A brief Halloween tale from the days when Wolverine and Sabretooth were walking very different paths.
Pre-LATEOTW
Amateurs
"'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world."~ William Shakespeare
The moon was high and full when he left the building. Amateurs. If there was anything that Creed couldn't stand, it was an amateur. Especially those that claimed to be in the same line of work as he was.
Any idiot could pick up a gun. And as far as he could tell, it was mostly idiots that did. If a gun was the only way that you could kill a man, you didn't have any business calling yourself a mercenary. Hell, he could come up with over a dozen ways to kill that didn't involve a gun without breaking a sweat. Especially when talking about five against one odds. Idiots - they hadn't even slowed him down, but he showed them what a real mercenary could do. His little impromptu demonstration sure as hell took the pep out of their step. Permanently.
Flexing his claws, he admired the added heat that the blood gave them. All too soon, it would go cold, start stinking and he'd find a place to wash it off, but for now, he simply enjoyed it as he started to come down off the adrenaline high that a killing always gave him.
Creed stopped as the wind shifted and carried an oddly mixed scent to him - human and animal, chemical and alcohol. Turning, it took him a moment to adjust his vision from seeing heat signatures to seeing the form. The image that formed was a two legged wolf. His nose told him it was some human wearing a costume. A slightly drunk human at that.
That human drew nearer to Creed - obviously his sense of self-preservation wasn't working either. Oddly enough, the human seemed to be casting an admiring gaze Creed's way. That alone puzzled Creed enough that he didn't just gut the human on the spot. Curiosity - plus the fact that he'd just satisfied his blood lust quite thoroughly - was keeping the blood inside of the human's frail flesh. Creed smirked a bit as he mused that curiosity might be every bit as bad for a Sabretooth as it was for an alley cat.
"Wow. I can never get that look going as good as you've got it. Man - great Halloween get-up. How did you get the gore looking so - so real?"
It took two beats for it to dawn on Creed that the human was assuming that he was in costume. He started laughing and pointed the human to the building he'd just left. Where the remains of his five would-be killers were strewn like a bomb had gone off in a butcher's shop.
"You can get all th' gore you need fer yer costume in there. Plenty o' it - free fer th' takin'. Knock yerself out."
Chuckling to himself, Creed starting walking again. When his hearing picked up the sound of the human's screaming coming from the building behind him, he started laughing even harder before licking some of the thickening blood from a claw. Human was dressed up like a killer and screaming like a little girl. Another amateur but he'd let this one live because he was at least amusing.
Creed began to look for a place where he could clean up. So it was Halloween, huh? Maybe he'd go out and party a little. Show some of the other rubes running around sporting fake fangs and claws what the genuine articles could do. Could be fun. Yeah, Sabretooth just might make this a Halloween that this sleepy little burg would never forget.
