Torn Roads

The Road to Hell is Paved with Survival

Name: V (alias, real name unknown) Known to the Brother-Hood of Mutants as Ghost.

Age: Unknown. Appears to be in her early twenties

Nationality: Unknown. Suspected that she resided in several small eastern countries in Asian.

Sex: Female

Appearance: White blond hair, shoulder length, black eyes, 5'4, thin, fit, attractive.

Background: Lived in an unknown country for years as a mutant before sneaking into the United States. Joined the terrorist organization known as 'The Brother-Hood of Mutants' and is known to still be a part of their ranks. Mutant ability is unknown. Has no files, or recorded fingerprints. A threat but not deadly. V seems to be fickle and capture is preferred over death.

Blah, blah blah. I was skimming through the file the U.S had on me. Not very detailed, in my opinion. It didn't even look like it had been filled out correctly either. And the grammar was downright horrible. I mean, did this person drop out of kindergarten and write this shit? Probably. And shouldn't my sex and physical description been at the top of the list? Not according to the government, apparently. A bunch of idiots, that's for sure. They probably didn't know I stole the file.

I leaned back in my bar stool, taking my elbow's off the bar. We had been here to catch a mutant with the ability to decay people when he got angry, but not only did Creed fuck that up, Professor X got to him first. Which, in all honesty, probably isn't a bad thing. I mean, the kid's power is deadly, and Magneto would have him walking the streets, killing every normal person for miles.

Sabertooth sat next to me, his claw's scraping his shot glass before he drank it. I winced at the sound, scowling at him. At this point, I could easily say I wished I'd never met the murdering psychopath. Fucked up in the head doesn't even cover Creed.

"Magneto's gonna be pissed when he finds out." I muttered. Creed's eyes flashed over to mine, and he grinned savagely. Several people saw his elongated and pointed teeth, and got up and left. It wasn't hard to see that he was a mutant, especially when he pulled stunts like that. I don't know why he even joined up with Magneto again, seeing as the last time Creed was screwed over and thrown from a building into the ocean. Somehow he regained some memories, and was willing to work for Magneto again.

I glanced over at him distastefully, my dark eyes holding nothing but contempt. Obviously he had his own agenda, but he wasn't spilling to anyone. Not that I was stupid enough to ask after that porcupine kid asked. Kid ended up needing 57 stitches.

"Does it look like I give a shit?" Creed answered, his voice gruff across the air. Everyone left in the bar stilled, their brains no doubt processing that they had just heard a predator. If they were smart, they'd leave before he got interested enough to either rape (the woman who were pretty enough) or murder them all.

I shrugged. "I know you don't, he could impale you with a metal spike and you'd be fine. I don't have that luxury Cat Man." I replied smoothly, drinking my shot. He smirked, letting a few pointed teeth show.

"Always worried about yourself." He pointed out, and I snorted.

"No shit. I'm a survivalist, but you already know that." I said gruffly, looking back towards the door when it opened. Creed stayed still, facing the bar, but I could tell he was alert. Working with someone for a year, and you start to become more aware of them. Even if I wasn't, I made a point to observe him. He was the dangerous one, and I didn't want to fight him unless I had the advantage.

A man in a suit, tall and pale, walked through the bar doors with a man with a bow, and an old man in a plaid shirt. He was a bit shorter, and dressed in some kind of military armor with a bow on his back. The second man's eyes were a disturbing blue and empty. The man in a suit walked confidently, completely ignoring Creed, which was surprising, and sat at the other end of the bar. Everything was still for a few moments.

I moved my eyes to my drink when he sat down. I didn't want to be caught staring if he was a mutant. Didn't want to cause trouble. It was just that the old man's eyes, and the man with the bow's eyes were the exact same of blue.

I drank some more shots, before just settling with a soda when I wasn't getting the buzz I wanted.

Creed had started to tense and smiled horribly when a pretty red headed woman left the bar with what looked like her boyfriend. He slid out of his seat and walked towards the door.

"I'll be back in a bit V," He said, his rough voice equal measures excited and amused. I stood up and followed him. He stopped and looked over his shoulder back at me.

"No you're not, we've been through this." I said quietly, staring back at his pale eyes. I could see his sharp teeth glinting at me as he smiled. I got tired of him leaving a trail of dead bodies and raped (dead) women. Not to mention, I didn't really like the idea of him raping some innocent, mutant or not.

Faster than I could react, Creed spun, grabbing me by the throat and lifting me up into the air. Someone screamed and the bar emptied and I tore at his arm trying to relieve some of the pressure on my throat.

