TITLE- I Am, Therefore I Kill, part 2
AUTHOR- candy aka candylynn
E-MAIL ME- darksydelady@aol.com
RATING-R
DISCLAIMER-I don't own anyone in the story.
NOTES- The X-Men make a new friend...and Gyrich.
Also, for my own sanity, in this story both Greydon Creed and Senator Kelly were running in the same presidential election, Greydon just started campaigning a year earlier, arround Septembver of 1999. So that means Birdy, Creed's very sexy business partner, has been dead a year.
" " spoken words
* * telepathic conversation or thoughts
conversations in a foreign language
A daydream of a turning point....
"We can use a broad like her Boss," Birdy squawked in her nasal New York accent, "She took out ah whole fuckin' squad of CIA gun junkies for Christ's Sake." Creed looked at his partner with angry eyes, the young fifteen year old girl who had saved him was hoisted high above him with his right claw around her neck.
"Yeah man it's cool, it's cool," Lori rebutted. Had she the strength, she would have 'moved' herself out of his grasp and ran for her life, but she had used all her energy up saving his fuzzy butt.
"GRRRRRR," was Creed's only response, he knew Birdy was right. The kid had skills, she had power and best of all she was fearless. Even now she stared him dead in his black eyes, without a hint of fear, actually she looked as arrogent as a young girl about to be gutted could look.
After being dropped to the floor, Lori leapt to her feet. Desperately she tired to form a spark, but her reserves were drained and there wasn't enough light in the dark room for her to draw power from. "Creed," Birdy whispered,"look at her, rare material. We need a fronter, our mugs are too well known. "
Fuck off, Lori muttered in French. She liked cursing in french, few people knew what she was saving and it sounded so nasty if done in the correct tone.
"Whacha say?!? Look I'm tryin' to help ya here kid, you go Frenchy cussin' me I will let him gut ya," Birdy returned. Both females' faces winced as the full realization of what just happened hit them. "You speak French," Birdy asked in a dazed voice?
"And Spanish, Russian, Swahili, and Arabic...a little Chinese, it's taking me a while to get the swing of that one," Lori returned. Creed broke out into a fit of laughter.
"I guess we could..." he said biting down on his bottom lip, a devilish smile danced in his eyes. She was in.
Reality November 2000....
"A grave," Lori whispered,"you deserved better Birdy." Crouching over the small tomstone, Lori allowed herself rarely shed tears for her fallen friend and comrade. It was Birdy that had convinced Creed to take her under their wings, it was Birdy who pushed her to do her best, and now it was Birdy who also laid cold in her grave. Just like her mother and beloved father.
Lori had lost almost everyone she had every loved, her mother died from a heroine overdose when she was four, her father was killed while in Asia when she was fourteen, and then Birdy last year. The ironic thing was who killed her, their employer's son Graydon Creed. Now she had feared she was going to loss, if she hadn't already, the one person left who actually gave a damn if she lived or died, Victor Creed. "Where are ya Boss?"
In last one loving gesture, the twenty year old beauty, brushed the snow away from tombstone and placed blood red roses on it, a dozen of Birdy's favorites. Only the best, for the best.
The walk to work was the same, whistles, cat calls, even a few 'yo babies'. Whatever, she wasn't in the mood. The enterence to the UN was crowded, more so than usual, but that was to be expected today with the Mutant Rights conference in full swing.
"You made it," a rough Russian accented voice bit into her ear !
"Yes Mr. Boriskoff, what is my assi..." the tall Russian pointed to a nearby group of handsomely dressed people and a man in the stranged wheel chair she had ever seen.
"I am sorry Professor Xavier for the delay, but your translator just arrived, you all may be seated now," Ivan Boriskoff's angry tone softened as apologized to the man in the chair.
Charles telepathically commanded his chair to turn and face the pitiful man that had hovered over him and his X-Men for an hour now, and was pleasantly surprised by what he saw standing next to him.
