

"Ya know," he whispered, cradling Charles' head, "I think I'll go see what that sexy Ororo's doing..."

(SNAP!)

Allowing the professor's head to dangle down, Tiger whipped out a new cigarette.

"But first, I've got someone to call."

Standing up, Tiger left the freakish, blood-encrusted contraption that might have once been an old man's wheelchair. Walking over to a table, he whipped out a small device that Remy had been hiding for years. Punching in some numbers, he was pleased to see it still worked.

The screen flared to life, revealing a tall, shark-toothed, Goth-dressed man with glowing red eyes.

"Hello big daddy! I'm baaaack!"