Chapter 4: Rivals
Outskirts of Alberta,Canada
Now…
He knew this scent…
The Wolverine nose flared as he inhaled deeply. His blood
suddenly raced. He hoped that leaving the highway would have put some distance
behind what ever it was that was hunting them. But now he could smell it that
familiar strong musk and it was close. One brief thought brought him back to
the girl. He had to get her out now!
Logan turned to make a mad dash back to the cabin, but it
was too late.
Suddenly it was like a wall of the forest exploded from
behind him as a giant of six and a half feet stood before the Wolverine, silver
eyes gleaming in its wake. All Logan had was a single moment to take in the
sheer sight of the creature that looked more beast than man, before he felt a
thundering CRACK! He then fell away from the world as his body hurtled
back over fifty feet into the air, crashing through trees, snapping branches,
till he lay deep in a bank of snow. Darkness met him before he even landed.
OoOoOo
The savage mutant grinned while admiring his handiwork; he
looked over the pathway of destruction the runt had left. “Heh, easier than I
thought,” he chuckled to his himself while dropping the battered remaining stub
of the log he had just used. The mutant’s head then automatically snapped into
attention, his big nostrils sniffing deeply. He then whipped his gaze back to
the cabin as the door slowly creaked open.
A young girl no more than fifteen or sixteen dressed in
little more than a t-shirt and sweat pants peered out. “Logan?” she whispered
searching for her traveling mate that was before her brown eyes fell on the
towering beast.
It was only for a second that their eyes met but it was
enough for him to forever haunt her nightmares. The Savage stood at a
staggering six and a half feet, thick patches of blonde hair escaped from his
massive chest as well as the wild mane that was his hair. An avalanche of
animal furs draped around his sinewy frame, all except his hands which remained
bare, but no less formidable. Each one of his fingers ended in dark razor sharp
three-inch long claws.
The Mutant took an equally appreciating look at the young
girl. His blonde eyebrows then wriggled suggestively to her as his lips curled
into a mocking puckered position slowly blowing the girl a kiss, “Ah, nice…” he
grinned while stalking towards her.
Marie was frozen solid with fright. It took the girl a few
moments to realized what she was seeing wasn’t a dream but dreadful reality.
Her brown eyes searched franticly looking for any sign of Logan but he was
nowhere to be found, “Logan please…” she whispered to herself, her whole body
trembling. Marie’s eyes then locked onto the savage Mutant who was still moving
slowly, purposefully towards her, a lecherous grin on his face.
The girl screamed as everything seemed to snap into place.
Her knees gave out making her fumbled backwards, but she managed to kick the
door close behind her while she scrambled away.
Outside the Mutant only grinned, his silver eyes flashing,
“Ooooh, I love it when they play hard to get…” he chuckled while advancing
forward.
OoOoOo
‘Where is he? Where is Logan? He said he'd protect me. But
he's not heah. He's not heah!’ Marie’s mind frantically shouted while she fled.
On her hands and knees she crawled back into the bedroom. For a brief moment
she slid under the bed to hide, but after seeing the door to the closet open,
she ran non-stop to the room, locking the door behind her. She huddled in the
dark, her knees drawn up to her face, her eyes shut tight. Almost as if she
closed them hard enough she could somehow wish the monster into oblivion.
For several seconds it was only quiet in the darkness. The
only sound Marie could hear was the constant drilling of her own heart beating
in her chest. She didn’t say a word, she hardly even breathed.
Everything was so quiet.
Then suddenly there was a crackling explosion as the
cabin’s front door was ripped from its hinges. The sound snapped the girl’s
eyes open. She almost screamed again but she desperately threw her hands up
clamping her mouth shut. She didn’t want him finding her. But she could still
hear him thundering through the cabin, ripping doors open and tossing furniture
over in his way. Each sound hammered into the girls mind, quickening her
heartbeat, heightening her fear. Every so often she could her him whisper in a
raspy voice, “Where are ya girlie? Why dontcha come out?”
OoOoOo
He knew exactly where she was the moment he stepped into the
cabin. He could smell her. And she smelled just sweet and innocent. He could
have found her in a moment, but that wasn’t how the game was played. That’s not
how he liked it. He wanted to build up the suspense to add to her fear, which
was already so thick he could almost drink from it. And it was so delicious.
