No reviews?! Not a single one? Ug... You guys are tough! Well I have a few followers at least, and though they have not offered any indication of their excitement for me to continue, I figured I would go ahead and write a second part. Hopefully this one will coax out a couple comments!
A Brother's Bond: The Fight
The thrill of an opponent who could actually present a real challenge was the kind of solace Creed had been longing for. Many decades had passed and with them came zero fulfillment of his insatiable desire for violence. The missions were always over too quickly, the challenges requiring minimal effort to success. It drove him utterly mad. Often, Victor Creed would long for another world war, just so he could join and his burning passion to kill would finally be appeased and done with! But no, it was an animalistic instinct that only grew in ferocity the longer Creed left it idle.
He was convinced nothing in the world would cure him of this primal need for blood. It was a part of him that he felt bitterly enslaved towards, a mad obsession which he obliged but despised with the sickest hatred. He wanted freedom, but could not muster the inner strength it would take to defy his own nature. Now another fight was presenting itself. Perhaps this one would appease his addiction for a few days. Victor Creed would relish this long awaited confrontation with his brother...
When time to throw down the gloves finally came, Victor held nothing back. He embraced the surge of adrenaline that raced like electricity through his bones and lept forward, bounding in a full on collusion that sent both of them splintering through the bar's barn door. Victor's senses heightened ten times in his raging stupor, the smells, the sounds, all of it he could get drunk on. And the best part was, he knew Jimmy could handle what ever he dished out, and recover.
They were both mutants whose bodies could naturally regenerate cells and heal at rapid speeds. They could beat the crap out of one another all night and be standing without a single injury the next day. It was only because of this knowledge that Victor didn't hesitate to deal out damage. But Jimmy wasn't hesitating either. They both needed this. They both needed to give in to the anger they each felt gnawing at their insides and set it all free from their systems.
And that's exactly what they did.
They punched, scratched, stabbed, kicked, wrestled, tumbled and screamed in agony until finally the winner was evident. And indeed, it was Creed.
Jimmy was greatly out of practice, no where near up to par as far as his skills were concerned. It was slightly sad, considering Victor had been looking forward to a bit more of a challenge. As Jimmy lay on the floor, groaning and trying to recover for a second wind, Victor watched him in pity.
"I hate to say it Jimmy, but frankly, I'm a little disappointed," he confessed, pacing slowly.
Stupidly, Jimmy took the bate, and began to stand, even more infuriated than he'd been when they'd started. Even so, Victor knew Jimmy was too out of shape and practice to be of any real threat.
"Stay down," Victor advised, giving his half brother a chance to submit without further punishment.
Ultimately, Jimmy didn't listen, and his defeat was no doubt to blame on the soft way he'd been living the last several years. Having the rich comfort of a home and a woman to share it with only served to weaken a man, and lucily, neither of which had Victor ever gotten to experience. Perhaps it was that revelation alone that had caused Victor to look down at his battered and broken brother, lying beaten on the train tracks and feel one last wave of anger. Jimmy's long, rigid claws currently were still protruded from his knuckles and rested over the train rail, making it all too easy for Victor's next move. With a vicious sneer, he hiked up his boot to deliver a final, harsh stomp, directly cracking his brother's bone claws and extracting a howl of pain from his mouth.
Victor Creed's work here was done. He'd thought perhaps he might be subject to a tiny sting of guilt after obliterating his brother the way he had, but in truth, Victor felt like Jimmy had gotten what he deserved for having abandoned him all those years ago.
Maybe, now that debts had been settled, Victor's begrudging heart would be open to finally letting some of his long festering hate go...
Okay, there was part two. Most likely, I'm going to take lots of creative advantages and stray from the mere movie material I've written so far in the future. In truth, I'm writing this as a redemption story, which though it is dark right now it will gradually become lighter! So hopefully you at least enjoyed the read and would like to comment? That would be very nice!
-StokinDembers