A Knock at the Door: Part 4
By DelCreed and Griffin
Rough draft for this one was started December 15, 2003.
Disclaimer:
See part 1 for Marvel.Part 4
In a snug little wooden cabin, Victor Creed slept the sleep of the well deserving. After months spent in the Middle East 'hunting' he was home, 50 million dollars richer, time for some R & R till he got word on his next target. The solar powered clock read 10:26am, so he just lounged back for some serious napping action, but the cell phone rang. beep.
"What?" He barked, only to hear deep breathing on the other end, then-
"I know you have her Vic and I'm commin' for ya, up there at your little hidey-hole." Victor froze.
"L-Logan." Still half asleep he stammered his old nemesis's name, "that you, knock it off. I work for X-Factor now; we're on the same side runt. Wait, a tic you think I have 'who' exactly?" Logan growled a name.
"Jubilee." The sound of that girl's name sent a wave of cold chills down the catman's spine.
"Now wait one freakin' minute, I don't have your loud mouth little frail, not after what you did the last time I took her, she ain't worth that kind of pain again." Logan only breathed louder.
"I'll be there in five minutes, better get her where I can see her and if there's a mark on her you'll be beatin' with a straw, healin' factor of no healin' factor bub." Vic jumped out of bed, tossed on yesterday's clothes as he swore up and down,
"Shit, Logan. I. Don't. Have. Her!" Victor then through the cell phone against the wall where it shattered, ran to his Hog, and was bootin' it off the mountain heading for town, then his other cell phone rang.
"Leavin' won't stop me, I'm right behind you, I know about all your safe houses, and I got access to X-Factor HQ… Wherever you go Vic I'll be there. Whatever you do, I'll be watching you till you can't turn around without seeing me. I'll be go far up your as-" Victor tossed the second cell phone under the wheels of a passing Mac truck, turned the hog around and heading southeast.
It was 7am five days later, the front gates of Xavier's school were open to let the pizza delivery guy out (Yes they have pizza for breakfast), when a huge Hog went roaring passed him. A moment later, there was a knock at the door.
"Remy he will get it, maybe der be some free 'crazy bread' de delivery boy forget to give us." Gambit, who loved crazy bread, ran to get the door. Victor didn't even wait for the door to be fully open, he charged in, knocking Gambit over. "Sabretooth!" The Cajun yelled, but Vic was already past him running down the hall to the elevator and on his way to the lower levels of the mansion.
"He's after Hank!" Bobby cried, a slice of pizza forgotten in his hand, as he iced up. "Jean, you got to worn Hank he's in danger!" Jean sent a telepathic message to the resident, blue, doctor, just as Creed ran passed him to throw himself into a containment cell and slammed the door shut.
"You caught me, start rehabilitatin' me." Hank noted that Victor looked more like he'd been dragged behind a Hog then ridden in on one.
"No, Sabretooth come out of there," Hank held the door to the cell open, but Vic pressed himself into the corner, "you are a member of X-Factor now, we can not keep you locked up." Hank pointed out. "Bad for team relations."
"Oh yes you can keep me in here." Vic pulled the door closed.
"Can not." Hank opened the door.
"Can." Door closed. This argument went on for nearly half an hour, as more and more X-Men came to watch from the hallway.
"Why now?" Hank finally asked, but the phone rang on a nearby desk before Creed could reply.
"NO! Don't answer it, its 'HIM' its always him!" Vic gasped.
"Him? Him who?" Hank asked.
"He's everywhere, he's- what is that word- impotent." Vic said and Bobby sniggered,
"I believe the word is 'omnipotent', as in all knowing." Hank corrected.
"Ya, whatever, just don't send me back out there… I'll be good, please I'll be good." Vic was on his knees. Scott sighed,
"Fine." He closed the door and left Creed in the dark huddled in the corner. "Jean find 'him'."
End part 4