Kurt and Vienna had comforted Tracy after the fight between Axle and his sister but she really didn't want to talk to them right then. She had left the room and went straight to the gym that everyone was allowed to use. It was empty as usual because the only times people usually used it was when they had assigned time. Turning it onto gym mode Tracy stalked into the changing room and slipped into a pair of shorts and a tank top. She didn't have a costume yet so this would have to do. Exiting the changing room she went to the control panel and turned some music on. The heavy tune of Trapt filled the room and helped Tracy filter her feelings.
Circling your (2x)
Circling your head, contemplating everything you ever said
Now I see the truth, I got a doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I'm out, see you later
Pounding on a punching bag she growled in frustration as she felt her anger just grow and grow. That single memory she had experienced that night was repeating itself over and over. She saw herself kill those people again and again. Roaring fiercly she hit the bag so hard it rip open and it's insides fell out. Triumph soared through her body making her rage grow. Heading for the next object in the room she sliced and diced, punched and pounded every inanimate object in the room wishing they would just bleed. Adrenaline surged through her body, giving force behind each of her swipes. Swinging hard she used her claws to slice through a metal bar holding weights. Her body was acknoweldging her strength and she was liking it. So wrapped up in her blood lust she didn't hear the door open.
When thick arms wrapped around her, effectively pinning her arms to her sides she roared in frustration. Fear and anger flew through Tracy's blood like a drug. She roared and squirmed against her assailant but the grip was too strong to break. Kicking backwards she kneed her attacker where it hurt the most and whirled around to attack again. Being met in the face by a large fist knocked Tracy clear across the room and into the wall. Whimpering at the pain in her face she looked up and growled fiercly. She wanted her fight now she had it. Leaping to her feet she charged her opponent, hands flew, claws cut, and teeth bit. Digging her claws deep into the man's chest she ripped him open clear down the center.
I see your fantasy, you wanna make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads, yeah, well now that's over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide
Roaring his pain the blonde man clutched his chest momentarily before attacking back. His claws dug into Tracy's face, ripping her cheek open. Howling in pain she dove under his legs and dug her hands into his back. She was going for the spine but he had predicted her attack and had dodged just enough so her claws dug into his shoulders instead. Biting into his neck she licked at the blood in her mouth. Yes, YES! Her feral screamed as she fought him. Tracy thought she had won the battle until the man grabbed her by the hair and flipped her over in front of him and pinned her to the floor. He grabbed her neck with one huge hand, the look in his eyes daring her to fight him. Not ready to give up yet she kicked him in the stomach, effectively forcing him to let go of her. Flipping up onto her feet she ran at him again.
Catching a fist to her face she grunted from the force it was applied but ignored it further. Twirling around as she was now behind him she dove at his back again. Her claws instead grabbed his left arm and he flipped her up into the air with force. Roaring loudly he grabbed her head with both of his hands, the blood lust in his eyes threatened Tracy more than she dared to cross. Baring her teeth she growled at the winner before breathing deeply.
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong, we're headstrong
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
If this is not where you belong
Tracy felt like she had woken from a bad dream. Her eyes flitted around the room, blood from their fight coated the walls and floors while the room still bore damage from her anger. Feeling Victor's hands release her head she gasped and stared at the man she had fought. He was covered in both of their blood, still healing wounds beckoned her eyes. Looking at her own body she was surprised she still had clothes on. She was just as covered in blood as he but her outfit was undoubtably ruined. The cuts he had dragged into her body had cut her clothes as well and they were barely hanging onto her body. Collapsing onto her bottom she breathed deeply. The music was still playing but she wasn't aware of it.
I can't give everything away, I won't give everything away
Silence filled the room so heavily that she could hear the drip drop of blood as it dripped from items. Tears began to pour down Tracy's face as she stared at the damage she had caused. Her eyes went back to Victor's as he stood still in front of her. He crouched down in front of her and she leapt into his arms. She had never needed a hug so badly in her life before. He easily held her as she cried, not caring if they would gather more blood from holding eachother. When she finally pulled away Tracy felt the need to wipe off her face but knew she'd only get blood in her eyes.
