I am
watching the rise and fall of my salvation
There's so much shit around me
Such a lack of compassion
I thought it would be fun and games (would be
fun and games)
Instead it's all the same (it's all the same)
I want something to do
Need to feel the sickness in you
I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not again
Its quite deceiving as I'm feeling the flesh made
me bad
All I wanna do it look for you
And when I fix, you needed to
Just to get some sort of attention
What does it mean to you?
For me its something I just do
I want something
I need to feel the sickness in you
I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not again
Its quite deceiving as I'm feeling the flesh made
me bad
Just made me bad
"Victor?" Tabitha stared into the darkness of his cell. She saw his huge form stir and come forward.
"Whatcha got for me, Tabby? Roast beef?" Tabitha nodded and passed the large sub through the food slot.
"Extra meat, just like you ordered."
"Beautiful." He took the sub in both hands and proceeded to consume it in three bites. "Sure beats the crap the X-geeks've been feedin' me."
"Hey, I'm one of those 'X-geeks'." He chuckled low in his throat.
"I've been around 'em enough to know they never let small fry like you go inta battle, Tabby. Betcha that burns ya up, huh?"
Tabitha held her head up high. "That isn't true. I'm as tough as any of the X-Men?"
"Then why they have ya babysittin' me instead of playin' with the big kids?"
"They don't make me come down here, Victor. I liked to. I like talking to you."
"Do ya now? And why's that?"
Tabitha blushed a little. "I don't know. I just…I just do."
Victor smirked. He had her right where he wanted her. "I like you, too, you know."
Tabitha brightened a little. "You do?"
"Yeah." Victor signed.
"What's wrong?"
"It's just hard, being in this cage all the time. I want to prove to them that I can be something other than a killer, but they won't give me a chance."
"Logan really hates you. Why is that?"
"I don't know," Victor said, doing his best to look sad. "We used to really mean something to each other, but she just threw it all away for no reason."
Tabitha looked almost like she was about to cry. "That's so sad."
"It's one of the reasons why I hurt so much inside."
"Is there anything I can do for you?" Tabby's huge blue eyes were eager to please, and Victor smiled in what he hoped was a winning manner as he reeled her in for the kill.
"Ya could let me go for a walk."
"A walk?"
"Yeah. A man like me needs fresh air, not a dark, cold cell. This place might end up making me worse, not better." He gave her his best attempt at puppy-dog eyes.
Tabitha didn't hesitate at pressing the code to deactivate the force field. Victor smiled stretching his limbs. "That feels nice. Thanks there, Tabby Cat." He grinned his trademark psychotic grin right before he smacked Tabitha into the wall.
Tabitha saw bright lights explode across her vision as her head impacted with the steel wall. She slid to the floor, feeling it vibrate as Victor strolled out of the holding area and down the hall. Tabitha's thin arm reached upwards, feeling for the comm. button. "Logan…help…" she gasped before passing out.
Upstairs in the living room, Logan had been quietly reading, trying to ignore Bobby and Kitty fighting over MTV vs. A&E. She was the only one to hear Tabitha's gasp from the small speaker in the corner of the room, and she knew instantly where the emergency had occurred.
The collected works of Shakespeare landed on the floor behind her as Logan raced for the holding cells.
Victor was hoping he could make it out of the mansion without a fuss, but no sooner had he reached the elevator than the obnoxious alarm klaxons began to sound. He guessed he hadn't hit Tabitha as hard as he thought. He stood patiently in front of the elevator and waited for the costumed freaks to pour out.
He was surprised to see only Logan, dressed in tight jeans and a t-shirt. She had her claws out, and the stark, hateful look she seemed to only wear around him. "I knew it," she hissed. Victor spread his arms.
"Ya got me, darlin'. Take me in." He smiled, inviting her to a fight. Logan reached behind her and hit a switch in the elevator. The door slid shut and a red light went on above the car.
"I am not," said Logan slowly, "your darlin'." She took a step towards him—if she had been his height they would have been nose to nose. "Now I'm gonna finish something that should have ended a long time ago."
Kitty and Bobby ran to the elevator, Bobby pushed the down button several times. "What the heck is wrong with this thing?"
Kitty pointed up. "Um, the elevators are offline."
"At a time like this? What are the odds?"
Kitty looked at him like he was an idiot. "Pretty high considering Logan probably shut them off."
"Oh. Yeah, well, that makes sense."
"We're the only other ones in the mansion, aren't we?"
Bobby turned pale. "There's no one to protect us from the homicidal maniacs?"
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Come on, we can't get down there and do something about this, but at least we can monitor what's going on from the camera room. Maybe we can get a hold of Scott, too."
Logan slowly advanced on Victor, who surprisingly took a step back to match her. Logan realized after a moment he was drawing her into the wide hallway that ran outside the Danger Room—a dead end, with no exits. The perfect place for a battle to the death.
Logan didn't waste time—she launched herself at Victor, intent on cutting him to pieces. He sidestepped her and she felt his talons rip across her back. Because of her speed against his superior reach, they were usually perfectly matched, but Logan knew her anger was getting the better of her in this case—that had been an easy hit.
Victor roared as she spun and jammed her claws into his side up to the hilt, feeling flesh rend and ribs crack under her assault. She followed up by slamming her knee into his kidneys, hearing a refreshing clank and a moan of pain from her opponent.
Bouts with Victor could go on for hours, until one or both of them had lost too much blood to stay upright, but this one ended as suddenly as it had begun, with Logan gaining the upper hand. She slammed Victor into a steel wall with a knee to the gut, holding him there with a claw on either side of his face. Panting, she stared into his eyes, almost black from rage and pain.
"I win," she ground out.
"Guess you do," he panted. "Ain't ya gonna finish the job?"
"You're going to a real prison this time, Creed—a black hole in the Vault for the rest of your life."
He started to laugh, his bloody chest shaking droplets onto Logan. "That's the best ya can do, runt? Threaten me with a little kitten growl? If you were really as tough as you let on, you'd have that last claw out." Logan's eyes narrowed.
"Don't tempt me."
"No one's stoppin' ya." Logan growled again.
"I won't give you the satisfaction."
"I dare ya."
"Shut up!"
"C'mon runt, do it!" Victor wrapped his huge hand around the wrist Logan held to his throat. "Do it."
"I'm not like you!"
"That's a laugh. We're two sides of the same coin, Logan. We're the same." His grip could have crushed normal bone. "Do it!"
Logan gritted her teeth, feeling the red rage bubbling to the surface and fighting to keep it at bay.
"Do it!"
She couldn't…it would make her no better than the murderer in front of her.
"Do it!" He bared his fangs into her face. "Silver Fox woulda killed me, runt."
Logan let out a sound of pure rage. Victor smiled. "That's the spirit runt! Do it!"
"I hate you!" Logan screamed.
"Then do it!"
SNIKT!