A tall, buxum but atheletically built young black young woman with a fire red streak in the front of her hazelnut colored hair. In the weeks since Moira died, Charles had never even considered looking at a woman like this, but every masculine fiber of his being demanded the satisfaction of admiring her curves and beautiful face.
Scott and Bobby seemed completely entranced by her beauty and grace, *Hello, Lover,* Jean whispered in her husband's mind. Blushing from shame, Scott quickly turned his head and looked anywhere but at the young woman.
"Good morning, I am Allura Knight, I will be your translator during the conference. But please, call me Lori" smiling Lori lead her clients towards a small observation room that over looked the floor of the General UN meeting hall. She pointed out the small ear pieces and explained their operation; smiling she adjusted them properly on her clients' ears and waited for the first of the speakers to take the stage.
As the hall filled with diplomates and statesman, Lori took her seat in a sound proof station in the back of the room where Charles and the others were sitting. Charles had recieved a flood of emotions and impressions of the girl from the moment he meant her. She was worldly, young but had seen much making her older than her years. And terribly lonely and in pain, heartbroken from something that had recently happened and from something in her distant past. And she was a mutant.
Her mutant pride screamed at him like a sports fan cheering their favorite team. Her mind was not an open book, not by any means, but she seemed to be an open person. And for all the pain in her soul, generally friendly and kind hearted with a slight childish streak. Reminded him of some of his own 'children'.
Meanwhile, on the roof....
"Okay people, in five, four, three..." Deapool was pumped. No he was fired up. Violence, carnage and pandamonium on this scale was rare these days. He, Creed, and a few of his close personal assassin pals had been comissioned to crash the UN's party...oh fun.
Upon reaching one, an explosion rocked the entire building. Large sections of the ceiling collasped down onto the crowd seated below, injuring most, killing some. In the observation room, everyone had been knocked to the floor, Lori recovered quickly and raced from her plexiglass station. "Is everyone alright," she yelled seeing no movement from the four people sprawled on the floor?
After a second more, Bobby rolled over moaning as his aching back throbbed. Lori tended to the Professor who seemed fine, except a few cuts and bruise on his bold head. Scott and Jean roused shortly there after. "What in the world," Charles demanded? Lori pointed to the clearly visible hole in the ceiling over the main hall.
The fifteen, black clad, ski masked, mayhem loving, gun toting madmen propelled down ropes through the resulting hole in the roof and hovered over the group injured diplomates and scientist who were hysterically fighting each other to get out of the hall. Opening fire, the deadly intruders hit several people on the stage.
"Ohmigod," in an instant the Phoenix symbol blazed over Jean's left eye, a soft red glow surrounded her as her clothing burned away leaving only her green and gold uniform behind. Lori's eyes widened at the sight. Jean's telekentic punch broke the glass, the other two men lifted off the ground and the three mutants sailed in the room ready to take out the attackers.
"Mutants," Lori whispered with a smile. She peeked down at Charles who was slipping in and out of conscieness. She had to get him out of here. Soon Charles could feel nothing but warmth mixed with a blessed numbness that eased his pain. For an instant he thought he was dead, but when his vision cleared and his head throbbed again he knew he was very much alive.
"Rest," she said. She could hear foot steps, the guards were coming, they would see to it that he got help. Charles looked up at the young woman awestruck by what she did next. Her body fazed into a red blur then she was gone. A guard stepped into the space Lori had just occupied, followed by two paramedics.
Back in the Main Hall...
The fight was instence, Phoenix had dealt with most of them while Scott and Creed,who was covered from head to toe in his gear, were duking it out behind the stage. Lori appeared next to Bobby, who was caught off guard by her sudden appearance. Deadpool took that opportunity to fire an energy blast at Drake, in the blink of an eye, the blast was pulled to Lori who absorbed it. Her eyes glowed red hot from the new energy, "Nononono," she taunted and blasted Deadpool across the room and through the wall.
