In all the years they had known each other, Creed couldn't imagine a more sinister end to the one person he had to finally admit he had feelings for. The wars on human and mutant were bad enough but the fact they had actually made him kill Mystique against his own will was taking it to far. Creed had always been an animal, chained, sedated, tortured, he usually always came back swinging. Not this time, looking around his breathing was shallow, boots covered in blood that made puddles on the concrete floor. He had killed so many and tried to tell himself he didn't care, truth is he did, every last scream including the woman who was unrecognizable a close distance to him. He took in a shaky breath running his hands through his unruly blonde hair regretting the decision due to the flesh still clinging to his claws. This was a new feeling, disgusted with himself he let out an inhuman yell falling to his knees finally glancing over to her. His stomach turned as he vomited gasping he scooted himself against the wall tilting his head back, mind going a million miles a minute. When would the pain end? He had gotten so used to being a tool of everyone's greed, he could feel the chip they put in his brain,one of many he had obtained over the years either by force or choice. They lied telling him it would keep him calm, instead activated it made him rage killing whoever was nearby without mercy, still conscience there was nothing he could do to stop it just watch as the carnage unfolded similar to an out of body experience. Absentmindedly he was cutting his arm with his claws vowing revenge on the sick twisted minds that had done this to him. He had to find a way to rid of the chip, a way to avenge Mystique, however, that was not going to be easy given he was an enemy to just about everyone. Creed awoke with more pain in his head, staggering into his living room he fell to the ground screaming barely able to see strait he notice a figure standing in front of him. "Sleeping past noon, you truly are pathetic" "The..hell..." Creed stuttered trying to focus. "Oh to strong?" Creed heard a click before writhing in agony, claws digging into the flooring he actually was brought to tears. "My little visit is just to make sure you won't try anything foolish, remember Victor we own you now" another click the beast of a man was reduced to weakened moaning, he heard his front door shut as the figure left. He couldn't remember how long he was out other than the fact he was drooling on the carpet. Stumbling to the bathroom he discovered his nose had bled and his eyes bloodshot. "What the hell is going on?" He asked his reflection. Throwing his shirt aside his physique was normal, muscular far beyond a normal human he was also taller. Creed's amber eyes betrayed a tired soul, he had lost his previous zest, these days being a mercenary wasn't like the old days. Completely naked the hot water caressed his skin he felt lost, everything he thought he knew was a joke. He rolled his eyes sounds a bit like Logan he mused. Driving was something Creed loved, the ability to go fast and free. Reaching the bar he sat in his usual space, bartender knew is order, cheap beer and to be left alone. Focused on the game he tried tuning everything else, the old guys griping, the bar maids flirting for tips, and the arguing of the young couple in the corner. "Well day was goin good till now" a familiar voice sounded behind Creed. "Shove off Logan" Creed rubbed his temples his head aching. "You finally slowin down? Not like you ta pass on a fight." "What part of...!" Before Creed could finish he claws were in the other mans chest. "Thought so bub!" Logans fist slammed into Creeds face. "Stop!" Creed tried to move away only to be jolted forward by unexplained force. "Stop what?" Logan grinned raking the other mans stomach with his claws. "Dad knock it off!" A young girl with blonde and purple hair stood at the door with her arms crossed looking anything but pleased. "Go to the car!" Logan shouted "Can't you stop fighting him!" She retaliated Creed broke free and was after the girl, he foot unexpectedly slammed into his gut sending him flying back into Logan. "Grow up!" The girl turned around to leave. "Lydia!" Logan yelled, he tried to stop Creed before he sunk his claws in the young girls back biting he shoulder in the process. "Get off you oaf!" She was able to free herself. "Can't...stop!" Creed struggled to brace himself only to swing at her again. "Chill yo!" He stopped as her hand touched his face gently, his body instantly relaxed, shutting his eyes he dropped to his knees his head resting against her chest. "Lydia get away from him!" Logan grabbed Creed away from his daughter Creed cringed as the anxiety and pain returned abruptly. "Go!" He sunk his claws in the earth fearful the urge would happen again. "Bub yer fights with me!" Logan gripped Creed up off the ground kicking him aside. Shocked that there was no backlash instead Creed hung his head. "Stop" Lydia grabbed her fathers arm, "this can't be right" "The hell's wrong with ya?" Creed looked up grunting slightly. "Leave me alone" his voice barely a whisper before he passed out cold. Creed winced as sunlight filled the room he was in. Eyes adjusting he looked around confused, the wooden walls were foreign, smells of cooking eased him awake even more. He stretched feeling the sheets against his bare skin. Hearing footsteps he acted as if he's were still asleep. "You alive?" A girls voice sounded as she knocked on the door lightly "guess I should say decent to" "Yea" Creed answered. "Here, fixed ya something" Lydia walked in, her hair was dyed blue with blonde streaks bleeding through. She was tiny compared to her company. Wearing purple cut off shorts, red converse, and a bright yellow tank top she was a hurricane of color, her eyes were hazel changing with the light. "Thanks" he sat up grabbing the plate from her. "Dads out I insisted you stay here" she smiled swiping a piece of bacon sitting Indian style on the end of the bed. "Foods good" "Cool, glad ya like" she smiled, it was odd how kind she was to him. "Stay away from me kid" he looked out the window. "Don't worry bout me, I'm tough!" She flexed her arm muscles. "Got this chip in my brain" he sighed "Figured as much, there was this dude they found just like you, said he couldn't fight it" she joined in staring at the scenery outside, they were far in the Canadian mountains a place Creed both hated and loved. "What happened to him?" "They offed him" her responses were simple and her empathy seemed non existent, Creed wondered who the frails mother was. "Lucky bastard" "Wish you were dead?" "Yea baby sometimes" "Ever tried not bein a bad guy?" She readjusted her ponytail. "Once" "Eh sometimes bein a hero ain't for all of us" she smiled "Do yer papa a favor...don't end up like this" Creed shifted his leg pushing her off the bed turning away. "I'll check in later, I caught fish want some later?" "Whatever" he heard the dishes clink and the door shut, forcing his eyes shut he could see memories of Mystique flashing by.