"Ooh the ring of fire," he belted out. His good mood exuded out as he looked over to see that the kid didn't feel the same.
They'd been driving for a while, actually non-stop since the little incident back at the cabin. Night came and went and he didn't feel tired. The adrenaline rush with Logan was all he needed to stay awake.
He suddenly saw trucks parked along the lane, he'd been here before. This place served the best sirloin beef at seven o'clock in the morning. He looked at the clock in the car -- his luck -- it's seven o'clock.
He parked, looked over his shoulder and saw the girl not even flinch a little. She just looked out the window -- like she did for the last day or so. He didn't care, wasn't like she was going anywhere anyway.
Sirloin beef -- medium rare, that's what he ordered when he got inside. He looked over as the kid opted to stay in the car. He "forgot" to turn off the radio. They'd been listening to Johnny Cash that whole entire day and night. That didn't bother him, but surely it'd annoy her now.
When his meal came he focused on it like it was the only thing there. He ocasionally stared out the window to look what the kid was doing -- the same damn thing. She must be brooding on what he did earlier.
He found joy in catching the kids attempt to try to get the better of him. She'd never get the better of him.
Now she sat there, trying not to pay attention to him, but he knew better. The way she acted, her clocks in her head were probably geared on the next move. He'd be ready though.
When he finished the meal, he just looked at the waitress and she knew that this meal would be a part of his tab. Last time he got here, he'd took out some punks that were annoying him; who'd knew they annoyed this store too. He walked in, got into the car, "that was some good eatin'," he announced, but he got no response. Growling a little, he turned on the ignition and went on his way.
After a few minutes he saw a sign ahead, the border between Canada and the States were just miles away. He remembered the ten dollars needed to exit and a good cover story. 'Visiting the relatives' always worked.
As he approached the toll booth, he slowed down the car and turned down the radio as he approached to see scrawny man looking over a list.
"Ten dollars sir," the annoying man commanded him. He suppressed a growl as he gave the ten.
"The reason for departure," the man said in the same monotone voice.
"Need ta visit some relatives," Creed answered quickly. He'd rather get this over with soon.
"Alright --" he was about to floor it out of there. When the tollbooth guy's heard something dispatch on his transmitter. Creed got antsy at what he heard on the dispatch radio: 6'6 man, authorities want, blonde, no pupils. This would be a messy way to leave Canada.
"Hey 'Tooth I'll deal with it," he heard a voice offer help.
"I don't need your help kid, gettin' out of this is goin' ta be a cakewalk," his bravado showing her.
"Sir I have to detain you for a minute, can you come this way," the tollbooth guy waved him over to the spot where the authorities were. He could easily rip out all of their throats and be off -- but he had to play by their rules. He looked over to see the kid giving the look of apathy -- he had to sneer to himself a little.
He drove the car to the spot and got out. A man stood waiting for him as he got out of the car ready to get this over with.
"There a problem," the same annoying man bluntly asked as the guy perked an eyebrow at him.
"Just have to ask you a few questions before you leave sir," the guy cleared his throat as he went through the list, "what are your reasons for leaving sir?" He smelled the fear rising from the guy.
"Visiting some relative," the shortest politest answer always worked.
"Okay," the guy checked off, "umm did you bring any foreign fruits or vegetables."
He growled at the guy, his intimidation tactic began to work, "Nah I didn't, you can check yerself," he gave him a toothy grin showing the guy his canines.
The guy hurriedly checked the car. Creed became a little antsy when they guy stopped at one spot, "Sir, why is that trench coat soaked in blood."
He didn't account for that. He thought the guy would give a casual glance over, "Went huntin'," he blurted out. The look the guy gave him meant one thing -- wrong answer.
"Sir you know most of Canada's wilderness is protected habitat --" Creed zoned out on the incessant babbling of the guy. All he had on his mind was how to kill this guy and get away as soon as possible.
"Look I can get ya out no problem," the kids voice popped up. Her face ready for action.
He was put into a tough dilemma. There was every reason to not trust the kid right now. She probably gets him arrested or some crazy thing she'd do just to get back at him.
Yet, she wasn't in the position to bluff. He caught her before and it wouldn't be too bad if he woke up arrested -- it wasn't the first time he'd escaped from authorities.
He nodded to her as the familiar blackness came over him.
* * *
She looked the same as she did in her ghost form. Her hair passed her shoulders as she filled out a whole lot more as his auditory functions picked up Johnny Cash blared from the radio. From the looks of it, she was on top her bed, writing something down.
"Turn that crap off," a familiar voice rang out -- the runt. Of course she didn't comply.
A few minutes later he heard footsteps come down and a door forced open.
"What's yer problem Wolvie, it's the man in black," she got to the point. Logan turned the volume down.
"Ain't a girl yer age supposed to be listenin' to that pop crap," the runt pointed out as the kid gave a sour look.
"Just because I'm twenty-one ain't mean nothin' Wolvie," she responded defiantly, but with a smile, "besides I gotta respect a guy that covered my MILF's favorite song."
"MILF?" the runt questioned as Sabretooth wanted to know as well.
"Man I'd like to F--," she stated as the runt covered her mouth.
"Didn't need to know that darlin'," the runt took his hand away from her mouth as he slowly sat on her bed. The runt sighed as the kid went over and sat next to him -- rubbing his back. Sabretooth growled to himself as he was forced to see this filth.
"Creed used ta like this garbage," the runt replied as though he knew what she was going to ask. How did Logan know that. Then he saw her roll her eyes.
"Just 'cause ole furball likes it ain't mean I'm going to be like him Wolvie," when an awkward silence filled the room, she sighed as she went up and hugged him. Internally, Creed growled again.
"Alright, I won't listen ta him." she acknowledged sighing as she held the runt a little too long.
"Good darlin'," Wolverine broke the embrace and left the room. She made sure he was gone and she went to get her headphones.
Creed couldn't help but smile as he heard the chorus: "The ring of fire"
* * *
He awoke back to reality. A sign in front of said 'Welcome to America.' So she didn't betray him.
He went in the car and saw something on the inside of the windshield -- a business card. He picked up the card and looked perplexed at it:
"John 555-1234, call me"
Seeing a heart after the 'call me' made him almost hurl.
"Cake walk huh," he heard her comment indignantly. He ripped up the card quickly and started his way into America.
She got him...this time...