"Well ya can't see it, but we're not exactlly at the X-mansion here," she tried to say cheefully, but anyone could go through the rouse, "Don't know why -- but if they could, they'd get ya," she tried to state as though it was a fact. The things became silent after a while.
She took in a deep breath, "Four Hundred Thirty One," the silence finally broken between them. He couldn't move his head, to see her -- but didn't have to. He noticed a change within the specter from the sound of her voice, "that's how many people I've seen ya murder 'Tooth,"
He smiled internally at what kills she saw. Did she see the ones where he tortured them or the quickly dispatched their measly lives? Yet, something was bothering him -- why would she bring this up now?
"In all of them, ya always smile -- yer pleased with yer work I suppose," she gave out a sigh, "yet the night ya killed me 'Tooth, where was that smile?"
He wasn't? He remembered giving a toothy grin during the . He wanted to reply, but it felt like gravel mixed with broken glass mixed around in his throat.
"Ya smiled when ya hurt Kitty, ya smiled when ya hurt Amiko," blues eyes suddenly made contact with his -- full of curiousity and anger at him, "heck, before ya smiled when ya tried ta kill me all those years ago, but -- never mind," she left the thought open as silence drifted between them once again.
He saw her gaze leave his again, "Four," he pondered what that number meant, "The number of women ya banged and cared about."
Was she going back on her deal? Good that means that they could set up something new -- something that allowed him to once again kill. His thoughts were once again disturbed by her famous sighs.
"I know what yer thinkin' and I'm not going back on the deal 'Tooth," she rolled her eyes at him," I'm only interested in the fourth chick, I only saw her now in yer memories and, well, she looked like me 'Tooth," she glared at him. He was caught in an unflattering light. He internally smiled again; he knew wanted to tell her about his infatuation and see the pure horror on her face.
He heard her sigh again as he tired to move to see her -- nope the pain overwhelmed him, "Maybe I ain't ready for the answer," she replied quickly. He never heard so much sighing in his life.
Then the realization occured -- when was this 'the memory game?' There were things he also wanted to point out? How he saw her power level go off the charts? why'd she wanted to die? or how she picked out a slutty swimsuit just for her 'Wolvie'. The thought of that last memory made him growl again.
"I need ya alive," she said trying to calm him down, "even though it's fun makin' yer life a living hell -- I got places ta go," she got up and looked out of the cave, "people to see," she whispered as if the the softer tone would lessen the blow; yet the look on her face meant otherwise.
"I know what yer thinkin' 'Tooth," she stated again as if she knew. She's luck he couldn't ask the questions he wanted to ask -- it'd ruin her concentration, "If I had the answers I'd tell ya, yadda yadda yadda -- we've been through this before 'Tooth c'mon," she stuck out her tongue as she looked outside.
"Until ya find a way, the deal is still in place -- ya can't kill nobody and I won't take over yer body except for cigarette breaks and keepin' ya alive," the deal was set without him saying a word and he couldn't wait to get out of it -- sort of. What was he thinking? He liked his old life being a loner, "oh and don't pull a stunt like that with the X-Men cause if ya get caught that'd mean that I'd be stuck with ya fer oh -- for the rest of yer life," her smile came back to her.
The front she put up, he noted. She acted like this before -- heck the whole week since this whole thing started. She didn't lie to him, but she didn't tell him the truth either. She was hiding something...
She sighed again -- that's what she used to do before she went on stage -- wait. She had this all planned out. The whole speech, the way she spoke and the lack of eye contact proved to him that there was more than what she was saying. She thought that this would satiate what he wanted to know. He was going to put a damper on her simplistic plan.
"Why--" he wheezed out, this time it just felt like sandpaper rubbing against his skin, "why didn't ya block."
She paid attention to him, he knew when her cerulean eyes stared at him, "why didn't ya kill me before in L.A," she answered with a question, he hated that. He was about to answer when he heard his stomach growl.
"Guess that has ta wait, don't it," She got up and went to the other side, "rest up a bit and we'll talk later," he tried to get up again, but the pain -- once again -- brought him back down. He reluctantly closed his eyes and rested.