As I am my school tech guy, i have a closet full of cords, keyboards, mice, and other things. So I sitting in said closet away from the BS that is humanity when I decided to post.
I'm in charge now, runts, so listen up. Oliver, drop the act. If anyone was to be in charge it would be Jack Daniel. What are you suggesting? That even though I don't drink, you're making me want to. Then I'm doing my job. *sigh* On to the story. You have to transfer those files. Oh, right, then on to the story!
It had been almost two weeks since Harley had arrived on Victor Creed's property, but neither party was complaining. Sabretooth had taught Harley some move, the brat's favorite was the one where he dropped and ran on all fours. Victor learned that Harley was good with tech and other whatnots, like knot tying and thinking up tortures.
He had learned that part the hard way, when he had challenged the kid to do his worst, and after losing a battle that consist of a lot of arson on his nephew's part. He had been knocked unconscious and woke up chained to a tree branch by his feet, while the kid used him as a target for his knives, and not to mention the fire that was blazing beneath him, emitting heat that hurt and smoke that blinded, while also getting into his lungs and choking him.
Save that one for the books, Victor thought afterwards, as he was chasing Fox through the woods for the mere hell of it, enjoying both the run and the smell of fear and then later amusement coming from the kid.
But now Creed had a mercenary mission to attend to and the kid was still here.
"Hey," he said as he sat on the couch beside Harley, who was reading one of the old manuscripts he had found.
"Hey," responded Harley, not looking up.
"I gotta job tomorrow," Victor said, studying his nephew's face. "I'm leavin' tomorrow and won't be back 'til the next day. Don't burn the place down."
"Try not to," Harley had shown no reaction to the news that he was being left alone, but he had responded, so Creed knew he was paying attention.
"Right. 'Night," he stood up.
"'Night," Harley still didn't look up and indifference was leaking out of him. Victor leaned down and licked the cub's cheek.
This had been something of a departure ritual, much like saying 'bye. The first time Creed had done since the kid had come, Harley was disgusted, but the gesture grew on him. Victor figured the brat wasn't too in to touch with his feral side, but he understood the things Victor did perfectly and didn't say a word. Or gave off a scent hinting at confusion or disgust when Victor sniffed at the kid after a mock fight or when he bite into a fresh deer corpse after hunting it down.
Guess he had forgotten how things worked.
(X)
Harley yawned. He had moved into one of the three bedrooms in the cabin. The first was the master bedroom, where Victor slept. There was another room, but it had been blocked off. Sealed from the inside and then the outside. How Creed did it, Harley had no clue.
What was important right now, was the messages on his phone. He had shut it off, in hopes that it couldn't be tracked and when he had turned it on, Fox discovered several messages. Lillian, James, Nikki, and the school, asking the same thing: "Where are you? When are you coming back?"
One was from Logan.
"Hey, kid," Logan's voice came from the phone. He was drunk, or close to it. "There somthin' I need to tell ya.
"I've been keepin' my mind shut off and, yeah, I got some help keeping you out. 'course, Chuck was that help, but that don't matter right know. What does is why. Why I hid my thoughts and what am I hidin'. I ain't gunna tell ya, but..."
Harley could hear Logan taking a couple gulps of something, most likely whiskey.
"It important to ya, and important to me, but I can't tell ya. Not yet. Neither of us would make sense of it, but I'm tryin' ta before I tell ya, so bear with me. Could be family. Know you value that. I guess ya need somethin' to stand for, but, well, like I said we don't know yet how things are or what to do next, as you told me.
"I'll be home for Christmas- *hiccup*."
The message ended.
Harley knew Christmas was in a couple weeks, four, so he should start heading back, but he had grown fond of Victor, and Sabretooth seemed a bit possessive so it might be hard to leave. He hoped Victor wouldn't give him the same hell he gave Logan when he left Victor.
Blood came first.
Blood... Oliver moaned.
Fucking psychotic demon, Harley thought. I knew you've been enjoying the fights with Vic, but we've gotta go back soon.
Okay, but after Sabretooth comes back.
Fine, Harley was mildly satisfied with this agreement.
(X)
A door busted open as Harley was making dinner. Blood, sweat, an couple other nasty odors were piled on top of Victor's scent, but Harley was still able to pick it up.
"You-" Harley was cut off by: "Go run me a bath now."
"But, dinner-"
"I SAID NOW!" Victor roared.
Hiding his fear, Harley walked up to the bath, purposely not running, thinking it might give Sabretooth thoughts that Harley was a coward,even though Harley knew that disobeying might anger Victor even more.
As he ran hot water into the tub upstairs, Fox could hear Victor stomping around down below.
"It's full," Harley called. He averted his eyes when he realized that Creed was wearing nothing.
Harley slipped out as his uncle slipped in and rushed downstairs to finish dinner.
(X)
Victor growled as he washed the blood off of himself. Most of it wasn't his, but the drops that were irritated him. Victor had become a target again. Harley had become a target again.
He drained the tub and turned the shower head on, with freezing cold water gushing out. He growled even louder as he thought harder. He needed to watch the brat, he needed to give him the binder, and he need Stryker to...
With a roar Victor turned and punched the wall as if it was the wall's fault for putting the name in his head. He was going to protect the kid, not help Stryker get him. He had gotten him once and Harley didn't need to be dragged into this mess more.
Victor knew about the brat's friends, who were subjected to experimentation with Harley's DNA, he knew what was planned for his... nephew and as cold and as heartless Victor could be, the brat was his and he wasn't going to stand by and watch.
(X)
Harley heard a loud noise, but didn't think anything of it. He was making plates for him and his uncle. He would explain that he was leaving tomorrow, tell Sabretooth that he would try to come back, and make sure he wouldn't follow Harley home.
With any luck, Oliver giggled. We could have one more fight.
Harley smiled and shook his head. But the grin faded. He was going to have to get rid of the clothes he brought here and get new ones. Not to mention drowned himself in soap to get rid of Creed's scent on him.
Footsteps from the stairs woke Harley out of his reverie.
"Hey, I made pork chops," he held out the plate, which contained a half a dozen, small, hardly cooked chops, to Sabretooth, who looked at it.
"We need ta talk, Harley," Victor grunted, not meeting Fox's eyes.
