Chapter 12:
Victor heard the door to the club bang open behind him. Snapping his glass down on the bar, he turned around in his stool to see Poison storming out of the club alone. Anger immediately began to rise in him as he saw her walking out without their target. Victor was about to say something but Poison beat him to it.
"We're going." She stated bluntly as she walked past him and out the front door. Gritting his teeth, Victor jumped off the bar stool, catching up with her. 'What the hell is this?' he growled to himself as he turned her to face him. They were just outside the door now.
"What do you think you are doing?" He asked his voice dangerously low.
Poison looked up at him heatedly, breathing in the humid night air. "I'm getting out of here and so are you." She told him, her crystal blue hues glairing angrily into his.
Victor could see that she was far too determined in her decision to leave to be able to sway her with a little pep talk. Whatever happened in there, it must have hit her hard, he thought to himself. He knew Lynn was a bit touchy when it came to the kidnappings lately, hell it was the reason she was leaving in the first place, but he would be damned if she screwed up this last one; especially since he was the one in charge of the mission. Poison turned away from him and began to walk down the street once more. She made it about five feet before Victor caught up with her again.
"Get over here." He snapped grabbing her wrist and dragging her towards him. "You are in no position to disobey me. If you want to live through the night you're going to get in there and finish the mission."
"You're drunk." She spat, noting the heavy scent of alcohol on his breath. "Now get off of me," she ordered, shaking his clawed grip from her.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he growled catching her wrist in his hand once more. "Now get back in there and get that asshole."
Poison pushed him away again, now frustrated. "Get him yourself. You already fucked up this mission enough today. Now let go of me, I'm going back to the hotel."
"If you don't get your ass back in there then I'm going to make this the longest fucking night for your life. I promise you that." Victor held up a tense hand in front of her face so that she could see his claws grow before her eyes. A malicious grin curled at his lips as he saw Poison's eyes widen with fear.
"Hey," came a voice from behind them. The two turned around to look at the speaker. They saw Remy LeBeau standing outside the door of the bar, his staff in hand.
"Da fille don' want you touchin' her. Remy suggest you listen to her an' do wha' she says or he is gonna have to step in an' finish dis himself." He warned, as he approached them.
Poison's heart dropped into her stomach. Remy's not supposed to be here, she thought; Poison was beginning to panic. She risked everything to save this man, made the sacrifice she thought she should in order to do the right thing for once, and now he was walking right back into danger. He did it unknowingly of course but Poison wanted to hit him for it anyway.
"Believe me, I'm fine." She told him, praying that he'd just leave.
Remy sighed, shaking his head, "Sorry chere, but Remy's heard dat one before. Trust me, it never ends well for da lady. Remy's not leavin' until he sees you got a ride home⦠without dis guy." He said pointing a finger back at Victor. Poison looked back at her partner whose muscles were bulging from underneath his shirt. He was preparing himself to make his move; dying for the chance to strike. Poison then looked at Remy with an urgent expression, trying to signal him to leave. She wanted to tell him to go back into the bar; to save his chivalry for someone else who wanted it. But her look of warning obviously did not register because he made no move to go. Poison felt as if somebody had dropped a heavy stone in her stomach, the stupid lug had no idea what was about to happen to him.
"Look," she began quickly. "That's really not-"
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Victor's fist went flying past Poison's head and hit the thief square in the face. Remy fell backwards onto the concrete and Victor pounced on him before he could register what had just happened.
"Common, help me," he ordered, punching Remy in the face again. The other mutant was completely in a daze. Poison just stood there in shock. Grabbing her wrist, Victor pulled her down beside him. Poison's mind was racing, there was nothing she could do for the man now. Pulling out a small tube from her purse, she flicked open the cap and poured her poison into Remy's mouth. The man made a move to punch Victor but slumped over before he could find the strength.
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