THE PASTY

by Linda J.

DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS FOR FUN AND NOT FOR PROFIT. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO MARVEL AND FOX. I DID NOT ASK FOR PERMISSION TO USE THEM, BUT I DO PROMISE TO PUT THEM BACK WHEN I'M DONE PLAYING WITH THEM.

RATING: R FOR VIOLENCE, ADULT CONTENT, AND LANGUAGE

UNIVERSE: MOVIEVERSE PRE-X1

SUMMERY: MY EXPLANATION OF WHY THE VICTOR CREED FROM THE WOLVERINE:ORIGINS MOVIE AND SABRETOOTH FROM X1 SEEM SO DIFFERENT WHEN THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE SAME MAN.

TAKES PLACE AROUND 10 YEARS AFTER WOLVERINE ESCAPED AND LOST HIS MEMORIES.

STRYKER AND CREED NOW WORK TOGETHER FOR THE "FACULTY," BUT CREED'S BLOOD LUST IS GETTING OUT OF HAND AND SOMETHING MUST BE DONE TO PROTECT THE FACULTY'S SECRET OPERATIONS.

FEEDBACK: YES PLEASE!

CHAPTER 1

The long shadows crept slowly along the office walls, giving away the time of day as the sun sat in the summer sky. Stryker had spent yet another day at his obsession; another day trying to find a way to control the ever growing mutant problem that faced the world. But once again, the attempt to control these monsters seemed impossible. Wolverine proved that reducing a mutant to his most animal instincts, didn't automatically make a mutant dumb, it only made him angry; and angry animals always ran out of control.

The Col. looked down at the latest newspaper headline, telling the readers about yet another prostitute found in an alley, naked and ripped to shreds. It was now clear the feral had become overly confident; which meant he was starting to get sloppy. Creed was now killing humans, not just mutants any more.

Stryker suddenly looked up and saw Victor Creed standing in the doorway of his office. He could feel the his temples begin to pound as he ordered the mutant inside, "come in Captain; close the door behind you."

Creed quickly noticed the newspaper on Stryker's desk and mocked a fearful look as he walked inside, closing the door behind him. "Oo, I'm in trouble now!"

"Shut up!" the Col. snapped as he picked up the paper and threw it at Creed. "What were you thinking? No one cares when a mutant whore is killed, but when a human, whore or not, is killed, especially by a mutant, people get pissed! People start demanding for arrests!"

Vic didn't even bother to catch the paper as it hit him on the arm, as he lazily leaned back on the wall, arms folded over his chest, and legs crossed as he looked about the room and casually shrugged his shoulders. "Who said I was thinking?"

If Stryker thought he could kill this bastard right here and now he would have, and Victor knew that was exactly what the man was thinking. The fact that both knew this was impossible pleased Victor very, very much.

"You do know they found the DNA you left behind this time?" Stryker coolly asked him, wondering if Vic even cared.

For just a quick moment, Creed's face appeared concerned, but he quickly covered up his unease. "So? Fix it."

"I beg your pardon?" Stryker couldn't believe his subordinate's gaul.

Creed then stood erect and took a few steps to the Col's desk. "Oh I see; only you and OJ can get away with murder. Is that it?"

For a moment or two, he and Stryker glared hatefully at one another. Then, Stryker reached in his desk drawer and pulled out an apparent mug shot of another feral looking mutant. "You want me to fix it, huh? Well this is how I'm going to fix it."

Creed looked at the 3x5 picture of his fellow mutant and smirked, "let me guess...never modeled for GQ."

"Once again, your knack for stating the obvious is truly astonishing, Captain," Stryker quipped sarcastically.

"This is Thomas Catarski; you and him have quite a bit in common. Long claws, good fighting skills, and he appears to have a taste for blood as well."

The Col's remark tweaked Creed's curiosity, "He does now?"

"About two years ago, Catarski was charged with killing another mutant; fully castrated the little shit with his bare claws, then choked him to death by shoving his own dick down his throat. But, just as we discussed, mutant on mutant crime is meaningless, especially when the dead mutant is a child molester. So, with the help of a good lawyer, the judge called it a miss-trial and Catarski walked."

"Vicious...sadistic..." Creed slyly smiled, nodding his head and studying the features of this fellow feral. "A little bit creative too. I think I'm going to like this guy."

"That's nice to know, because he's your fall guy. You're going to bring him back here. Then you're going to give him some of your DNA; after that, the boys down stairs will erase his memories and fill his head with some of yours."

Creed found himself reeling just a little upon hearing the plans, "What was that?"

"Do I need to draw you a picture in crayon?" Stryker jeered as he handed him the picture, along with a plane ticket to Omaha and car reservations.

"So what becomes of me, after all this is done?" Vic tried hard not to sound concerned.

"Once this mutant has your identity, you'll be shipped off to the faculty's location near the Russian border. Then we put the fake Creed out on the street, tell the locals where to find him and just like that, the 'Alley Cat Murders,' are solved."

Suddenly Stryker's idea was making good sense, even if being shipped over seas really sucked, but, what the hell. New scenery was always nice. "We got a location on this guy?"

"He's in Omaha right now; works at the city zoo. The guy is over 7ft tall, so spotting him won't be a problem, but getting him back here probably will," Stryker cautiously warned Creed, only to have the feral arrogantly brush it all off without a care.

"What makes this one any tougher than what I've dealt with before?"

"He doesn't have the hyper-healing factor that you do," Stryker once again tried warned, "but he's no cream puff Creed. Keep that in mind."