Hey ya'll! This is my first multi-chapter X-Men story and to me it's a little creepy! The plot is i mean! Anyway I hope you like it!

Remy sat in a bar downing his second beer of the night. He'd started with a few a shots but had since moved on to beer. It didn't work as fast but he thought that maybe seven shots in it didn't matter anyway. He was already drunk. Since the end of X-Factor he'd been on his own and with nothing else to do and so he'd spent his time pulling heists and getting drunk. He didn't dare head back to the mansion. Being kicked out once was enough.

Instead he whiled away the hours drinking, fighting and stealing. He found that that was what he was best at. Fucking too, he was good at that and he'd done a lot of it in the month he'd been on his own. Now he sat getting drunk and half hoping for a fight. He was tempted to remove his sunglasses, maybe if he did someone would notice and he'd get his fight. He downed the rest of his beer and ordered another one just as someone sat down heavily next to him. He looked over blearily. He was drunk and suddenly didn't know if he could hold his own in a fight, mutant powers or not. And then his eyes came into focus and he realized who was sitting next to him.

Clumsily he sprang back and let out a yelp, falling off his bar stool. "Th-the hell you doin' here?" He asked wildly. Suddenly forming words and thoughts was much easier. Fear was scaring the drunk right out of him.

Victor Creed smiled a predator's smile, all of his pointed teeth showing. "Lookin' for you."

Remy hit the flood in his haste to jump away. He tumbled off his bar stool in a drunken mess, fear setting his hair on end. "I ain't got nothin' to do wit' you!" He slurred, fighting hard to think straight.

Creed gave a dark laugh and picked up his new drink. "Sit your ass down." He growled.

Remy glared at him, trying desperately to focus. He glanced towards the door, debating weather or not he could make a get away. He was seized from his thoughts suddenly by Creed grabbing the front of his jacket and hauling him to his feet.

"Start walkin' boy"

Remy tripped over himself in his hast to comply. Sabertooth dragged him across the floor and out the door. The bar tender yelled after them that they hadn't payed but there was nothing he could do. He now regretted his determination to get drunk. He tripped over tree roots and rocks as he was pulled behind the bar and along a dirt path. "What you want from me?" he tried again. He got a little shake and was jerked along but no answer. If Creed was going to kill him he wondered why he hadn't just done it inside. Witnesses had never stopped the man before.

Suddenly he was thrown aside and he had to catch himself on a tree. "oof." His head was spinning and his stomach was churning. He thought he might puke. Being drunk and trying to fight it never went well and being manhandled didn't make things much better. He tried to calm his body down and catch his breath, holding onto the tree for support when a sudden voice made him stop.

"Well done Creed." He looked up and felt his heart stop. A man as dark as he was pale was standing in the shadows and by the glowing red eyes it could be no one other than Mister Sinister himself. "Good evening, Mr. LeBeau. I do hope you're not to inebriated to remember this conversation in the morning." Next to him Creed let out a growling chuckle.

"What you wan' from me?" He rasped. This was so much worse than just being killed by Sabertooth.

"I have a job for you."

"I ain't doin' nothin' for you."

Sinister smirked. "I don't think you can afford not to. If you don't the X-Men might find out about a few more of the things you did while in my employ and I think we both remember what happened last time something was let slip."

Remy felt a pit form in his churning stomach. "I ain't got any more secrets from 'em."

"Oh I think we both know that's not true."

"Well it wouldn't matter anyway, they kicked me out."

"Oh but you're still hoping they'll take you back and as it is they probably will eventually. They're so fond of second chances and redemption. But I think I know a few things that might make even their sycophantic belief in good waver." Sinister's eye glittered. "But blackmail is so tacky, why don't we make things much simpler? If you don't do what I tell you I'll have Victor eviscerate you." There was a pause. "Again."

Remy held on to the tree as he fought to stand. He glared from Sinister to Sabertooth and knew there was nothing he could do. "Alright." He said finally. "What do you want."

Sinister smiled again. "Good boy. Now it's nothing particularly nasty. I had an escape. One of my experiments got loose two days ago and I need it tracked down."

"Lucky him." Remy spat into the dark ground.

"But not lucky for anyone else. The creature has one goal and that is the eradication of all life on earth. He'll go on a killing spree until he has nothing left to kill. Birds, animals, humans, mutants. All life and when he's killed everything. . . well even I don't know what he'll do then. It might be interesting to see but not worth it. I need him captured. Preferably alive. That's where you come in. I can't trust Victor not to kill but I think you might be able to stop him. I don't care how, last time you used your body. Hopefully this time you won't need to."

"How will I know when I find him?" Remy asked.

Sinister's smile widened. "Glad to see you're taking an interest. You'll know because there will be an abundance of dead animals and there will be dead people. He may even kill the flowers. But when you find him he will look like a man but he won't be. He will be faster, stronger and more intelligent then a man but don't mistake it. There will be no reasoning with this creature. He is devoid of empathy and compassion. Completely fixated on killing. He has little socialization so he probably won't be among people and I doubt you will find much in the way of conversation with him. He's rather fixated."

Remy felt his stomach clench and that didn't help the nauseous feeling either. "So he's a monster."

"Oh completely." Sinister said it with such simple ease that he almost seemed proud. "Victor can fill you in on anything more you need and he can track the creature. My belief is that he's out west. Oklahoma perhaps. You might want to catch him before he gets too far. Undoubtedly he's going to head for Texas and look for the largest concentration of human life. I advise you to catch him before he reaches that." Creed snickered as though the idea of a mass murdering monster being loose in a city was amusing. Sinister cast him an approving eye. "And I will warn you, every day you don't find him he's going to kill. Once the news reports start popping up I think the trail should become much clearer."

And then suddenly he was gone and Remy fell to his knees, puking at last. His stomach uncleched and he found himself vomiting violently. He heard Sabretooth laugh and after a few minuets of panting and spitting he looked up. His head was clearer now, he had puked up most of the alcohol in his system. He got to his feet unsteadily and wiped his mouth. "What're you laughing at?"

Sabretooth chuckled and reached out, putting his arm around Remy's shoulders. He gave a tight squeeze that came off as more threatening than anything else and then with a sudden force Remy found himself on the ground again. He started to get up when he felt Sabretooth's boot land on his chest. "Listen boy, you pull any of the shit you tried in the tunnels and I'll rip your damn head off. You hear me?"

Glaring up at him with a growing head ache Remy nodded, when the pressure of the boot let up he rolled out from under and got to his feet. "I ain't got a choice in dis one." He muttered, straightening his coat.

"Damn right you don't." Sabretooth sneered at him. "Gonna be just like old times. You lead me to 'em and I gut 'em."

"Thought you were the one tracking."

He was right but Creed just continued to sneer. "Get some sleep. We're leaving at dawn."

Remy wondered vaguely if he could skip town but decided against it. If he did Sinister would just tell the others whatever horrid thing he'd done. Instead he dragged himself back to his motel room and tried to sleep puking had brought on an early hang over and he still felt sick. He fell into an uneasy sleep and tried to forget his raging head ache and whatever was to come.

So this is gonna be three chapters long and updates will be pretty close. Expect this to all be up in one week. Anyway, road trip starts next chapter and you meet the creature next chapter!

Thanks for reading!