"Notice something animal," her words made him growl, "These people are happy, they've become everything they wanted to become." She walked over to one a young man in a particular suit. She put her hands around his neck, "You see they don't notice me or you or," she twisted the neck in front of her as the lifeless form fell to the floor, "this -- thanks to my associate".
The orderly came out and bowed. He grabbed his head and walked to the fallen body, "thank you Madame Sanguine, his thoughts were --"
"Weren't you busy trying to get this cur out of here," she glared at the orderly; this made him struggle harder to get out of his binds.
She just looked at him wagging her finger at him, "many have tried, but all have failed," she then gave him a pout, he almost puked at the site of it, "too bad I have to let you go soon."
"What's yer game frail," he asked bluntly, he felt something slice into his arm and he winced in pain.
"I'm not the one trapped in strings," she pulled her hand forward as he felt the strings that bound him grow tighter, "now where was I, ah yes, the ever boring speech why your here -- at least you should know why before I give you over."
No one paid attention to her as she sat on the piano, "This place is my little trap for the unfortunate souls like 'yerself'," he saw her tap her finger and he felt another slice going through his right leg muscle. He gritted his teeth in agony, "I keep my slaves here till someone wants them, and people do want them."
She stopped in front of him as people clapped for as the pianist changed tunes to something soothing and relaxing, "Never in my wildest dreams did I get the famous assassin, Victor Creed," She got off the piano and walked close to him. He tried to swipe at her, but his arm didn't move. Instead he felt strings tear into his arms and legs. Blood dropped to the floor like a leaky faucet.
"I'll kill ya," he promised. She just laughed at him as he felt a string tighten around his throat.
"No 'yer' price will pay for the damage that you've done to my precious suits and then some," the string loosened around his throat. He'd been in tighter jams than this; he'd just have to find out a way to get out of it.
He growled as the strings started to embed itself into his skin. He grimaced in pain, but this plan wouldn't backfire, "Is that the best ya got frail?" He taunted her; he felt the sting of the strings go into his flesh, his healing factor automatically healing the wound.
"When I get out of here, I'll gut ya real good," another sting into his arms and legs. The pain started to overwhelm him, his vision started to become blurry. The strings were almost into position.
"Then I'll gut that orderly," he saw a fire light into her eyes.
"No one touches him -- no one!" he braced himself for the pain coming. The sound of the door opened.
"Uncle 'Tooth," He didn't have to see straight to know that things were going to get worse.
"Humble," he heard the red headed devil yell out. He could've gotten out of the situation, but now things have changed. When the boy gets what he deserved, he still would have another chance to escape -- but now he'd have to wait as his arms and legs burned in pain. He roared out in frustration and rage as the orderly appeared before him.
"Yes Madame Sanguine," he saw the pathetic being bow.
"You know how I feel about kids," her sly reply got her another bow as Humble's eyes started to flair red. The people that were having a good time stopped what they were doing. Their eyes where turned to the same tint as the orderly's.
He closed his eyes in order to conserve energy to fight the pain. "Destroy the boy," he heard orderly order as a small yelp echoed in the eerily quiet room. The thunderous footsteps of twenty people went towards the yelp as the slamming and locking of the doors filled his eardrums. The boy was going to get it, which he hoped was soon.
"Iggy, run under that mans legs," He heard a voice command, that was definitely Jubilee's. He smelled fear from the boy as a smaller set of footsteps ran.
"What a frolic indeed," The woman in front of him smiled; he didn't have to see it to know it. He concentrated on the pitter-patter of feet and the advice Jubilee gave the small feral.
"Duck, jump, go under the table, watch out behind you, move the chair..." with each command he heard crashes and groans. He smelled the concern grow with the two people in front of him.
"Humble what's going on," he heard Sanguine yell at Humble.
"I don't know Madame Sanguine, it seems like the freak has a pair of eyes in the back of his head," Creed couldn't help but smile, if they only knew.