“Come out girlie,” he taunted again, “I promise I won’t hurt
ya,” he drawled out the last word to his obvious lie. But hell, if the fawn
were dumb enough to believe him she’d deserve what he had in store for her. He
continued to move around the cabin making as much noise as possible for another
few minutes till he grew tired with the play. It was time for the main event.
He crept as silent as a whisper to the bedroom door. He took
one silent breath waiting a few moments so she’d believed he left her alone.
Then with one foot the bedroom door burst into a thousand pieces. He could hear
the girl wailing from inside the closet. “Heh, heh, heh,” he chuckled to
himself, as he dashed to the closet door and wrenched it open. He stared down
to the girl, her brown innocent eyes wide with terror, “Scream for me girlie.
Scream for the whole world to hear…”
OoOoOo
The skies of Alberta, Canada
Meanwhile…
“Oh mah god, please someone help me!!”
The emotional projection was so potent in its strength that
the echoes from its burst could even be registered to the mediating Professor
Charles Xavier that was aboard the Blackbird. A deep frown crossed the older
man’s face from the disturbance. For a moment he considered what he just picked
up was someone else’s stray nightmare that sometimes drifted into his psyche.
But ever-cautious Xavier allowed his mind to reach out, hoping to find the
person in distress.
For a moment he could sense nothing. But then his mind found
it. His awareness then drifted from outside of the Blackbird, plummeting into a
freefalling to the ground below. It then raced along the horizon rolling over
the darken hillside, till it passed a broken heap of ruined trees, snow, and
timber. His perception continued on as it flew over a beat up old blue camper
into the darken log cabin that was behind it, through the bedroom door which
held a small teenage girl hiding in the closet.
Charles could feel the girl’s fear as she huddled in the
dark, desperate not to make a sound. He could also hear the eruption of devastation
echoing in the other rooms of the cabin. His heart then leapt as the door to
the bedroom shattered into debris. A scream that was not his own; sprang from
the girl as a face of pure horror stood towering over her, asking her to scream
for his sadistic delight.
“Scott!!!” Charles’ urgent voice rang through the
corridors of the stealth aircraft.
Instantly Scott Summers was at Charles side while Ororo took
over piloting. “What is it Professor?” his face-harden as the persona of
Cyclops slid into place. Ready for any sort of trouble.
“Turn the Blackbird around,” Xavier ordered, “Someone is in
trouble...”
OoOoOo
Outskirts of Alberta,Canada
Five minutes prior…
It hurt to breathe, ribs were probably broken. Logan groaned
loudly as he fought to stand, unsure feet supporting him. His vision swam for a
few seconds probably due to a mild concussion, but as usual he could shrug it
off. Those ribs were already healing right this moment. Besides there was a son
of a bitch out there that was in desperate need of getting gutted. He shook his
head; yeah he was far from out of this fight.
He put his nose to the air to get a general direction of the
fucker. But a high-pitched scream whipped his head back around, one name in his
thoughts, Marie!
OoOoOo
Marie scurried through the legs of the towering Beast. She
could hear the raspy echo of his laughter above her as she slid under the bed.
He gave a half-hearted grab for her legs but she pulled them in close to her
chest. But her shelter was quickly uprooted as both the mattress and the frame
was ripped off of the support. With nowhere else to hide, the girl could only
stare up into the beady silver eyes of the Beast.
Rows of razor sharp teeth grinned viciously at her defeat.
“End of the line cutie…” he said his talon like hand reaching for her. “Remember
it only hurts the first time…” his raspy voice whispered to her.
He was almost within an inch of touching her that was before
he was wrenched back viciously. “YA SONAVABITCH!!!” a gravely voice
rumbled spinning the towering savage Mutant around. The Savage had only a
second to register the ballistic black haired wild man before the guy’s massive
fists flew. Two quick wrecking straight punches sent the Mutant stumbling back.
A full strength haymaker soon followed the blows, which was so jarring that it
had him crashing back demolishing through the bedroom wall into the living
room.
The killer Mutant narrowed his eyes setting them on the dark
haired burly man that was nearly a foot shorter than him, who stood defensively
between him and the girl. The shorter man’s eyes flashed in rage, his nostrils
flared, “Hey bub, since yer finished scarin’ little girls, why don’t cha come
pick wit someone yer own size…” he growled, his two massive fists raised.
