He pushed the glass aside with his boot and dropped the carcass of the doe
onto the porch. Seeing the sun go down over the horizon, he'd walked a
little longer than expected. He didn't fell like eating the carcass raw,
the numbness he felt made sure of that.
He didn't get it. The whole time of walking from the woods to here contemplated this new feeling. He shook his head as he sat down next to the fallen doe. He focused at cleaning it up.
"Hey Creed, what -- whoa," he heard her stop mid sentence, he smiled and didn't face her as he began his cleaning, "ya got blood, um, everywhere -- I guess ya couldn't wait huh," if she only knew the half of it.
Creed turned to her and beamed a smile, "nah this one just gave me a hard time," he exaggerated the truth, "lost my temper that's all," He continued his cleaning of the meat, picking the bullets out of it.
"I know ya couldn't do that, unless yer powers include shooting bullets out of yer --"
"Some hunters wounded it, the doe ran, and I got the kill," he interrupted her thought. Did he just introduce the third party? He mentally cursed to himself.
"So what happened ta them hunters -- kill 'em or somethin'," she got in his face and smiled at him. Why did she smile at him? Did she know?
"Nah, just scared their sorry faces away, that's all," he lied not looking up at her, concentrating his attention to cleaning.
"I'm impressed Creed, who would've thought ya kept yer word fer this long," she giggled and floated next to him and sighed, "its only been two weeks huh."
Grateful she changed the subject he just nodded, "Yep."
"Lets see, ya killed me, I turn out to be a ghost, We ain't seen nobody that can change this, along way ya almost kill yerself, get attacked by X- Men and Wolvie," he heard a slight pause in her voice before she went back on, "ya almost get killed by Sanguine and Humble, yet we met Iggy and ya killed his father," she recapped everything taking a deep breath after listing everything. He thought ghosts didn't breathe; what did he know?
He just nodded, "Yep," So much had happened in two weeks, had he gone through it all with her? Everything seemed like a blur.
"Yet in spite of all the opportunities and all the anger, ya kept to it," a tinge of something new feeling upon his heart and he didn't like it.
He masked this confusion with a smile and looked straight at her, "What? Ya hold a low opinion of me," he meant this meant to be a joke, but when she hesitated he couldn't help but feel a little angry.
"C'mon Creed, ya ain't a saint here, " she crossed her arms in front of her, "we were enemies fer what, the majority of my life and yer not on the top of my 'trust enemy' list, but these two weeks definitely changed my opinion of you."
He didn't know he belonged to a 'Trust Enemy' list...Did she just say she trusted him, "Ya shouldn't trust me, we're stuck together remember," he tried to quickly dowse the flames she incited, "if I had ta, I wouldn't want ya around -- and why are ya sharin' this with me -- ain't the boy in pain or somethin'." The strange twinge that started from his heart started to spread throughout his body. His arms were unable to move to finish cleaning the kill.
She made 'your-talking-too-much' hand gesture as she stood up, "I know, but we can't change that now can we," she retorted back with an informational tone, but now her tone became was going to be something malicious. He saw that in her body movement, "and fer yer information, I talk, that's what I do and that's what I do best," she pointed to herself with her thumb.
He saw her calming down, floating towards the door, "I'm sorry fer wastin' yer time 'Tooth, but I felt I needed ta let ya know," She phased into the door.
The new feeling coursing throughout his body felt like it froze his blood. He couldn't move as he was forced to see the stars where the sunset. So she trusted him, he shouldn't be feeling this. So he impressed her, he still shouldn't be feeling this. So he smiles only for her the last two weeks, which meant nothing. He is an assassin that just killed two people for fun and that meant he secretly broke the deal.
What if Jubilee found out? He couldn't believe he didn't think of that. She wouldn't find out, he'd play the 'good boy' so she wouldn't have a need to search his mind.
The question still bothered him. What if Jubilee found out? Would he lose her trust, her gratified look and her smile? This didn't bother him. This shouldn't bother him. This bothered him.
He snorted, she wouldn't find out. He kept repeating the sentence like monk praying for safety. Able to move, he picked up the cleaned up meat and walked to where he parked. The blood on him caked into his fur as he put the meat into the cooler. He opened the door and reclined the front seat to the full extent. He looked up at the plain brown ceiling. He didn't feel like going into the house tonight.
