Casually jogging in the rain, he got under the porch feeling the blood of
the deer carcass running down his back. He put the meat down and let it
bleed down the side. With careful swipes, he cut pieces he could carry.
Walking through the door, he noticed how dark it was. He stood for a while to adjust his eyes. He stomped over to the table set up in the dining room and plopped the meat onto the table.
The boy wasn't here. He grew tired of waiting as he took a bite out of the meat.
"Umm, Creed, that ain't cooking," a specter pointed out to him. He did promise he'd cook, but he was hungry now.
"What the boy think he too good fer my style o' cookin'," he took another big bite into the raw meat. When he saw her roll her eyes, he couldn't help but laugh.
She gave out a frustrated sigh, "He's still a little bit too weak, he's upstairs." She floated away from him. Shrugging, he picked up the two pieces of meat and followed behind. Stomping up the stairs, he took another bite of the raw meat. Approaching a door, he saw that Jubilee was nowhere in sight. She was probably inside talking to Iggy.
He leaned against the door to listen in, but instead he tumbled inside due to his overwhelming frame. So he was wrong, Jubilee wasn't here. A boy shot up from the bed and stared at Creed.
Was it fear? Was it hatred? Was it confusion? Creed had his guesses but he smelled all three, "Here," he threw the piece of meat at the boy, landing on the lap. Iggy didn't flinch at the sight or the smell of it, instead he weakly picked it up and took a small bite from it -- so this wasn't the boy's first time eating raw flesh.
After another small bite, the boy put the meat aside, letting it bleed onto the sheets, "Ah yer wastin' some good meat boy." he taunted the youth as he started to walk closer towards him.
Was it fear? Was it relief? Was it Confusion? His senses were once again powered with these emotions, "I saw you kill my father, Uncle 'Tooth."
He stopped midway between the door and to they boy. So the boy was conscious to see the events happening. A mixture of anger and happiness filled the air -- but Creed couldn't pinpoint which started first.
"So..." Creed retorted as he saw the boy trying not to make eye contact with him.
"Thank --"
"Yer lyin' kid, I can smell it," Was it anger? Was it relief? Creed went back towards the door and he leaned on it, "He came at me, I gutted him -- end of story."
The kid didn't answer him in words, but the gasp was all he needed. He empathized with the kid, that only made him smirk, "Yer father had it comin' anyways," he went halfway out the door, "If yer still raw 'bout it, come look fer me -- I'll be waitin'," he slammed the door behind him.
He never felt he could have too many rivals. All these rivals meant only one thing to him -- he'd be on top. He'd be number one out of them all. First, there's the runt -- oh the fun they had together. Then there was the sorry excuse of a feral, Wild Child. He put that feral through hell by ripping out his vocal cords and messing with his lady. Now he'll have little Iggy to play with in the future. Oh how he will have fun torturing that feral also -- if they boy grew up.
He stopped walking midway. If Wolverine ever got his hand on Iggy – they're would be one less feral in the world. Good, but not what he was looking for. No, he wanted Iggy alive.
He walked downstairs to see a very calm Jubilee leaning on the banister.
"We goin' yet Creed," she asked looking at her nails, " 'cause I'll tell Iggy ta call the X-men now if --"
"Didn't I tell ya I'm goin' ta be takin' a shower," he walked through her as he walked towards the downstairs shower.
He barely fit inside the little bathroom, let alone the shower; yet, the caked blood that formed on his hands, back, face, chest and various body parts started to annoy him.
The hot water slid down his body, washing the blood away. Muffled sounds came from above. He perked his ears to hear what it was, and then he realized what his position was -- underneath the room where Iggy recuperated.
Years of being an assassin gave him one trait, able to differentiate words from muffled voices. With his enhanced hearing, this made his job a lot easier.
"Umm...sorry bout that Igster," he heard her apologetic tone. He growled -- what did she expect from him, sympathy?
"It's alright Auntie Lee," He barely heard the boy's reply. He heard some shuffling of blankets and soft footsteps onto the ground, then a collapse.