The towering Mutant raspy voice simply chuckled to him self,
“Been a long time, runt…” then with surprisingly cat-like grace the towering
Killer smoothly slid to his feet, showing no signs that the thundering punches
he was just delivered hurt in the slightest. His grin was a row of razor sharp
teeth as he regarded the shorter man, “Have tah say yer gettin’ a bit sloppy,”
he continued to taunt, “In the old days, I’d never get the drop on ya so
easily.”
For a moment Logan ignored him. His eyes never leaving the
Mutant in front of him, but he still was able to do a quick sniff. He didn’t
detect any of the girl’s blood so hopefully Marie hadn’t been hurt. He then
drew his full attention back to the stranger whose presence was still a
mystery. Traces of his familiar musky scent assaulted Logan’s senses. The way
the stranger stood. How he spoke and moved. It was all so damn familiar to him,
but Logan simply couldn’t figure it out. So instead he decided to ignore it.
“Buddy, I ain’t never seen ya before in my life. But it don’t matter, ‘cause ya
ain’t walkin’ out of here alive.”
“HAHAHAHAAAA!” the towering Stranger whipped his head back,
his broad shoulders shaking. “They really did a number on you didn’t they,” he
grinned almost wiping away a tear. His grin then turned feral as his patience
worn off, “But one thing that ain’t changed, yer still all talk.”
“We’ll see ‘bout that tough guy,” Logan then raised his fist
in front of him, his steel eyes flashing dangerously, “Let’s go.”
And then he called them. A simple pulsation from his brain
set off a chain reaction that directed their release from their guard. They
soared along the muscles of his forearm till they tore through the blood,
tissue piercing through his flesh that was aligned behind his knuckles. Each of
his hands was now armed with a set of gleaming, twelve-inch long razor sharp
adamantium claws. The Wolverine’s lips curled as the Beast in him started to
step in for command.
Marie’s eyes widen at seeing the metal claws that erupted
from each of Logan’s hands, but he was not ashamed.
The night he was grafted with those claws, he christened
them with the blood of their creators. Ever since then he promised himself that
every time they drew light, that it would be a big “FUCK YOU” to the
assholes that did this to him. That he was still here. That he wasn’t going
anywhere.
He was the best at what he did.
The most dangerous mutant alive!
He was the mother fuckin’ Wolverine!
Issuing a roar that seemed fit for a lion, the Wolverine
lunged forward impossibly fast. He was all but a bullet of six blades of
adamantium steel that slammed deep into the large Mutant’s chest, drawing first
blood. The Mutant unleashed a howl of pain, momentarily stunned by agony from
the vicious attack, while the Wolverine snarled vindictively. The larger Mutant
then snapped into attention, a sneer on his face as his massive hands then
wrapped around the Wolverine’s sides. He hurled the shorter mutant completely
off of him into the splintered remains of the couch.
The toss temporarily upset the Wolverine’s balance for but a
moment, but that was all the time the killer Mutant needed. As soon as the
Wolverine turned, he was instantly broadsided by nearly three hundred pounds of
hurtling might. The momentum and sheer power behind the drive sent both mutants
crashing through the cabin’s wall into the frigid snow outside.
As soon as they touch the earth, both the mutants scrambled
away. Wolverine smoothly rolled back to his feet then deftly flipped a few
paces back, while the giant mutant simply drew back into a deep crouch. In low
evenly centered stances they circled each other like two prowling lions
battling for supremacy.
The killer Mutant came in fast, his talon like hands raking
across the Wolverine’s chest. Blood spilled from the wound as the torn remains
of the tank top he was wearing started to stain crimson. Wolverine tried to
counter with a wild crossing swipe, but the towering mutant threw down a guard
halting the Wolverine’s claws. But the Mutant didn’t realize his mistake till a
moment afterward, when a closed adamantium laced fist rocked him right across
his jaw nearly felling him. The Wolverine then pivoted sheathing his other
claws, his other fist smashing into the Mutant’s ribcage. The Wolverine then
let his fists go out to do their grizzly work, with such closed-in proximity
his bare fists would have better maneuverability than his claws.
His battering ram like fists was little more than blurs as
they pummeled and bashed into the taller Mutant’s body, a smashing right cross,
a colossal left hook, and a reeling uppercut, sent the Mutant stumbling a few
steps back. The ‘Works’ usually dropped grown men to the pavement but it only
staggers this one for but a moment. The Wolverine had stopped pulling his
strength in his blows a long time ago. This guy wasn't like the bums in the
Rumble House. If he let up in any sort of way he'd be a goner and Marie would
be at his mercy.