"Let's go get washed up." Victor suggested, he nodded towards the changing room and Tracy sullenly followed him as he walked there. When they got inside Dezra was there waiting for them. Tracy felt numb as the red headed woman led her into the shower room. She wasn't aware of her suroundings as the woman stripped her down and washed her body and hair. Dezra dried her off and dressed her in a sun dress since there wasn't anything on hand at the time. Tracy was led out of the shower room by Dezra as well and when they exited Victor was in the changing room waiting for them. He was freshly washed as well, dressed in his usual white wife beater and tan pants.
Conclusions manifest, your first impressions got to be your very best
I see your full of shit and that's alright
That's how you play, I guess you get through every night
Well now that's over
No words were said as Victor led her from the changing room to her room. Dezra left them alone and went to do her own thing. Victor sat on Tracy's bed and pulled her into his arms. He could feel the fear in her and wanted to help her. The black haired girl immediately relaxed in his arms and sighed contently. Questions developed in her mind and she couldn't help but ask them.
"What happened?" The question had several meanings but luckily for her Victor knew what she meant.
"Yer a feral mutant, blood lust is normal." He explained to her the situation in a soft voice. The low rumble of his voice made Tracy feel strangely happy as she cuddled into his arms.
"How do I make it stop?" She couldn't help but be curious, the fact she had done so much damage really wasn't a good thing.
"Ya just gotta control it." He answered simply again but Tracy didn't want to accept that as an answer.
I see your fantasy, you wanna make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads, yeah, well now that's over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide
"But what if it gets out of control and I hurt one of my friends?" Tracy was willing to be an animal but she wasn't ready to hurt somebody she cared about. Victor contemplated her situation for a minute before speaking.
"We won't let it get outa control, me an' ya, we'll have practices. I'll teach ya how ta control that blood lust o'yers an' in no time y'll be strong 'nough ta do it on yer own." This answer made Tracy relax more. Exhaustion was setting in to her body and she craved the warm embrace of sleep. Victor sensed her tiredness and laid her down on the bed. As tired as she was Tracy wasn't ready to let go of him and clung to him tightly. Laying down with her, he stayed by her side until sleep claimed her. Rising from the bed he exited her room and went to find a phone. As much as he wanted to keep the X-Men out of the situation he knew Xavier had to be informed. The phone rang several times before it was picked up.
"Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children." The soft voice of Storm filled the phone and Victor sighed internally that it was her and not one of the more annoying X-Men.
"Hello Storm." He growled into the phone. As much as his wife told him to stop torturing the X-Men he couldn't help but enjoy watching them squirm. She obviously recognized his voice because she was very silent.
"Something you need Mr. Creed?" She was polite as ever which made Victor slightly disappointed. Deciding not to beat around the bush he told her the issue.
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong, we're headstrong
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
If this is not where you belong
"So Miss Geheimnis has finally reached her point of ferity?" The African American woman asked softly. She was worried about her student and the way Victor had described the situation so colorfully was making her worse.
"Yeah, she's gotten real vicious, tore me up good." He admitted to her. Storm pondered over the situation briefly before nodding.
"I will take her case before the Professor and then we'll decide from there." Her voice was back to it's original strength now. "Thank you for explaining the situation to me Mr. Creed, it is appreciated." They hung up then and Victor went back to the gym to start cleaning up the mess he and Tracy had made before somebody found it.
I can't give everything away(this is not where you belong)
I won't give everything away
When he entered the room he saw his newly arrived daughter cleaning up the mess already. She glanced up when he walked into the room briefly before continuing to pick up the pieces of a metal work out machine. Tossing the pieces into a large metal basket she pulled out a broom and swept up the smaller pieces into a dust pan.