"Is everyone out," she demanded of Drake? Bobby scanned the room, only the lifeless bodies of the diplomates who were killed by the caved in roof or gun fire remained, everyone else either ran or crawled out. Bobby nodded. To his surprise, Lori wrapped her arms around his neck. Not that he was complaining, "Time to go," she whispered in his ear and before he knew it he was on the roof.
She vanished before him in a haze of red light. She returned to the floor and watch Jean deal with the last standing assassin, "We should leave, those guards won't care who's the good mutie and who's the bad killers, they'll just start shooting," she yelled up to Jean!!!!
In a corridor behind the stage, Victor Creed was gaining the upper hand on Cyclops. The fearless leader of the X-Men was laying on his back firing blast after blast at Sabertooth who ducked and dodged them like he had knowledge of where Scott would aim before he did. Blood trickled down his forehead and across the ruby quarts of his visor.
"...they'll just start shooting," a voice as familiar as his own filled Creed's mind. It was distant, slightly angry, and ready to rumble...it was Lori, his Lori. With his attention distracted by her voice, Scott finally fired a blast off that contacted.
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR," Creed's painful wail echoed throughout the UN building. Lori snapped her head around in the direction it came from, *could it be,* she pondered? Just as she started to walk towards the door leading to the corridor she saw Scott emerge, breathless and wary.
CLICK...CLICK...CLICK...CLICK....
Turning, Lori saw a small army of heavily armed UN peacekeepers and about one hundred tiny red targeting lights playing across her midsection. Incredibly, she could absorb the energy of those too. She looked to Jean then to the hole in the ceiling. Jean understood what the young woman was trying to tell her but leaving Scott and Lori behind was not an option, *I won't leave you,* Jean whispered in Lori's head.
*A telepath...no worries, I bet you five dolloars I can get me and your hubby to the roof before you fly there,* Lori snickered. Before Jean had time to respond Lori vanished into a cloud of crimson lights. Appeared next to Scott then they both vanished. It was only then did the soldiers realize that she had moved and opened fire.
Jean propelled the bullets some of the soldiers fired at her with her telekenetic gift and assended out of the hole in the roof, finding Bobby, Lori, and Scott realitively safe and sound. "Five dollars please,"Lori sang out. Jean shook her head, Scott only grunted a humbled laugh and called for the Blackbird's autopilot to pick them up. They could swing by the hospital and get Charles later.
Creed, could hear the gun fire inside the Main hall, Lori's smell filtered through the now open door Scott had escaped through. "Lori," he growled!!! Panic, pure panic. He had to get to her, if there was anything left of her to get to.
"Yo Creed time to motor," Deadpool rested his large hand on Sabertooth's shoulder. The manic, in a hysterical rage, flung Deadpool over his shoulder slamming him against another wall. Sliding down to the floor head first Wade whispered, "Gotta learn to stay away from walls."
Several UN soldiers entered the hallway and immediately opened fire. Deadpool managed to roll under the hailstorm of metal projectiles and crawl into an office. Creed caught the brunt of the gunfire directly in the chest. Before blacking out, he managed one last word, "Lori."
An unusally plain office building in downtown Washington D.C....
"Well, how did it go?"
"Mr. Gyrich, you have to understand a..."
"Failure," Henry Peter Gyrich was livid, but calm as always. "What happened, this should have been a cake walk for Creed and his people, we finally bring him home again and he can't even pull a simple hack and slash. What the blue boy peacekeepers too much for him?"
"No Sir, the X-Men Sir..."
"The X-Men," Gyrich leaned forward, he should have known they would be there.
"Yes Sir, but not all was lost. Dr. Yung was eliminated Sir, and we have located Case 7779311." Gyrich's eyes danced on the verge of a smile.
"Did you capture her," he asked with a heady anticipation in his voice?
"No Sir, but we now know where she has been and who she maybe with now." Finally after fifteen years, a lead.
"Well?"
"Vistor Creed, Sir, she was his...ward." Holarious.
"And you say you know where she MAYBE now?"
"With the X-Men Sir, their stealth jet codenamed Blackbird was seen leaving the roof, she was with them."