The taller blonde mutant wiped his mouthful of blood away
and issued a sharp-toothed grin, “Heh, heh, heh, just like old times, eh?” he
taunted, his talon-like fingers flexing.
The Wolverine’s thick black eyebrows frowned fists still
raised, “Were you a shitty fighter back then too?”
The killer Mutant snarled in protest, nearly outright
charging again but he paused thinking, “You really don’t remember anythin’ do
ya?” his face scrunched up in mild curiosity, “Do you even know who yer
fightin’?”
“An asshole that gets off on scarin’ defenseless girls,” the
Wolverine quickly shot back, “After that pal, I don’t’ give a fuck.”
“Oh I think ya should,” the mutant commented easily, “Ya
could almost say it was destiny, you and me. But since ya don’t remember I’ll
give ya a freebie. The name’s Sabertooth.” To this the Wolverine didn’t
comment. Honestly he didn’t care to know who the mutant was. The moment he
tried to lay a hand on Marie, signed his death warrant. “So tell me runt,”
Sabertooth began again, “did you get a lil’ bit o’ payment ‘fore ya let
that frail stay wit ya. She sure is a sweeeet one, a bit young but still
sweet.”
The Wolverine’s response was growling roar of protest. A
flex of his forearms and the faint hiss of ‘SNIKT!’ summons his claws to
his fists. “AAAAARRRRRRRGGHHHH!!!” he howled while charging. Sabertooth grinned
just as darkly, beginning his own charge.
OoOoOo
Marie quietly crept from out of the demolished wreckage that
used to be the log cabin’s living room. The cold night air was all around her,
assaulting her thinly clothed body, but her mind wasn’t aware of it. She just
continued to look at the ongoing brawl between Logan and the mutant Sabertooth.
The battle was horrid to look at from the savage brutality
of it all, yet so oddly amazing the girl just couldn’t turn away. The two at
times seemed like they were equally matched. Both were a flurry of slashes,
snarls, fury and yet still deadly graceful. But then somehow Logan would turn
any disadvantage he had into getting the upper hand. Whenever Sabertooth was
quick, Logan was quicker. Whatever smart tactic Sabertooth would try, Logan
would be cleverer. They were like mirror images of each other, in their fight,
in their dance. Sabertooth seemed to be all ruthlessness and cruelty. And Logan…well
he wasn’t no saint either.
“Ya ain’t layin’ a finger on her fucker!” she heard
him shout, moments before he unleashed a vicious continuous barrage of attacks
that seemed endless. Sometimes Sabertooth was able to dodge or even guide
Wolverine’s claws away but most often he couldn’t. And Sabertooth was laid
victim to each adamantium claw that was biting like metallic lightning.
Still unable to turn away from the carnage in front of her,
Marie’s mind still reeling behind the passion and the fury behind Logan’s
words. “He’s fightin’ fer me,” she said to herself, “He’s fightin’ fer me…” The
realization brought an unusually amount of warmth that erupted in her heart. As
she looked on she prayed that he’d be ok and that he would come back to her.
OoOoOo
The onward fray of the Wolverine and Sabertooth continued.
The pair continued to circle and strike, adamantium slashed, bone claws tore.
Each of them was sporting several fresh wounds, yet each of them looked far
from tiring. But through the fighting the Wolverine was slightly distracted.
His mind kept buzzing through how familiar this all seemed to be. Who ever this
Sabertooth asshole was, he had a healing factor that was just as good as his
own. ‘I have to end this fast and get Marie out of here,’ he said to himself
while advancing.
Wolverine came from low, a straight raking claw attack
whizzed to Sabertooth’s mid-section, but at the last second the savage mutant
rolled his shoulder down, dropping it underneath Wolverine’s fierce attack.
Five three-inch claws found their home into the Canadian feral mutant’s gut,
instead of simply slashing or tearing his claws out, Sabertooth dug them
further into Wolverine’s belly; he then started pumping his feet underneath him
pushing the Wolverine farther back. Sabertooth continued driving Wolverine
backwards till the mutant slammed him into a large pine tree. Wolverine’s
adamantium laced spine cracked against the pine, but regardless of its strength
a tree would not break adamantium-reinforced bone. Sabertooth then slammed the
Canadian mutant again against the tree this time uttering a thundering grunt as
he burst through the pine’s foundation and then used all of his might to hurl
the Wolverine away.