"Watch out," he heard Jubilee yell as the youths footsteps stopped. He heard the youth whimper. Finally, Iggy was caught.
"You have to bite him Iggy," Jubilee advised the youth. He could hear struggling. He knew the boy hesitated.
"But Auntie Lee--" the boy started to argue with her. Creed grimaced, if the boy didn't do as Jubilee said he'd be in deep trouble.
"Who is the boy talking to," he heard the woman in front of him questioned no one in particular.
"You have to Iggy, to help Uncle 'Tooth," Creed let out a deep growl. He didn't need help. He was fine a couple minutes ago. He heard a deep scream in pain from the orderly, as he smelled blood spurting from two places.
"What's going on Humble," the woman's pitch became hasty.
"Don't let go Iggy," Jubilee encouraged the young feral. He had to open his eyes for this. He saw the orderly grabbing his arm in pain, screaming like a little girl. On the other side of the room, he saw Iggy clenched down on a woman's arm.
"I told you not to get too attached to her," the woman in front of him scolded Humble.
"I'm sorry Madam--," he saw the Humble fall to the ground as the woman who had an Iggy on her arm also fall down. The rest of the people fell down also. The orderly didn't get up -- passed out from the pain (amateur).
"Now isn't the time to pass out Humble," Sanguine ran over to the fallen form trying to rouse it. Unfortunately for her, the binds that tied him loosened. This would be great for him if the strings weren't embedded in his muscle. There wasn't time for a second guess.
"Igster hurry and get 'Tooth down," she yelled at Iggy, who got off up the floor and skipped over to the tied up Creed.
"I did good huh Uncle--"
This was total embarrasment! He being saved by a kid -- a feral one no less!
"Yya see the strings," Jubilee questioned and Iggy nodded, a good sign, "I need you to take them off me".
With a flash, the boy jumped and bit off the one that held his arm. Creed yanked the other strings out of his legs, arms and throat -- ignoring the great amount of pain.
He arrogantly walked over to the unsuspecting red head. He yanked her by her hair to meet her face to face. She struggled under her great power, but they both knew it was futile.
"Now, ya can't say I don't keep my promises," he unsheathed his claws as his hand started to go down her.
"Yer goin' ta waste yer kill on Miss Bimbo over there?" his tormentor asked him. He growled as he got back to reality.
"Who wants that bounty on my head frail," he asked her.
"Logan...Logan has put a ten million dollar bounty for you alive, " the frightened form in front of him replied. She didn't smell like a liar. He threw her across the room as a thud echoed in the empty room. Another unconscious body lay on the floor.
He turned around to see Jubilee's reaction. Surely, Logan would've dropped rank with her for being a coward. Instead he saw her float over to Iggy.
"You did great Iggy!" she praised the boy. Iggy beamed a smile at her as his tail wagged.
"Thank you Auntie Lee," the young feral replied.
"I had everything under control," he yelled at both of them, "Ya had ta ruin my plan."
"Which one, the one where ya expected tha strings to break from the stress of that adamantium bones ya got," he growled at her, how did she know?
"Sanguine and Humble, assassins sent fer Wolvie's hide -- he tried doin' that, but yer throat ain't made of adamantium. Took Wolvie a while ta talk again," she described the events to him. Was he thinking like the runt now?
"The kid saved ya, admit it," he didn't want to admit it. First a ghost saved him, now a young, poor excuse of a feral saved him -- he didn't like it. Before his animal instinct of slaughtering the boy took over, he remembered he'd have to deal with something he couldn't get away from if he did that. So he had to hit the next vulnerable spot.
"Yer goin' home kid," he grunted out, the boys ears flattened and the smile automatically disappeared, "this ain't a life fer you."
His venom hit its mark. Jubilee didn't protest what he said and soon that annoyance would be out of his life. He'd return him in good condition to a some place and be on higher standards with Jubilee.