Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. A/N: Sorry I took so long to
update, ran out of inspiration. Any help as to where this story should go
would be appreciated.
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Part Thirteen
Victor Creed sat in the flatbed of his recently purchased Chevy pickup. The truck wasn't worth the 600$ he paid for it but it suited him just fine. The paint job was originally a light blue but you wouldn't be able to tell that now. The odometer had six hundred thousand plus miles longed on it. "Yep this baby sure had it's adventures," He thought to himself staring out into the sky as he smirked. "Just like me." Professor opened the Institutes bank account to Victor but he felt like he'd be stealing from them to accept so much money with out working for it. He ended up 'borrowing' the 800$ but planned to pay it back in full.
The run-down Chevy barely made it up the hill on the way to the mansion as it kicked and sputtered. Victor thought about parking it in the garage but deemed it unworthy and brought the truck around back next to the shed where Gambit kept his bike. He laughed to himself, as thought about the years of fighting Apocalypse and now a stick shift was too much for him.
Victor's mood changed as his mind moved to Clarice. He wondered how she was handling having a normal life. "Well as normal a life as training to be an X-Men can provide," Blink was always perpetually shy, "Even back when we were in our world she never said much to anyone besides me and Morph." He looked into the sky wondered about what she was doing now and hoped she was happy.
"That's weird..." Still looked into the clear sky he saw what appeared to be someone coming straight down towards the mansion. He sprung to his feet in the back of the truck and put his hands up to block out the sun. It appeared to be a person, no wait a woman. "Storm!" He called out as he saw who it was.
She yelled out in delight as the wind propelled her into a barrel roll. She sped straight towards the ground spinning the whole time before pulling herself to stop just inches above the grass. She laughed aloud at her own antics, enjoying the freedom of the Westchester skies. Ororo turned her head when she heard her name called out a second time. Parked next to the shed was a real beaten down truck with Sabretooth beckoning to her from the flatbed of it. She picked herself up on a gust of wind and soared above the truck in small circles. "Did you just purchase this ...thing?" Ororo said trying to be polite.
"Yeah. Pretty nice wheels, huh?" He asked sarcastically smiling up at the hovering Ororo.
"To say the least." She floated to the ground on the side of the truck and looked it over. "You can sure get the girls driving around in this baby." She matched his sarcasm. "Assuming it still starts up."
He shot her a look, "You're looking at from the wrong view." He held out his arm to her and hoisted her into the flatbed. The truck gave a protesting grown at the added weight as they looked up at the sky. "Better from this angle, eh?" He said moving over so she could lay down, their bare feet hanging over the end of the truck. He pulled himself up to his knees and opened the back window, taking the keys out his pocket. Reaching for the ignition with his long arms he turned on the radio. He scrolled blindly through the stations for anything that came in clear and without static. He settled on some country station and went back to lying down next to Ororo.
"So what possessed you to buy this?" She asked tapping on the inside wall of the truck as it gave a rusty clanging noise.
"I took the bus down to this used car blowout sale and this guy was really pushin' the expensive ones on me. So I'm tellin' him I want sometin' cheap and he ain't getting the picture. Anyway I'm about ready to swing on him when I see this truck parked a ways back in the corner, right." He looked at Ororo who had moved closer and rested her head on his arm. "I say 'how much is that one' pointing over to the piece-a-junk trunk. In any sense it took him some convincing that I wanted to buy it, that little chump even wanted to sell it ta me for a 1000$." His focus again made his way to Ororo who had sense made herself comfortable on his shoulder, not thinking she was listening he continued his story. "So I'm drivin' this baby home and that's when these space aliens start attackin' and eatin' people left and right. He looked down to see that her eyes were shut and continued. "I nail the petal to the floor and I'm goin' like fifty miles an hour, the truck was goin' so slow the aliens are walkin next to the window, ya know."
"Were they Shi'ar or Kree?" She said smiling up at him as Meet Virginia by Train came on the radio. They both shared a laugh and resumed staring into the sky. After a few minutes of silence and listening to the song Ororo ask him, "What do you want do now?"
He raised an eyebrow and looked over at her. "Wha...?"
"You know, with your life. I can tell you don't exactly enjoy being an X- Men." She said honestly.
Victor sighed in relief. "Yer not s'pose to enjoy this line of work. This is war, remember." He sits up in the truck, causing Ororo to fall off his arm. "It's like you X-Men forget that too much." He looked at her for an answer but she had nothing for him. "He reached through the back window of the truck and pulled out a newspaper. "You see this guy he's out there some where and you're sittin' on your hands." He showed Ororo the headline of a recent murder, the girl that was killed had claw marks all over her and the article said it may have been killer/mad man Victor Creed.
Ororo took the article out of Victor's hand and read through it. "This happened yesterday," She looked at the newspaper heading. "On Canadian soil. I'm sure Alpha Flight is on it but if you want to go after Sabretooth you'll need the X-Men's help."
He looked at the sincerity in her eyes before responding. "No." He said taking the paper out her hand, "This is something I'm doing alone." He looked back into the sky and smirked. "Call it a sabbatical."