"Don't move Iggy, ain't goin' ta be good when the X-men get here and --"
"I don't want to go with them, I want to go with you Auntie Lee," where did this boy's bravery come from? Creed contemplated that as a few seconds of water spurting from a lime covered faucet hit his face. He changed the temperature to make it hotter.
"You know I can't take ya, Igster, I'm only goin' ta be like this fer a couple weeks and then what'd Creed do ta ya after --"
"I don't care," he heard sobs emanating from the boy, "then you, me and mama would be together."
The sniffling and sobbing made Creed sick to his stomach. If he were there, he'd slap the boy silly and knock some sense into him.
"I don't see her anymore, Auntie Lee, she left me Auntie Lee, she left me," as the sobs became louder.
"But Creed -- " she weakly tried to argue, but anyone with any sense would know she couldn't. He heard sniffling as he heard the boy get up and go back to the bed.
"He's not so bad, not like father," another sniffle, "at least he gave the meat instead of trying to make me kill a rabbit."
"So you --"
"No Auntie Lee, mama used to bring down table scraps and the like when she was alive -- after that, the rabbits found a way out and I followed to find something else to eat," What kind of rival could this Iggy be? The boy didn't like to kill or eat raw meat. Sure, he'd be able to torture him better, but still he didn't need another weak rival -- like Wild Child.
"Aren't ya mad at Creed for killing yer father -- earlier ya were pretty pissed," anyone with a sense would know she tried grasping for arguments that weren't there. He turned up the heat in his shower as he waited for the reply.
"...No...yes...he told me I can go after him for revenge, but -- "
" -- it ain't what ya want, I getcha kid, yer mama taught ya well," Why did she incite the pacifist side of the boy? "I know Wolvie will help ya get past all that if --"
"He taught you didn't he and look where you are," the boy spoke was what in Creed's mind the exact same second. The shocked gasp from the ghost meant she agreed with both of them.
"I'm sorry Auntie Lee, I didn't mean to upset ya like that, I'm sorry Auntie Lee," the boy started to beg. For shame, he was going a step in the right direction.
"Yer goin' ta the X-men like it or not Igster," her monotone words pierced the boy -- he smelled it, "They'll take care of ya and me n' Creed will do what we gotta ta make me fade -- I hope --"
Silence came from the boy, he smelled anger seep from above, more than when he faced him after he killed his father.
"After I check up on Creed, yer goin' ta call -- please Iggy if not fer me, fer the hopes of yer mother," The smell of anger faded -- replaced with one of solemn defeat. He turned off the shower and dried himself off with a nearby towel. Getting dressed he found a couple negatives if the boy went to the X-men. Now he had to decide between the lesser of two evils.
"Hey Creed, I'm coming in," she gave an impromptu warning before phasing inside the bathroom -- Creed prepared for this moment.
"Just checked up on Iggy, he's set to go, so...what's with the stink eye Creed," from the moment she came in he gave her a look of disapproval.
"Ain't easy decision here, he goes – he spills the beans on our location, and he stays, ya know I'm gonna kill him," he put it out flatly.
With concern in her eyes, he knew she was in a tight spot, "he wouldn't say anythin'," she tried to assure him, but her voice shook with doubt.
Suddenly a violent cough erupted above them. Jubilee floated up as the top half of her body went through the ceiling.
Suddenly, her legs dangling from the ceiling mesmerized him. That prostitute back in Ruth's place did no just to what he saw before him. What a shame that she didn't block because...because...He never got an answer from that couple of days in the cave.
"Creed I told 'im not ta say nothin'," She floated down and looked eye to eye with him -- another opportunity lost.
"Yeah, like I trust the boy," he grumpily got out of the small bathroom as he started his way up the stairs.
"Wait yer not goin' ta kill him!" she appeared defiantly in front of him. Now why would he want to do that to a future rival? He'd have decades of fun torturing the boy. He can't say that out loud to her, she'd through a fit. Wait, he couldn't let her find out about those dead bodies as well.
As he thought of a way for her not to find out, he noticed her hands wave in front of him, "Yer not killin' Iggy Creed, that'd be against the deal."