"Haha...hahahahaha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
AUTHOR- candy aka candylynn
E-MAIL ME- darksydelady@aol.com
RATING-R
DISCLAIMER-I don't own anyone in the story.
NOTES- The X-Men make a new friend...and Gyrich.
Also, for my own sanity, in this story both Greydon Creed and Senator Kelly were running in the same presidential election, Greydon just started campaigning a year earlier, arround Septembver of 1999. So that means Birdy, Creed's very sexy business partner, has been dead a year.
" " spoken words
* * telepathic conversation or thoughts
conversations in a foreign language
A daydream of a turning point....
"We can use a broad like her Boss," Birdy squawked in her nasal New York accent, "She took out ah whole fuckin' squad of CIA gun junkies for Christ's Sake." Creed looked at his partner with angry eyes, the young fifteen year old girl who had saved him was hoisted high above him with his right claw around her neck.
"Yeah man it's cool, it's cool," Lori rebutted. Had she the strength, she would have 'moved' herself out of his grasp and ran for her life, but she had used all her energy up saving his fuzzy butt.
"GRRRRRR," was Creed's only response, he knew Birdy was right. The kid had skills, she had power and best of all she was fearless. Even now she stared him dead in his black eyes, without a hint of fear, actually she looked as arrogent as a young girl about to be gutted could look.
After being dropped to the floor, Lori leapt to her feet. Desperately she tired to form a spark, but her reserves were drained and there wasn't enough light in the dark room for her to draw power from. "Creed," Birdy whispered,"look at her, rare material. We need a fronter, our mugs are too well known. "
Fuck off, Lori muttered in French. She liked cursing in french, few people knew what she was saving and it sounded so nasty if done in the correct tone.
"Whacha say?!? Look I'm tryin' to help ya here kid, you go Frenchy cussin' me I will let him gut ya," Birdy returned. Both females' faces winced as the full realization of what just happened hit them. "You speak French," Birdy asked in a dazed voice?
"And Spanish, Russian, Swahili, and Arabic...a little Chinese, it's taking me a while to get the swing of that one," Lori returned. Creed broke out into a fit of laughter.
"I guess we could..." he said biting down on his bottom lip, a devilish smile danced in his eyes. She was in.
Reality November 2000....
"A grave," Lori whispered,"you deserved better Birdy." Crouching over the small tomstone, Lori allowed herself rarely shed tears for her fallen friend and comrade. It was Birdy that had convinced Creed to take her under their wings, it was Birdy who pushed her to do her best, and now it was Birdy who also laid cold in her grave. Just like her mother and beloved father.
Lori had lost almost everyone she had every loved, her mother died from a heroine overdose when she was four, her father was killed while in Asia when she was fourteen, and then Birdy last year. The ironic thing was who killed her, their employer's son Graydon Creed. Now she had feared she was going to loss, if she hadn't already, the one person left who actually gave a damn if she lived or died, Victor Creed. "Where are ya Boss?"
In last one loving gesture, the twenty year old beauty, brushed the snow away from tombstone and placed blood red roses on it, a dozen of Birdy's favorites. Only the best, for the best.
The walk to work was the same, whistles, cat calls, even a few 'yo babies'. Whatever, she wasn't in the mood. The enterence to the UN was crowded, more so than usual, but that was to be expected today with the Mutant Rights conference in full swing.
"You made it," a rough Russian accented voice bit into her ear !
"Yes Mr. Boriskoff, what is my assi..." the tall Russian pointed to a nearby group of handsomely dressed people and a man in the stranged wheel chair she had ever seen.
"I am sorry Professor Xavier for the delay, but your translator just arrived, you all may be seated now," Ivan Boriskoff's angry tone softened as apologized to the man in the chair.
Charles telepathically commanded his chair to turn and face the pitiful man that had hovered over him and his X-Men for an hour now, and was pleasantly surprised by what he saw standing next to him.