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Part Thirteen
Victor Creed sat in the flatbed of his recently purchased Chevy pickup. The truck wasn't worth the 600$ he paid for it but it suited him just fine. The paint job was originally a light blue but you wouldn't be able to tell that now. The odometer had six hundred thousand plus miles longed on it. "Yep this baby sure had it's adventures," He thought to himself staring out into the sky as he smirked. "Just like me." Professor opened the Institutes bank account to Victor but he felt like he'd be stealing from them to accept so much money with out working for it. He ended up 'borrowing' the 800$ but planned to pay it back in full.
The run-down Chevy barely made it up the hill on the way to the mansion as it kicked and sputtered. Victor thought about parking it in the garage but deemed it unworthy and brought the truck around back next to the shed where Gambit kept his bike. He laughed to himself, as thought about the years of fighting Apocalypse and now a stick shift was too much for him.
Victor's mood changed as his mind moved to Clarice. He wondered how she was handling having a normal life. "Well as normal a life as training to be an X-Men can provide," Blink was always perpetually shy, "Even back when we were in our world she never said much to anyone besides me and Morph." He looked into the sky wondered about what she was doing now and hoped she was happy.
"That's weird..." Still looked into the clear sky he saw what appeared to be someone coming straight down towards the mansion. He sprung to his feet in the back of the truck and put his hands up to block out the sun. It appeared to be a person, no wait a woman. "Storm!" He called out as he saw who it was.
She yelled out in delight as the wind propelled her into a barrel roll. She sped straight towards the ground spinning the whole time before pulling herself to stop just inches above the grass. She laughed aloud at her own antics, enjoying the freedom of the Westchester skies. Ororo turned her head when she heard her name called out a second time. Parked next to the shed was a real beaten down truck with Sabretooth beckoning to her from the flatbed of it. She picked herself up on a gust of wind and soared above the truck in small circles. "Did you just purchase this ...thing?" Ororo said trying to be polite.
"Yeah. Pretty nice wheels, huh?" He asked sarcastically smiling up at the hovering Ororo.
"To say the least." She floated to the ground on the side of the truck and looked it over. "You can sure get the girls driving around in this baby." She matched his sarcasm. "Assuming it still starts up."
He shot her a look, "You're looking at from the wrong view." He held out his arm to her and hoisted her into the flatbed. The truck gave a protesting grown at the added weight as they looked up at the sky. "Better from this angle, eh?" He said moving over so she could lay down, their bare feet hanging over the end of the truck. He pulled himself up to his knees and opened the back window, taking the keys out his pocket. Reaching for the ignition with his long arms he turned on the radio. He scrolled blindly through the stations for anything that came in clear and without static. He settled on some country station and went back to lying down next to Ororo.
"So what possessed you to buy this?" She asked tapping on the inside wall of the truck as it gave a rusty clanging noise.
"I took the bus down to this used car blowout sale and this guy was really pushin' the expensive ones on me. So I'm tellin' him I want sometin' cheap and he ain't getting the picture. Anyway I'm about ready to swing on him when I see this truck parked a ways back in the corner, right." He looked at Ororo who had moved closer and rested her head on his arm. "I say 'how much is that one' pointing over to the piece-a-junk trunk. In any sense it took him some convincing that I wanted to buy it, that little chump even wanted to sell it ta me for a 1000$." His focus again made his way to Ororo who had sense made herself comfortable on his shoulder, not thinking she was listening he continued his story. "So I'm drivin' this baby home and that's when these space aliens start attackin' and eatin' people left and right. He looked down to see that her eyes were shut and continued. "I nail the petal to the floor and I'm goin' like fifty miles an hour, the truck was goin' so slow the aliens are walkin next to the window, ya know."
"Were they Shi'ar or Kree?" She said smiling up at him as Meet Virginia by Train came on the radio. They both shared a laugh and resumed staring into the sky. After a few minutes of silence and listening to the song Ororo ask him, "What do you want do now?"
He raised an eyebrow and looked over at her. "Wha...?"
"You know, with your life. I can tell you don't exactly enjoy being an X- Men." She said honestly.
Victor sighed in relief. "Yer not s'pose to enjoy this line of work. This is war, remember." He sits up in the truck, causing Ororo to fall off his arm. "It's like you X-Men forget that too much." He looked at her for an answer but she had nothing for him. "He reached through the back window of the truck and pulled out a newspaper. "You see this guy he's out there some where and you're sittin' on your hands." He showed Ororo the headline of a recent murder, the girl that was killed had claw marks all over her and the article said it may have been killer/mad man Victor Creed.
Ororo took the article out of Victor's hand and read through it. "This happened yesterday," She looked at the newspaper heading. "On Canadian soil. I'm sure Alpha Flight is on it but if you want to go after Sabretooth you'll need the X-Men's help."
He looked at the sincerity in her eyes before responding. "No." He said taking the paper out her hand, "This is something I'm doing alone." He looked back into the sky and smirked. "Call it a sabbatical."