The Job
Chapter 10
Creed walked into the bar that Mystique told him that she was in. He scanned the room, but couldn't spot her, he couldn't only pick up a faint scent of her amongst the many smokers in the joint. Though his did spot Dead Pool immediately.
Dead Pool was sitting in a booth by himself staring at a young woman with long blonde hair and a lovely figure. He was assigned to follow her and take her out at the time of his choosing. As much as he wanted to get the job done and over with so he could go back to chasing after Siren he was too curious and drawn to the woman he was sent to kill.
"Hey, buddy." said Creed, standing right next to him, "I hear you've been botherin' a lady here."
Dead Pool glanced up at the man and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't see any ladies around here, pal. Only sluts and cheap whores and maybe a few underage drinkers."
Creed chuckled, "That's the truth, but I still gotta tell ya to stop stalkin' whichever whore yer after in this bar. Sides, I know you can do a hell of a lot better than one of these floozies."
Dead Pool laughed, "What's the matter? Afraid I'll take away your chances of getting laid tonight?"
"I have no problem in that department, pal."
"If that's so, then why are you here? It certainly can't be because you're a man of honor and integrity, because you ain't pretty enough to fit the part."
"Why you little!" Creed reared back to punch the man, but froze when the smaller man pulled out a rather large gun and aimed it right at his chest.
"I believe this is part where you go boom and fall down."
Dead Pool pulled the trigger and sent Creed flying through the air. Everyone in the bar screamed and tried to get as far away from the place as they could. Only Mystique stayed behind to finish drinking her martini.
Dead Pool rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Why does everybody have to scream and run away when somebody gets shot? No body in New York runs or screams it happens." he sighed and looked at the woman who he had been tailing for the past week, "I guess I might as well the this done and over with. No need to waste any more time here when I could be back out there doing the horizontal tango with my song bird."
He got up and walked over towards Mystique. He was about ten feet away when he suddenly felt something sharp stab him in the back. He looked over his shoulder to see Creed standing behind him with a feral look in his eyes.
"Did ya think you could get rid of me that easily, punk?"
Creed raked his claws up Dead Pool's spine. Dead Pool did not scream, he fell to the floor coughing up blood. Creed reached down to pick him up. Without out warning Dead Pool snapped his leg back and kicked the bigger man in the nuts, Creed doubled over in pain, while Dead Pool rolled out of the way.
By now Mystique finally turned around to watch the two men fight.
Creed had finally recovered and was now madder than ever. Dead Pool raised his gun again and fired at him. Creed dodged the bullets and raced up to him, knocking the gun out of his hands, and thrusting his claws into Dead Pools stomach. Dead Pool reach behind him and pull out his katana, he raised in above his head and slammed the blade down into Creeds back. Creed howled in pain, removing his claws from Dead Pool's stomach; he stumbled back trying desperately to get the sword out of his back.
Dead Pool stumbled away from Creed and into Mystique, who was smiling at him.
He turned to her and said, "Sorry about his. I promise that as soon as I wipe the floor with his sorry ass that I'll kill you quickly, then we can all go on about our daily lives."
She frowned, "I don't think so." she reached for a salt shaker and poured its contents into the not yet healed wound in his stomach, then pushed him back into the fight.
"OW!!!" he screamed, "You fuckin' bitch!!! Now the salt's gonna stay in there! Do you know how much that sucks when you have a quick healing factor?"
"No, but I don't think that you're going to have time to tell me." she said, taking another sip of her martini.
Creed finally got the sword out, he let himself heal for a moment, and then stabbed into Dead Pool's back when he was distracted. Still hanging onto the sword's hand he pushed not only it, but also Dead Pool down onto the floor, where they were both stuck.
"ARGH!!! Son of a-"
Creed pulled out the second katana that was still in its sheath and stabbed it straight through Dead Pool's thigh and through the floor too.
"There! Hope ya didn't have any plans, punk, cause you ain't gettin' up for quite a while." slowly he looked up at Mystique, who was now clapping.
"Well, done, Victor. Well, done."
"Save it, Mystique. Just give me the money and the interest for the damages down to my property, so I can go back to sleep."
"Sorry, Victor, but I'm not paying you, until you've completed the job."
He growled angrily, "Look, all ya said was that you needed my services. You didn't specify whether or not you wanted him dead, so that's yer own fault. Now gimme the money that you owe me or I'll gut ya where yer standing."
She frowned, knowing that he was right, "Fine. Here. Take your money and go. I'll just finish him off myself."
She pulled out a large amount of cash and gave it to him. Creed took it and left, not bothering to stick around and watch Mystique do her stuff.
By the time he got back to the hotel he was already to take a shower and hit the hay. He walked in to find Jubilee passed out on the bed and the tv blaring. He closed the door behind him, turned off the tv, and headed straight for the shower.