The feeling of weightlessness surrounded Logan till he
crashed against the ground sliding almost thirty feet from where he started.
Wolverine then quickly slammed his claws into the ground underneath him, tucked
his head towards his shoulder then rolled to his feet halting his momentum. He
looked up just in time to see Sabertooth launch him self from above. Sabertooth
looked like a nightmare of razor sharp fangs, claws and powerful rage. The type
of stuff that made grown men wet themselves just thinking about it.
But if the Wolverine looked worried, he didn’t show it.
Logan just set in his stance, releasing a set of claws to
his leading hand. He then stepped forward into Sabertooth’s pathway; his
retreating arm reaching up to grab the taller mutant in mid-air by his
collarbone, Logan’s leading hand then came up digging its claws into the
mutant’s abdominals. With a movement that was as smooth as a wave washing
against a beach, Wolverine continued with Sabertooth’s momentum, rolling his weight
around and slamming the mutant hard into the ground blasting the air from his
lungs.
Less than a breath later the Wolverine was on him like a
hurricane! Metallic claws whirling around, digging and slashing at Sabertooth’s
chest, unearthing stream after stream of blood. The taller mutant flung his
arms up catching the Wolverine by his wrists but that didn’t stop the
berserker. A cranium reinforced with adamantium steel slammed down onto
Sabertooth’s skull nearly caving it in. Concentration broken the savage mutant
released Canadian feral’s arms, Wolverine then quickly used the opportunity to
stab down, stapling the killer Mutant’s hands above his head.
Sabertooth tried to wriggle his way out from under the
powerful vice grip Wolverine’s legs had him under, but a quick disrespectful
slap from Logan’s meaty hand stopped him. Sabertooth tried to whip his head
back, his row of sharp teeth snapping but three metallic claws, that were
placed an inch away from his nose, halted him. “End of the line, asshole…”
Wolverine growled; his voice had a killer’s edge to it.
Sabertooth growled in rage, while Wolverine drew his arm
back for the killing blow. Then suddenly the skies above them were filled with
a blinding array of white lights. The thunderous hum of twin turbine engines
roared as a sleek black aircraft floated above them. The jet dipped then raced
to the side, the humming of its engines decelerating as it was looking for a
place to land.
“What the fuck?” Logan questioned, but the distraction was
just what Sabertooth ordered. The savage mutant quickly tore his hands free. A
vicious backhand ripped Wolverine from on top of him. Momentarily stunned, the
Wolverine scrambled to his feet just a moment before his ribs were blasted a
second time this night. The hefty timber splintered into pieces from the impact
of it crashing into the Wolverine’s sternum, rocking him back towards his blue
camper.
Logan crashed through the windshield, over the seats,
through the cabin, settling in somewhere near the transmission. There is a
brief calm that occurred as he tried to pull himself free, but then he heard
it. The faint, *snap, snap*, for a mild moment he cursed, then the camper is nothing
more than a ball of flame as truck’s fuel line caught the spark.
OoOoOo
Muttering a slew of curses, Logan drunkenly stumbled from
out of the fiery wreckage that used to be his blue camper truck. The few shreds
of clothing he had on were still burning and smoking, there was a gash on the
side of his head from a deep shard of glass from when he went through the
windshield and he was sure some of the carbonator was lodged in his back.
Besides all of that, he pretty much felt like shit. Healing factor was going
into overtime.
He then turned around briefly, blurry steel gray eyes
regarding the burning steel frame that was left of his truck, “Still had a
payment left…” his voice slurred before he dipped off to the side, falling into
a heap on the ground.
The faint southern cry of “Logan! Logan!” called out to him
but in his exhaustion the calm of darkness claimed him first. So he doesn’t
feel the soft-gloved hands that effortlessly try to shake him away. He doesn’t
feel that tears that poured for him from the young girl, the first person
that’s ever truly cared for him since he could remember.
Logan is unaware of all these things because in the darkness
nothing could reach him.
OoOoOo
“What the hell happened here?” Scott Summers shouted as he
approached the scene. Dressed in his dark navy blue form fitted suit of the
X-Men, he cautiously continued to inspect the area that pretty much looked like
a war zone. The still burning fiery wreck that appeared once to have been some
type of vehicle, the log cabin that had two of its four walls completely
demolished, leaving pieces of chinking and timber falling. There were signs of
an animal fight all over the place from trees being slashed, to rocks wielding
deep claw marks.