"Oh yeah? You wanna take the frail's place V? I don't really mind." He growled, his voice slipping through his grinning lips.

"Creed…put….me down." I rasped, glaring down at him. He had apparently forgotten what I could do.

"I don't think so." He said, and as soon as he did, my hands stopped clawing at his arm and flashed towards his elbow and wrist, tapping them. I dropped to the floor very ungraciously, coughing hoarsely. I rubbed my throat. Creed recovered quickly kicking me hard in the stomach till I rolled over on my back wheezing.

"Did that hurt? I'm sorry." He sneered down at me. I glared.

"Savage...Monster." I spat, my voice a loud whisper as I tried to breath normally. The pale man at the bar, who hadn't had the sense to leave, looked at me, something strange in his eyes. I looked away focusing on Creed. Sabertooth smiled even bigger. This was nothing new. I would tell him no, and we would get into a fight, which is what he wanted. I didn't. I never liked fighting, I only fought because it was necessary.

"That's right babe. Did you forget?" He asked, and I snapped into motion, springing up and hitting him in a dozen places, freezing him into place. I stood straight, glaring down at him.

"Nope. But it looks like you've forgotten who I am Sabertooth. Sometimes I think you just do this on purpose." I said coldly, glaring down at him. I was starting to get so sick of this man, you wouldn't believe. I heard a twang, and I turned, catching the arrow. I glared at the man in the suit and the man with the bow.

"This is none of your concern." I spat even colder, snapping the arrow in two before throwing it to the ground. I had just turned back when Creed had sprung towards the two, a horrific smile lighting up his face. For someone so large and built, he was graceful and impossibly fast. I sighed, rushing forward, standing in front of Creed. He lunged at me, and I ducked under him, hitting him and paralyzing him again. Had it been any normal person, they would've been frozen for a few hours, but because of Creeds regeneration ability, he would recover in minutes.

"Sabertooth, we've caused enough trouble, let's just leave. We have to report back to Magneto anyway." I said, walking past him. Stupid mistake.

He grabbed my ankle and yanked me down. Thankfully, my reflex's kicked in and I didn't smash my head into the floor. He put a heavy boot on my back, pressing some of his weight on to me. Ouch much?

"Get off me fatty." I hissed, turning my head to glare at him when my eyes widened. Creed grinned, sensing the man in the suit behind him with his glow-stick thing. Creed spun, ripping his claw's across the man's abdomen. The man sneered, looking at Creed like he was dog shit he just stepped in.

I stood, cracking my neck. I was so done with this shit. Anger burned through me.

"That's it! I quit!" I roared, the lights flickering around me. Creed turned to me, the smile fading into a smirk.

"Very funny." He said before turning back to the suit man who was (miraculously) climbing out of the wall he landed in. The archer shot Creed, hitting him in the heart. Sabertooth turned and swatted him away like a bug before yanking out the arrow.

My dark eyes burned into his pale ones. "I'm serious. I'm done with you, I'm done with Magneto. I'm quitting."

"You can't quit." He said seriously, his smile gone now. He was deadly serious, but so was I.

"Yes I can. And that's what I'm doing. Have a nice life old man." I sneered, backing up. I wasn't stupid enough to turn my back on him when he was his pissed. That would result in my untimely death.

My eyes turned for just a second when the man-who-was-in-a-suit was no longer in a suit, but some kind of golden armor. I raised my eyebrow in confusion. Okay, my day could officially not get any worse. I'd been thinking of quitting for awhile, especially after what they did to Mystique when she lost her ability, but I never thought that Creed would flip his lid.

He swiped for me, and I flipped back, landing on my hands, kicking him hard in the face. I twisted, using the momentum to end up back on my feet.

"How dare you strike a God; you filthy mortals!" The man in armor roared. Both of our head's snapped towards him. I met Creed's eye, and we nodded. We'd finish this later, now we had another problem to deal with.

There was a reason Creed and I were partnered. Our abilities fit, we balanced each other out, I could keep him occupied and out of the public light when he felt murderous…etc, etc. The main reason, was that our fighting styles matched each other's.

Creed was large and lunged, fighting like the great beast he was named for. I was nimble, light, and could easily get his back and cover his weakness. I nodded towards the man with the bow, and Creed's eyes flashed in understanding.

In a flash, I was on the man with the bow, my body erupting into action, jabbing the man's nerves until he was paralyzed and knocked out. Victor flew by me, not even a breath away before he crashed into a few tables. I ran forward, my arms back behind me. The man smiled, raising his glow-stick and brining it down on me. I jumped, landing on it, and pushing it down onto the floor. His eyes widened before he scowled. As he went to yank the stick out from under me, I grinned and crouched down.

