"I don't do morning afters -- ya know that already," he informed her bluntly as she started to pick up her clothes.
"Whatever you wish Mr. Creed," she tried to say as politely as she could, but he knew otherwise. The scent of disappointment and fear could never be mistaken. She wobbly walked out the door and closed it. With his senses, he could hear her cry and run down the stair -- this made him grin a little.
He looked on the nightstand and saw tradition. Every time he had sex with one of these ladies, he'd smoke. He opened the new pack of clove cigarettes and he tried to smoke one -- but he spat it out. He couldn't believe he smoked this garbage once. Where'd he put those Marlboro light's? He looked around the room to see where he put it. After a few seconds of no success, he threw the pack of cloves still in hand randomly and decided now would be a good time for a shower.
He got up from his silk sheets and yawned. He looked around again, no one was around; so, he went straight for the bathroom. A quick shower would have to do and he'd be off trying to find out ways to get rid of her.
The thought of the kid crossed his mind. He went in to the hot water with angry thoughts. She was nothing but trouble ever since that day around a week ago. He lathered his head furiously as his thoughts always came back to her.
She made him more human, the whimsical thought made him punch the side of the shower wall -- leaving a permanent dent. He liked letting the feral part of him out. The blood of others on his hands made him happy, right?
He stared at his claws; he didn't kill a human since that day, but what suprised him the most was the anger and bloodlust that lived in his mind were subdued more than what Birdy.
He scowled at the thought of his old lover. No, he put his hand in his face, his hired hand.
"Umm...'Tooth," he heard her voice go beyond the steam.
"What kid, did ya want to see my point after all," he peeked his head through the curtain -- the usual casual and cocky side came up to greet her.
"Let's just settle this once, shall we," she went past the shower door and she stood in front of his naked form. She didn't even look at it, "One, when I took over your body the first time I saw it and let me say, I'm not impressed."
He growled at her and covered himself up, "yeah, so what's the two," he yelled through a clenched jaw.
"Two?" she asked playfully as she floated through him and went behind him. He turned to face her again.
"You went through the trouble ta come here, so what's the two," he yelled again. He really wanted to slice her throat were she stood -- been there, done that.
"Two," she contemplated for a moment. She was actually thinking about it while he was naked in the shower.
He punched another permanent dent into the wall, "Get out," he screamed with all his rage, but she just shook her head and laughed.
"That's right, two, see when I was downstairs, I heard yer old pal Ruth on the phone. She just told the person on the phone that yer here. Now this means that she betrayed you or she won you a sweepstakes," she made the options appear through hand gestures, "Now I think the betrayal part sounds good to me, how bout you," her left hand slunk down.
"Ruth wouldn't betray me kid," he ripped down the shower curtain as he got out and dried himself. With only a towel on he crept towards the door. He opened it a little and took a whiff. Nothing smelled out of place.
"I don't know what yer problem is kid, but Ruth ain't like that," he turned around to see her form sitting on a chair.
"Oh," her eyebrows perked, "and you trust her because?"
"She ain't let me down before and she knows I'll gut her if she did," he impatiently ripped his towel off as he saw her face turn away.
"So yer sayin' that I'm lyin' then," she put it out there.
"Yeah," he gave a snarl to her as she just put up her hand and then just put out her middle finger.
"Name one time since ya gutted me when I lied to ya," she calmly asked.
He opened his mouth but words didn't come out. None -- the simple answer that he didn't want to admit.
"Exactly," she kept her middle finger up to put the exclamation mark to the truth.
She didn't lie to him. He couldn't remember a time she did when she was alive either. She was a pain in the butt, yet she didn't lie to him. He was going to question her about that but his ears perked when he heard something that was supposed to be silent.
He looked through the window and scanned the area. The leaves blew in the night sky as a little flash came from trees around a mile away. He sneered as he went away from the window. He put on his boxers, jeans and shirt -- then he picked up his red bandana and slowly put that on.
"I guess yer right kid," he sullen admitted as he went to the drawer.
"I told ya, see I'm --," her words cut short by the cocking of some guns.
"Whoa, what d'ya think yer doin'," she stood in front of him.
"Ain't no one alive after I'm through with 'em," He stood ready to get out the door.
"I don't think so -- ya see that'd be against the deal and --"
"Don't get in my way kid," he warned her as he went through her. He went to turn the knob when the door exploded. He fell backwards as his guns flew out of his hands, he crashed on the bed as he shook his head to get focused.
"We're here to take you in Creed, you can't escape," the voice -- he knew it. In front of him was the leader of the X-men, Cyclops and next to him.
"For Jubilee, you will be taken in," another form came out of the smoke, the blue elf-looking mutant, Nightcrawler.