A tall, buxum but atheletically built young black young woman with a fire red streak in the front of her hazelnut colored hair. In the weeks since Moira died, Charles had never even considered looking at a woman like this, but every masculine fiber of his being demanded the satisfaction of admiring her curves and beautiful face.
Scott and Bobby seemed completely entranced by her beauty and grace, *Hello, Lover,* Jean whispered in her husband's mind. Blushing from shame, Scott quickly turned his head and looked anywhere but at the young woman.
"Good morning, I am Allura Knight, I will be your translator during the conference. But please, call me Lori" smiling Lori lead her clients towards a small observation room that over looked the floor of the General UN meeting hall. She pointed out the small ear pieces and explained their operation; smiling she adjusted them properly on her clients' ears and waited for the first of the speakers to take the stage.
As the hall filled with diplomates and statesman, Lori took her seat in a sound proof station in the back of the room where Charles and the others were sitting. Charles had recieved a flood of emotions and impressions of the girl from the moment he meant her. She was worldly, young but had seen much making her older than her years. And terribly lonely and in pain, heartbroken from something that had recently happened and from something in her distant past. And she was a mutant.
Her mutant pride screamed at him like a sports fan cheering their favorite team. Her mind was not an open book, not by any means, but she seemed to be an open person. And for all the pain in her soul, generally friendly and kind hearted with a slight childish streak. Reminded him of some of his own 'children'.
Meanwhile, on the roof....
"Okay people, in five, four, three..." Deapool was pumped. No he was fired up. Violence, carnage and pandamonium on this scale was rare these days. He, Creed, and a few of his close personal assassin pals had been comissioned to crash the UN's party...oh fun.
Upon reaching one, an explosion rocked the entire building. Large sections of the ceiling collasped down onto the crowd seated below, injuring most, killing some. In the observation room, everyone had been knocked to the floor, Lori recovered quickly and raced from her plexiglass station. "Is everyone alright," she yelled seeing no movement from the four people sprawled on the floor?
After a second more, Bobby rolled over moaning as his aching back throbbed. Lori tended to the Professor who seemed fine, except a few cuts and bruise on his bold head. Scott and Jean roused shortly there after. "What in the world," Charles demanded? Lori pointed to the clearly visible hole in the ceiling over the main hall.
The fifteen, black clad, ski masked, mayhem loving, gun toting madmen propelled down ropes through the resulting hole in the roof and hovered over the group injured diplomates and scientist who were hysterically fighting each other to get out of the hall. Opening fire, the deadly intruders hit several people on the stage.
"Ohmigod," in an instant the Phoenix symbol blazed over Jean's left eye, a soft red glow surrounded her as her clothing burned away leaving only her green and gold uniform behind. Lori's eyes widened at the sight. Jean's telekentic punch broke the glass, the other two men lifted off the ground and the three mutants sailed in the room ready to take out the attackers.
"Mutants," Lori whispered with a smile. She peeked down at Charles who was slipping in and out of conscieness. She had to get him out of here. Soon Charles could feel nothing but warmth mixed with a blessed numbness that eased his pain. For an instant he thought he was dead, but when his vision cleared and his head throbbed again he knew he was very much alive.
"Rest," she said. She could hear foot steps, the guards were coming, they would see to it that he got help. Charles looked up at the young woman awestruck by what she did next. Her body fazed into a red blur then she was gone. A guard stepped into the space Lori had just occupied, followed by two paramedics.
Back in the Main Hall...
The fight was instence, Phoenix had dealt with most of them while Scott and Creed,who was covered from head to toe in his gear, were duking it out behind the stage. Lori appeared next to Bobby, who was caught off guard by her sudden appearance. Deadpool took that opportunity to fire an energy blast at Drake, in the blink of an eye, the blast was pulled to Lori who absorbed it. Her eyes glowed red hot from the new energy, "Nononono," she taunted and blasted Deadpool across the room and through the wall.