Then Creed crashed into him, knocking him back through the wall and into the desert.

Unfortunately, our truce was short lived because just as I grabbed the glow stick, Creed yanked me by my hair and pulled me back, causing me to drop the stick. He turned me around and sunk his claw's deep into my arms.

"You don't get to quit." He snarled in my face. I scoffed.

"I think that I can. And you can't stop me." I shot back. Energy began building up in my body, but I needed to get my hands free to make a difference, so I tried to knee him in the groin. He caught my knee in a flash, as expected, and I punched him hard in the face electric sparks flickering around it. He leaned back, releasing me as I shot for the door, grabbing the glowing stick on the way. I heard Creed get up, and I pointed a finger at him, my eyes piercing into his. I didn't like to use my ability in so publically, but I wanted out.

Blue lightning crackled around my finger, and Creed stilled, his body tense. He looked like might lunge at me, but didn't.

Then he smiled, a large lazy, and frightening smile that made my blood freeze.

"Don't think I won't be able to find you. I can track you wherever you go." Creed said slowly, letting his words sink in before running towards me. I brought my other arm back, and the lightning shot forward, slinging him back behind the bar. Man, talk about abandonment issues.

I grinned. "You may be able to track me Creed, but even you couldn't find me. Tell Magneto fuck off for me." I said, walking out the door. I was so happy to finally be free, I walked into someone. An armored, very pissed off someone, who's glow-stick I had. Whoops.

I jabbed him in the throat, smiling as he choked, then grabbed his head, smashing it into my knee. He didn't seem fazed by that, instead, punching me solidly in the gut before yanking the glow-stick from me. I frowned as he vanished, leaving me alone in the desert. There were a couple car's left in the parking lot, and I grinned.

I picked the candy-apple red sports car, and opened the door, sitting down in the beautiful car. Karma was finally paying me off. I put my hand over the ignition and started the car, putting it in reverse and driving out of the bar parking lot. I needed to get out of the country before Creed did come after me. Maybe I'd go back to the country I grew up in and join back up with the people that trained me.

I frowned, the landscape racing by me. They wouldn't take me back after I left, in fact they'd probably try to kill me. My hair, which was bleach blond, would get me killed before they even knew my name. After all, how many Asian people have blond hair like mine in a third world country? Nobody.

The world was big enough for me to hide in anyway.

I'd done it before, I could do it again.

I pulled into a small motel, digging out the rest of my cash for the room. I sat in my room, watching through the blinds for Creed. The man was truly scary, and I don't think I was on his good side. I didn't even know why he had such a bug up his ass about me quitting. In all honestly, I thought he wouldn't have given a shit. I half expected him to try and murder me because I pissed him off and stopped him from murdering and raping ordinary people.

Whatever his reasons, they didn't matter. He was nothing if not a persistent bastard.

I jerked out of my thoughts as the suit man from earlier walked into the room next to mine. I didn't look directly at him, so that he wouldn't be able to sense me watching him. Their eyes that exact shade of blue. That disturbed me greatly, and he left them outside as he went in the room and locked the door.

I pressed my ear to the wall, listening for his breathing to even out so I could break in and get that glow-stick. It would probably fetch a decent amount if I sold it, enough for me to catch a plane out of here. I could probably invest in some hair dye and HEAVY perfumes to disguise my smell. Not that it would stop Creed, but it would slow him down.

The man's breathing slowed and I smiled. Cash and foreign countries here I come…

I stood on my bed, dislodging one of the ceiling tiles and silently wiggling up into the ceiling. I don't use air vents unless I have to, they're far too noisy. I got inside the ceiling, and crept through the insulation until I was above my neighbor's room. I slid the ceiling tile over, pulling it inside the ceiling with me, and slipped down into his room. He was lying on the bed, nothing on (that I could see), with his stick in his hand.

My grin widened. Such a stupid, arrogant thing to do, but then again, he did think he was a god. I wouldn't have been able to strike his pressure points if he'd had his armor on. I crept up, and his eyes snapped open. I ducked the blast from the glow-stick, before jabbing his wrist, elbow, shoulder and then chest in quick succession, freezing him in place. I smiled cheekily, taking the boom boom stick as his eyes followed me. He looked absolutely furious, which made me smile bigger.

"Sorry, I need this more than you. You'll get over it, I'm sure." I started, then my voice dropped down to a whisper as I saw Creed walk past the man's widow and walk up to my door. I gripped the stick tightly. I heard him break the door down and I frowned.