Now the realization came to him -- he'd use Iggy. He got away from the murders because she attended the frail feral. With the boy always with them, her attention would be split; therefore, he'd get away with more things against 'the deal.'
"Ya left me no choice but ta take 'im Jubilee," he finally answered her as he went right through her.
"Taking the boy with us will be dangerous," another weak argument thrown at him.
"Yeah, but when he tells those X-buddies of yers, they'll come down with reinforcements and I'll never get rid of ya," he turned around and looked at her. She couldn't look at him. Instinctually, he growled, but he didn't know why.
"I know ya want somethin' fer this, and it ain't goin' ta be mass murderin'," she shook her finger at him. He faked being shocked as he leaned against the rail.
Quickly he snapped out of his little production as he gave her a toothy grin. He didn't plan for gaining anything except for rights for future torture, "No matter what happens, I get my claws around the runts neck, none of this 'one kill' crap," he knew this was lenient, even for him -- she'd take it in an instant.
"Alright Creed, but he ain't goin' down that easy," again he growled when she stood up for the runt. Once again she had faith in someone that didn't protect her. He wanted to tell her the horrible things her 'mentor' was doing -- but she'd want to make sure he told the truth; if she ended up looking in his mind again -- it'd probably end in disaster for him and he'd lose control.
"Deal," he sneered out as he banged on the door where Iggy lay, "Boy get ready we're leavin' now," he smelled excitement and shook his head as he headed outside.
A while later, he waited on a rock the rain pouring like a waterfall. He just took a shower too. He sighed as he finally saw Iggy carrying a bag with him.
"Got yer things packed," he asked the eager boy.
"Yes -- I have a hard time hearing you over the noise Uncle 'Creed," The engine was on full blast. Creed smiled as he took the bag from the boy.
"Yah won't be needin' these where we're goin'," he opened the driver side door, threw the bag into the S.U.V and changed gears.
The car blazed forward into the house and on contact -- exploded. The flames built up as the heavens unsuccessfully tried to dowse it.
"All we need is the clothes on our backs on boy -- c'mon we got ground ta make up," he left the stunned kid behind him and after a couple of minutes he heard the boy's following him.
Walking through the door, he noticed how dark it was. He stood for a while to adjust his eyes. He stomped over to the table set up in the dining room and plopped the meat onto the table.
The boy wasn't here. He grew tired of waiting as he took a bite out of the meat.
"Umm, Creed, that ain't cooking," a specter pointed out to him. He did promise he'd cook, but he was hungry now.
"What the boy think he too good fer my style o' cookin'," he took another big bite into the raw meat. When he saw her roll her eyes, he couldn't help but laugh.
She gave out a frustrated sigh, "He's still a little bit too weak, he's upstairs." She floated away from him. Shrugging, he picked up the two pieces of meat and followed behind. Stomping up the stairs, he took another bite of the raw meat. Approaching a door, he saw that Jubilee was nowhere in sight. She was probably inside talking to Iggy.
He leaned against the door to listen in, but instead he tumbled inside due to his overwhelming frame. So he was wrong, Jubilee wasn't here. A boy shot up from the bed and stared at Creed.
Was it fear? Was it hatred? Was it confusion? Creed had his guesses but he smelled all three, "Here," he threw the piece of meat at the boy, landing on the lap. Iggy didn't flinch at the sight or the smell of it, instead he weakly picked it up and took a small bite from it -- so this wasn't the boy's first time eating raw flesh.
After another small bite, the boy put the meat aside, letting it bleed onto the sheets, "Ah yer wastin' some good meat boy." he taunted the youth as he started to walk closer towards him.
Was it fear? Was it relief? Was it Confusion? His senses were once again powered with these emotions, "I saw you kill my father, Uncle 'Tooth."
He stopped midway between the door and to they boy. So the boy was conscious to see the events happening. A mixture of anger and happiness filled the air -- but Creed couldn't pinpoint which started first.
"So..." Creed retorted as he saw the boy trying not to make eye contact with him.
"Thank --"
"Yer lyin' kid, I can smell it," Was it anger? Was it relief? Creed went back towards the door and he leaned on it, "He came at me, I gutted him -- end of story."