"Is everyone out," she demanded of Drake? Bobby scanned the room, only the lifeless bodies of the diplomates who were killed by the caved in roof or gun fire remained, everyone else either ran or crawled out. Bobby nodded. To his surprise, Lori wrapped her arms around his neck. Not that he was complaining, "Time to go," she whispered in his ear and before he knew it he was on the roof.
She vanished before him in a haze of red light. She returned to the floor and watch Jean deal with the last standing assassin, "We should leave, those guards won't care who's the good mutie and who's the bad killers, they'll just start shooting," she yelled up to Jean!!!!
In a corridor behind the stage, Victor Creed was gaining the upper hand on Cyclops. The fearless leader of the X-Men was laying on his back firing blast after blast at Sabertooth who ducked and dodged them like he had knowledge of where Scott would aim before he did. Blood trickled down his forehead and across the ruby quarts of his visor.
"...they'll just start shooting," a voice as familiar as his own filled Creed's mind. It was distant, slightly angry, and ready to rumble...it was Lori, his Lori. With his attention distracted by her voice, Scott finally fired a blast off that contacted.
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR," Creed's painful wail echoed throughout the UN building. Lori snapped her head around in the direction it came from, *could it be,* she pondered? Just as she started to walk towards the door leading to the corridor she saw Scott emerge, breathless and wary.
CLICK...CLICK...CLICK...CLICK....
Turning, Lori saw a small army of heavily armed UN peacekeepers and about one hundred tiny red targeting lights playing across her midsection. Incredibly, she could absorb the energy of those too. She looked to Jean then to the hole in the ceiling. Jean understood what the young woman was trying to tell her but leaving Scott and Lori behind was not an option, *I won't leave you,* Jean whispered in Lori's head.
*A telepath...no worries, I bet you five dolloars I can get me and your hubby to the roof before you fly there,* Lori snickered. Before Jean had time to respond Lori vanished into a cloud of crimson lights. Appeared next to Scott then they both vanished. It was only then did the soldiers realize that she had moved and opened fire.
Jean propelled the bullets some of the soldiers fired at her with her telekenetic gift and assended out of the hole in the roof, finding Bobby, Lori, and Scott realitively safe and sound. "Five dollars please,"Lori sang out. Jean shook her head, Scott only grunted a humbled laugh and called for the Blackbird's autopilot to pick them up. They could swing by the hospital and get Charles later.
Creed, could hear the gun fire inside the Main hall, Lori's smell filtered through the now open door Scott had escaped through. "Lori," he growled!!! Panic, pure panic. He had to get to her, if there was anything left of her to get to.
"Yo Creed time to motor," Deadpool rested his large hand on Sabertooth's shoulder. The manic, in a hysterical rage, flung Deadpool over his shoulder slamming him against another wall. Sliding down to the floor head first Wade whispered, "Gotta learn to stay away from walls."
Several UN soldiers entered the hallway and immediately opened fire. Deadpool managed to roll under the hailstorm of metal projectiles and crawl into an office. Creed caught the brunt of the gunfire directly in the chest. Before blacking out, he managed one last word, "Lori."
An unusally plain office building in downtown Washington D.C....
"Well, how did it go?"
"Mr. Gyrich, you have to understand a..."
"Failure," Henry Peter Gyrich was livid, but calm as always. "What happened, this should have been a cake walk for Creed and his people, we finally bring him home again and he can't even pull a simple hack and slash. What the blue boy peacekeepers too much for him?"
"No Sir, the X-Men Sir..."
"The X-Men," Gyrich leaned forward, he should have known they would be there.
"Yes Sir, but not all was lost. Dr. Yung was eliminated Sir, and we have located Case 7779311." Gyrich's eyes danced on the verge of a smile.
"Did you capture her," he asked with a heady anticipation in his voice?
"No Sir, but we now know where she has been and who she maybe with now." Finally after fifteen years, a lead.
"Well?"
"Vistor Creed, Sir, she was his...ward." Holarious.
"And you say you know where she MAYBE now?"
"With the X-Men Sir, their stealth jet codenamed Blackbird was seen leaving the roof, she was with them."
"Haha...hahahahaha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"