"How dare you steal from your God-!" Loki yelled and I inched back over to him, my dark eyes fierce.

"Shut up you idiot!" I mouthed, wincing as I heard sharp nails being dragged across the wood. I turned to the wall, then looked back up to the ceiling. If he couldn't find me in the room, he'd wait for me by my car and I'd be trapped. I scowled, rushing for the door and with a few pokes, the 'guards' of the so-called 'god' were frozen. I ran for my car, starting it up and rushing out of the motel parking lot, the boom-boom stick in the passenger seat.

My body was tense as I drove into the dawn. God, Creed was such a fucking sociopath. And the man in the suit was just plain delusional. Then again, I was never one to understand America or the people who lived in it.

I had a feeling things were going to be far from peaceful. My eyes flickered back to the road to see the dark haired man standing in front of me. I slammed on my breaks, and swerved around him, missing him by inches.

I busted out of the car, furious. "What the fuck?! Do you have a death wish, you moron?!" I roared. A flash of silver caught my eye as the stick flew into his waiting hands.

"Nice trick you've got there slick," I sneered, hearing a twang and spinning to grab the arrow that had been fired at me. I felt a charge in the air and crouched as electricity fired towards me. I threw my hand out, open palm towards it as I absorbed the lightning and spun, firing right back at the pale man. It hit him, flinging him back. He cursed me, calling me mortal and I caught more arrow's before he crossed a line.

"Useless human piece of scum." He said as I again deflected the lightning. I froze, so indigent I couldn't even look at the piece of shit. The air around me burned with electricity when I look up, my black eyes burning into his.

"You spoiled rich brat. I bet you've never wanted for anything, never gone hungry. Bet your parents loved you, and you probably didn't even deserve it. You life was fucking paradise you ungrateful bastard, and yet you call me scum?" I whispered, heat lightning striking all around me as I surged forward, striking his pressure points until he fell to the ground. I kicked him hard in the face. I leaned down, grabbing the stick and pressing to his throat.

"You make me sick." I spat in his face, snarling and furious. "You don't know anything about life, and yet you're going to curse me because you think you're entitled to it brat!?" I hissed, and his furious bright eyes burned back, equally as angry as his jaw clenched.

"You don't deserve anything." He said, his voice a furious and incensed hiss through the crashes of lightning.

"I deserve more than you, rich-boy. So I'm going to take your glow-stick and sell it. Then, I'm going to live a happy and peaceful life while you search all over the world for this. And you know what, you bastard? I don't even want your boom-boom stick anymore, you can keep it. I don't want to see you're arrogant face." I snarled, walking back to my car.

I got in, and sped off, leaving him in the dust. I didn't need the stress of dealing with a spoiled rich-boy who thought he was my 'God'. He wasn't, and even if he was I had stopped believing in God a long, long time ago.

I pulled off into a big city, and robbed everyone I met blind. I abandoned the car, and head to the airport. I could get practically anywhere from Germany…Hell, Germany was a pretty safe location and I could hide out well there.

So I went to the nearest airport and booked a flight, staring out at the earth below us. I closed my eyes and finally allowed myself a sigh of relief. Not even Creed could track me over the ocean. I stared out, my face solemn and drawn. I was on the run…again. I shouldn't have let that rich guy set me off, he was stupid. He didn't understand anything when it came to my life, he didn't understand what it was like to be traded out for another child because you were a mutant. To be beaten senselessly, then dropped in a remote corner of the world because your foster parents found a better baby.

A normal baby, one they could love. Not the freak, not the scum they got.

To have to grow up, fighting for food and water, even though you were just a kid.

Then, they saved me. Taught me how to fight, how to be ruthless. I worked for that strange organization, the Dans le Silence. It was fine, they taught me how to disarm an army. Me, a small starving girl. Then, I got tired or being their murderer. I got tired of people looking me in the eye, and being afraid. So I quit. I traveled alone for awhile, a merc, hired for money. I fought many silly war's in tiny countries hidden from the world. I was put in their archaic prisons many, many times. I always broke out, none could ever properly hold me in.

Later, I made it to America, where cities were littered with the rich who kept their pockets lined with cash. Magneto sent Sabertooth to extend the invitation into the Brother-Hood and I accepted.

Now, I've got no one. Again. Even if I didn't like Creed at all, he was still someone to talk to. I've left, and now I'll have no one to talk to for weeks and weeks.

I closed my eyes, feeling the lack of sleep sink in. I hadn't sleep for over two days. After all, you don't just sleep easy when Creed's in the bed next to you, and you don't know when he's going to want to rip out your throat.

I drifted off, feeling myself relax against the airplane seat.