“Cyclops!” Storm’s voice broke him from his investigation.
He jogged over to the general area where his teammate went searching. Rounding
the bush he paused as he spotted Storm crouching near a young teenage girl. The
girl was hysterical: tears streaming from her eyes, her arms desperately
holding onto the beat up and bleeding body of a stocky full grown man as if he
was her only link to this world.
“Its ok child,” Storm’s smooth soothing voice spoke to her
softly, “we will not hurt you. You are safe.” A genuine smile adored the
African windrider’s face as she reached her hand out to girl. After a moments
hesitation the girl’s gloved hand reached out and she collapsed into Storm’s
arms. Bits and pieces of words flowing from the girls mouth as she was trying
to come to grips with everything around her. But Storm was there her voice warm
and comforting the girl, telling her that the worst has passed and she was with
friends.
OoOoOo
Various images come to Logan as he drifts in and out of
consciousness. His mind lingers along the surface of light and darkness to
where he wasn’t sure which was real and what was fantasy. Various voices speak
around him in a cycle, a medley at work till even they are calm and all is
quiet.
Soon there is a weightless sensation, followed by a rumbling
roar that sounded like thunder. He feels his strength returning but it comes in
small bursts. Through one of the stronger moments, he concentrates his strength
towards to his vision. An eternity’s worth of concentration is needed but
eventually he is successful. His eyes open for but a crack but that is enough
for his sights to be instantly enveloped by white.
The white is piercing and overpowering, so much that he
cannot decide if it was better in comparison to the dark. Eventually the white
dulls and shapes start to form. His eyes peer around but nothing is familiar,
nothing he recognizes and the white hasn’t left him. ‘Is this Heaven?’ he
briefly wonders, but no one answers his call.
Suddenly a vision takes notice of him. She like everything
else here was draped in white, so much that even her hair was the color. The
vision had almond eyes the color of cool sapphires and skin of smooth caramel.
Her lips were full and luscious as if kissing were the only activity they were
meant for. To say she’s beautifully is an understatement because till this
moment, he realized he didn’t know the meaning of the word till he saw her.
He didn’t know if this was heaven or not, but it couldn’t
have been that bad if it had a goddess like that here.
Another burst of strength comes to him and his hand moves
from his waist. In an instant the vision clasps his hand within the gentle
touch of hers. Those eyes that were like falling into rich cerulean pools of
water settled on him. “The girl…?” he asked, his voice is cracked and weak.
He’s surprised that was the first notion to come to him and even more surprised
how natural it felt.
The vision smiles at him. The sight is more beautiful than
all the sunrises he can remember seeing in the Canadian Rockies. “She’s fine…”
the vision assures him, the rich velvet of her warm voice is soothing.
Her words invoke a world of satisfaction to him. For the
first time in a long time he did the right thing for once. For the first time
in a long time he could feel something near to content. He could rest now. He
did all that he could.
And Logan falls away from the world again, this time in
peace.
OoOoOo
Outskirts of Alberta,Canada
Nearby two figures watch as the black stealth jet lifts up
from the ground, there is a momentary pulse of blue flame from the boosters
before the jet is nothing more than a dot in the midnight sky.
The first figure then turns to the second. “Have you finally
gotten that out of your system?” the deep trembling voice asked. The faint
flapping of a thick cloak fluttering around his body could be heard as he
waited for his companion’s response. The second figure a towering giant of six
and a half feet simply snarled a deep roar of irritation, but his partner was
hardly impressed. “Careful of your tone Creed,” the voice warned
dangerously, “Remember I was the one against you tracking him down.”
Victor Creed aka Sabertooth grumbled under his breath. “I
thought he’d make a new addition to yer brotha’hood,” he lied, knowing that was
the exact last thing on his mind.
And apparently his companion clearly saw through the deceit.
“For that I’m sure,” he commented, a smirk adorned on his face, “And when
exactly where you going to mention it, in between mauling him or the several
times he skewered you?” the voice sarcastically inquired, not an instant before
a haunting laugh escapes him. Creed remained silent knowing well that he had
been beaten. The figure then tossed his cloak over his shoulder commanding his
mutation to levitate him to the sky above, “Come, we have real work to
be done.”
Reluctantly Victor Creed followed below.
To Be Continued…
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