The kid didn't answer him in words, but the gasp was all he needed. He empathized with the kid, that only made him smirk, "Yer father had it comin' anyways," he went halfway out the door, "If yer still raw 'bout it, come look fer me -- I'll be waitin'," he slammed the door behind him.
He never felt he could have too many rivals. All these rivals meant only one thing to him -- he'd be on top. He'd be number one out of them all. First, there's the runt -- oh the fun they had together. Then there was the sorry excuse of a feral, Wild Child. He put that feral through hell by ripping out his vocal cords and messing with his lady. Now he'll have little Iggy to play with in the future. Oh how he will have fun torturing that feral also -- if they boy grew up.
He stopped walking midway. If Wolverine ever got his hand on Iggy – they're would be one less feral in the world. Good, but not what he was looking for. No, he wanted Iggy alive.
He walked downstairs to see a very calm Jubilee leaning on the banister.
"We goin' yet Creed," she asked looking at her nails, " 'cause I'll tell Iggy ta call the X-men now if --"
"Didn't I tell ya I'm goin' ta be takin' a shower," he walked through her as he walked towards the downstairs shower.
He barely fit inside the little bathroom, let alone the shower; yet, the caked blood that formed on his hands, back, face, chest and various body parts started to annoy him.
The hot water slid down his body, washing the blood away. Muffled sounds came from above. He perked his ears to hear what it was, and then he realized what his position was -- underneath the room where Iggy recuperated.
Years of being an assassin gave him one trait, able to differentiate words from muffled voices. With his enhanced hearing, this made his job a lot easier.
"Umm...sorry bout that Igster," he heard her apologetic tone. He growled -- what did she expect from him, sympathy?
"It's alright Auntie Lee," He barely heard the boy's reply. He heard some shuffling of blankets and soft footsteps onto the ground, then a collapse.
"Don't move Iggy, ain't goin' ta be good when the X-men get here and --"
"I don't want to go with them, I want to go with you Auntie Lee," where did this boy's bravery come from? Creed contemplated that as a few seconds of water spurting from a lime covered faucet hit his face. He changed the temperature to make it hotter.
"You know I can't take ya, Igster, I'm only goin' ta be like this fer a couple weeks and then what'd Creed do ta ya after --"
"I don't care," he heard sobs emanating from the boy, "then you, me and mama would be together."
The sniffling and sobbing made Creed sick to his stomach. If he were there, he'd slap the boy silly and knock some sense into him.
"I don't see her anymore, Auntie Lee, she left me Auntie Lee, she left me," as the sobs became louder.
"But Creed -- " she weakly tried to argue, but anyone with any sense would know she couldn't. He heard sniffling as he heard the boy get up and go back to the bed.
"He's not so bad, not like father," another sniffle, "at least he gave the meat instead of trying to make me kill a rabbit."
"So you --"
"No Auntie Lee, mama used to bring down table scraps and the like when she was alive -- after that, the rabbits found a way out and I followed to find something else to eat," What kind of rival could this Iggy be? The boy didn't like to kill or eat raw meat. Sure, he'd be able to torture him better, but still he didn't need another weak rival -- like Wild Child.
"Aren't ya mad at Creed for killing yer father -- earlier ya were pretty pissed," anyone with a sense would know she tried grasping for arguments that weren't there. He turned up the heat in his shower as he waited for the reply.
"...No...yes...he told me I can go after him for revenge, but -- "
" -- it ain't what ya want, I getcha kid, yer mama taught ya well," Why did she incite the pacifist side of the boy? "I know Wolvie will help ya get past all that if --"
"He taught you didn't he and look where you are," the boy spoke was what in Creed's mind the exact same second. The shocked gasp from the ghost meant she agreed with both of them.
"I'm sorry Auntie Lee, I didn't mean to upset ya like that, I'm sorry Auntie Lee," the boy started to beg. For shame, he was going a step in the right direction.