He didn't get it. The whole time of walking from the woods to here contemplated this new feeling. He shook his head as he sat down next to the fallen doe. He focused at cleaning it up.
"Hey Creed, what -- whoa," he heard her stop mid sentence, he smiled and didn't face her as he began his cleaning, "ya got blood, um, everywhere -- I guess ya couldn't wait huh," if she only knew the half of it.
Creed turned to her and beamed a smile, "nah this one just gave me a hard time," he exaggerated the truth, "lost my temper that's all," He continued his cleaning of the meat, picking the bullets out of it.
"I know ya couldn't do that, unless yer powers include shooting bullets out of yer --"
"Some hunters wounded it, the doe ran, and I got the kill," he interrupted her thought. Did he just introduce the third party? He mentally cursed to himself.
"So what happened ta them hunters -- kill 'em or somethin'," she got in his face and smiled at him. Why did she smile at him? Did she know?
"Nah, just scared their sorry faces away, that's all," he lied not looking up at her, concentrating his attention to cleaning.
"I'm impressed Creed, who would've thought ya kept yer word fer this long," she giggled and floated next to him and sighed, "its only been two weeks huh."
Grateful she changed the subject he just nodded, "Yep."
"Lets see, ya killed me, I turn out to be a ghost, We ain't seen nobody that can change this, along way ya almost kill yerself, get attacked by X- Men and Wolvie," he heard a slight pause in her voice before she went back on, "ya almost get killed by Sanguine and Humble, yet we met Iggy and ya killed his father," she recapped everything taking a deep breath after listing everything. He thought ghosts didn't breathe; what did he know?
He just nodded, "Yep," So much had happened in two weeks, had he gone through it all with her? Everything seemed like a blur.
"Yet in spite of all the opportunities and all the anger, ya kept to it," a tinge of something new feeling upon his heart and he didn't like it.
He masked this confusion with a smile and looked straight at her, "What? Ya hold a low opinion of me," he meant this meant to be a joke, but when she hesitated he couldn't help but feel a little angry.
"C'mon Creed, ya ain't a saint here, " she crossed her arms in front of her, "we were enemies fer what, the majority of my life and yer not on the top of my 'trust enemy' list, but these two weeks definitely changed my opinion of you."
He didn't know he belonged to a 'Trust Enemy' list...Did she just say she trusted him, "Ya shouldn't trust me, we're stuck together remember," he tried to quickly dowse the flames she incited, "if I had ta, I wouldn't want ya around -- and why are ya sharin' this with me -- ain't the boy in pain or somethin'." The strange twinge that started from his heart started to spread throughout his body. His arms were unable to move to finish cleaning the kill.
She made 'your-talking-too-much' hand gesture as she stood up, "I know, but we can't change that now can we," she retorted back with an informational tone, but now her tone became was going to be something malicious. He saw that in her body movement, "and fer yer information, I talk, that's what I do and that's what I do best," she pointed to herself with her thumb.
He saw her calming down, floating towards the door, "I'm sorry fer wastin' yer time 'Tooth, but I felt I needed ta let ya know," She phased into the door.
The new feeling coursing throughout his body felt like it froze his blood. He couldn't move as he was forced to see the stars where the sunset. So she trusted him, he shouldn't be feeling this. So he impressed her, he still shouldn't be feeling this. So he smiles only for her the last two weeks, which meant nothing. He is an assassin that just killed two people for fun and that meant he secretly broke the deal.
What if Jubilee found out? He couldn't believe he didn't think of that. She wouldn't find out, he'd play the 'good boy' so she wouldn't have a need to search his mind.
The question still bothered him. What if Jubilee found out? Would he lose her trust, her gratified look and her smile? This didn't bother him. This shouldn't bother him. This bothered him.
He snorted, she wouldn't find out. He kept repeating the sentence like monk praying for safety. Able to move, he picked up the cleaned up meat and walked to where he parked. The blood on him caked into his fur as he put the meat into the cooler. He opened the door and reclined the front seat to the full extent. He looked up at the plain brown ceiling. He didn't feel like going into the house tonight.