"Ya didn't hafta start cleanin' up my mess Tory." Victor spoke softly. He had yet to talk to her since she had arrived and he was going to tread cautiously with her.
"I know Daddy, but I just couldn't leave the place in a shambles." She winked at him and hugged him. The older man gave a noise that sounded strangely like a purr.
"S'good ta have ya back Victoria." He whispered to her.
"It's good to be home."
I know, I know all about (3x)
I know, I know all about your motives inside, and your decision to hide
When Tracy woke up much later that day she glanced at the clock and realized it was half past ten that night. Climbing out of bed she crept through the house until she reached the roof. The wind was blowing lightly that night, it whipped her hair around her face since she hadn't put it up before leaving the safety of her room. Wrapping her arms around her waist she sat on the edge of the building. Looking up into the sky she watched the stars twinkle brightly. Taking a deep breath she stood up on the edge once again. The wind soared around her body, she felt like she could fly right then but reality hit her and she knew she'd just fall.
Looking out into the distance she saw nothing but listening now she could hear something nearing. She had to strain her senses to hear it but she felt it in her bones. Suddenly there was a ship hovering over head and was slowly lowering. Recognizing the Black Bird she wondered what they were doing here at this time of night.
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong, we're headstrong
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
If this is not where you belong
Hopping off of the edge she landed nimbly onto several balconeys before reaching the ground. The ramp on the Black Bird lowered and the X-Men exited it. As soon as Kitty saw her she ran towards her and hugged her tightly. The brown haired girl sobbed softly before pulling away to inspect her best friend. The girl was very obviously exited about seeing her again and couldn't keep still. Tracy was surprised she wasn't talking a mile a minute.
"Hey Kit." Tracy greeted her friend. The two girls joined arms and entered the building together. Victor was up still apparently and was sitting on the couch with his head resting in his hands. Other students from Xavier's school were with him sitting on the couch or leaning against walls. He lifted his head when Tracy neared him and raised an eyebrow at her and Kitty's linked arms.
I can't give everything away
I won't give everything away(this is not where you belong)
"Thank you for informing us of our students being here Mr. Creed." Professor Xavier rolled into the room in his wheelchair. He was dressed in a suit as he usually was when making house calls. His eyes locked with Tracy's as he stopped nearing them.
"Hello Tracy." The Professor greeted her. Tracy nodded her head and said hello back. Kurt walked into the room just then and Kitty launched herself at him. She squealed from excitement and squeezed him tightly in a hug. Sensing a familiar presence Tracy turned her attention from the embracing couple to the door where Taris stood.
"Tracy." He whispered her name so softly hardly anyone heard him but Tracy heard him well enough as if a siren rang in her head. She smiled broadly, baring her sharp teeth before launching herself into his arms and hugging him tightly. "Thank God you're safe." He whispered in her ear. Several people raised their eyebrows at the couple but shrugged it off.
"You guys here for a reason, other than to bug our caretaker?" Tracy said the last part sarcastically and Victor chuckled.
"We are here to take everyone home Tracy." The Professor locked eyes with her as Tracy felt like everything she knew fell apart.
"What do you mean?" She asked. Her mind wasn't comprehending the fact that she would have to go home yet. The Professor smiled sadly.
"We're taking you and everyone else from my school back home." The words went straight to Tracy's heart and anger flared up in her. Struggling to keep it under control she spoke again.
"What if we don't want to go back?" The threatening tone in her voice made Kitty gasp.
"Tracy, what are you doing?" She whispered to the girl as she went over to her. Victor grabbed the brown haired girl's arm and led her back to Kurt. He could sense the anger rising in the girl.
"You belong at my school Tracy, you have to go back." The Professor made it sound like it was an order and Tracy really wasn't happy about it.
"No." Anger rose in her body. Adrenaline began to pump through her blood. Her eyes glowed abnormally as she glared at the professor. "I'm not going anywhere."
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(A/N) Whew! That was long! Hope y'all enjoyed it! -Sabeybaby