"Yer goin' ta the X-men like it or not Igster," her monotone words pierced the boy -- he smelled it, "They'll take care of ya and me n' Creed will do what we gotta ta make me fade -- I hope --"
Silence came from the boy, he smelled anger seep from above, more than when he faced him after he killed his father.
"After I check up on Creed, yer goin' ta call -- please Iggy if not fer me, fer the hopes of yer mother," The smell of anger faded -- replaced with one of solemn defeat. He turned off the shower and dried himself off with a nearby towel. Getting dressed he found a couple negatives if the boy went to the X-men. Now he had to decide between the lesser of two evils.
"Hey Creed, I'm coming in," she gave an impromptu warning before phasing inside the bathroom -- Creed prepared for this moment.
"Just checked up on Iggy, he's set to go, so...what's with the stink eye Creed," from the moment she came in he gave her a look of disapproval.
"Ain't easy decision here, he goes – he spills the beans on our location, and he stays, ya know I'm gonna kill him," he put it out flatly.
With concern in her eyes, he knew she was in a tight spot, "he wouldn't say anythin'," she tried to assure him, but her voice shook with doubt.
Suddenly a violent cough erupted above them. Jubilee floated up as the top half of her body went through the ceiling.
Suddenly, her legs dangling from the ceiling mesmerized him. That prostitute back in Ruth's place did no just to what he saw before him. What a shame that she didn't block because...because...He never got an answer from that couple of days in the cave.
"Creed I told 'im not ta say nothin'," She floated down and looked eye to eye with him -- another opportunity lost.
"Yeah, like I trust the boy," he grumpily got out of the small bathroom as he started his way up the stairs.
"Wait yer not goin' ta kill him!" she appeared defiantly in front of him. Now why would he want to do that to a future rival? He'd have decades of fun torturing the boy. He can't say that out loud to her, she'd through a fit. Wait, he couldn't let her find out about those dead bodies as well.
As he thought of a way for her not to find out, he noticed her hands wave in front of him, "Yer not killin' Iggy Creed, that'd be against the deal."
Now the realization came to him -- he'd use Iggy. He got away from the murders because she attended the frail feral. With the boy always with them, her attention would be split; therefore, he'd get away with more things against 'the deal.'
"Ya left me no choice but ta take 'im Jubilee," he finally answered her as he went right through her.
"Taking the boy with us will be dangerous," another weak argument thrown at him.
"Yeah, but when he tells those X-buddies of yers, they'll come down with reinforcements and I'll never get rid of ya," he turned around and looked at her. She couldn't look at him. Instinctually, he growled, but he didn't know why.
"I know ya want somethin' fer this, and it ain't goin' ta be mass murderin'," she shook her finger at him. He faked being shocked as he leaned against the rail.
Quickly he snapped out of his little production as he gave her a toothy grin. He didn't plan for gaining anything except for rights for future torture, "No matter what happens, I get my claws around the runts neck, none of this 'one kill' crap," he knew this was lenient, even for him -- she'd take it in an instant.
"Alright Creed, but he ain't goin' down that easy," again he growled when she stood up for the runt. Once again she had faith in someone that didn't protect her. He wanted to tell her the horrible things her 'mentor' was doing -- but she'd want to make sure he told the truth; if she ended up looking in his mind again -- it'd probably end in disaster for him and he'd lose control.
"Deal," he sneered out as he banged on the door where Iggy lay, "Boy get ready we're leavin' now," he smelled excitement and shook his head as he headed outside.
A while later, he waited on a rock the rain pouring like a waterfall. He just took a shower too. He sighed as he finally saw Iggy carrying a bag with him.
"Got yer things packed," he asked the eager boy.
"Yes -- I have a hard time hearing you over the noise Uncle 'Creed," The engine was on full blast. Creed smiled as he took the bag from the boy.
"Yah won't be needin' these where we're goin'," he opened the driver side door, threw the bag into the S.U.V and changed gears.
The car blazed forward into the house and on contact -- exploded. The flames built up as the heavens unsuccessfully tried to dowse it.
"All we need is the clothes on our backs on boy -- c'mon we got ground ta make up," he left the stunned kid behind him and after a couple of minutes he heard the boy's following him.