Driving for a couple of hours already, Creed eyelids grew heavy. He knew this feeling of wasted adrenaline would do this to him. Trying to stifle a yawn, he looked up to the mirror. The boy wasn't as pale like a couple of hours ago, but the boy periodically shook.
Needless to say, the boy didn't get to sleep the whole night either.
Next to him, a confused specter periodically checked upon the small boy. Her "comforting" words ceased to appease the boy when all he only replied with a nod and a monotone okay.
She let out a bored sigh as he saw her float out of her seat and sat next to the boy. She gave him a smile before she phased to the trunk of the car.
"Auntie Lee," the boy gave out frantic words as she appeared to the boy once again.
"I just went ta check what's in the trunk Igster," she tried to comfort the boy. The boy blushed as he looked at his feet.
What a touching moment, he'd have to break that up soon, "Anythin' good in there," he yelled to the back.
"Some suitcases filled with clothes, men and woman," she floated over to the passenger seat, "and with you being a reject fer the biker in the village people, ya might consider checkin' those out sometime soon."
Growling, he pulled over to the side of the road as the morning started to bleed into view. He got out of the car, slamming the door as he grumpily walked towards the trunk. He tried opening it, but there seemed to be some resistance. Snarling, he ripped the trunk door open and saw a couple of suitcases in the back.
Ripping one open, he found very lacy lingerie -- like those girls couldn't wear any less, "Hey Jubilee, too bad ya can't fit inta these," he pulled up a bra to show to her.
"Fit into what --," she phased into view from the truck through the backseats. She promptly gave him two middle fingers as she phased back inside. Creed just burst out in cynical laughter as he moved that bag aside and went to the next one.
Ripping the zippers out of their sockets he found a set of clothes that were men, but it didn't look like it fit him. He picked up a tee, size medium. If anything, the shirt would be tight on him. A tight tee on with tight leather pants on -- he shuddered thinking about the possibilities.
Throwing that useless bag aside he opened the last bag and hoped there was something better in this one. Ripping it open, he suddenly furrowed his brow.
The clothes where definitely male oriented, but it was small -- almost like child sized. He remembered the last thing he saw before he stole this car -- a man a size of a child with red eyes peering at him and thanking him.
"Hey Creed ya done -- oh these would look cool on the Igster," the ghost popped up next to him next to him and as quickly popped away.
Shaking those memories off, he looked through the set of clothes shown before him. These clothes would make the boy better looking than him, a look a like biker reject from the "Village People" he couldn't have that. He popped out his claws and prepared to rip the clothes to shreds when he something entered the olfactory sense.
He smelled food cooking over a grill. He sniffed again he pinpointed what type -- meat. So a restaurant started to cook this early in the morning. He confirmed the money inside his pocket.
Having three thousand dollars to spend and not doing so is a travesty. He heard the timid opening of a door as just as timid footsteps approached a good distance where Creed stood. Jubilee suddenly appeared in between them.
"Hey Igster ya wanna check out these digs er what?" she encouraged the boy, but he didn't seemed to enthused about the idea. Infuriated at how long the boy to approach the suitcase he reached in and grabbed some stuff.
"Here put these on, we gotta go," he sniffed the air. Mixed in with the burning flesh of goodness was a scent that he knew too well. He made this scent appear when he entered anywhere to kill someone.
He pulled out a pair of underwear and shot it like a rubber band gun at the already overwhelmed boy, "We can't buy stuff smellin' like piss now can we."
That sentence made Jubilee's eyes beam, "shopping," she whispered with anticipation.
"Ya better help the boy," he suggested as he went to the side of the road and unzipped his pants, "He better be done when I'm done," he yelled out as he started to piss.
"Don't look Igster, c'mon ya got a ex-mallrat helpin' ya out, now --" with a flurry of instructions he heard the changing of clothes. He took this opportunity to whistle a merry jig as his body continued to let out unnecessary waste. He ended his whistling, and with a good shake and zip he turned around.
"Tada," Jubilee made a pose to announce the boy. He wore a cap with the words "hooters" across it. No drooping ears, so the hat probably hid the boy's ears. Instead of the dopey overalls, the boy wore a shirt with the same lettering as the cap. The shorts went down to the boy's ankles as a pair of Nikes adorned the boy's feet.
"Turn Igster," the boy slowly did what he was asked. The first thing Creed noticed was the lack of that Labrador looking tail -- must've been covered up in the pants.
"C'mon boy," he went over to the trunk and slammed it down. The trunk slowly came up. He did it again with the same result. He let loose an angry growl as he tore off the trunk lid and threw it to the side of the road.
Breathing deeply, he noticed the boy's eyes became big as he quickly walked to the back seat door, quickly opening it, and closed the door.
"Real nice Creed," she glared at him and floated into the car.
"Thanks," he gave out a smile and proudly walked to the driver seat, got into the already on car and followed the scent of cooking meat.
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"Uncle 'Tooth, the lady looked at me weird," the boy approached the car with keys in hand. As he heard the footsteps to the driver seat, he put his seat in the upright position.
"Ya interrupted my nap fer that boy," he swiped the keys from the boy through the window, "go inside and distract her now," he ordered the boy. As told, the boy hurriedly went inside the diner.
Grasping the keys in his hands, he headed the way towards the outdoor bathrooms. He growled when he thought of what he was degraded to.
If he was by himself, he would rip into the restaurant, eat all its food and leave with giving a courteous tip -- blowing it up sky high; yet, he didn't have that luxury now.
Included with the other bounties on his head from the government and various people he pissed off, the runt put a ten million dollar bounty on him -- alive. Assassins come in many shape and form, even out here in... He'd have to ask later on.
Reaching the doorknob to the male bathroom, he turned the key and opened the door. The dank smell and the complete darkness made him cringe a little. As he flicked on the light switch he heard the scurrying of hundreds of little insect legs -- damn roaches.
He went over to the sink and had a hard look into the mirror. If he went in the diner like this, he'd have some questionable looks come his way. He turned on the faucet, which made some crunching noises before it dispensed brown water -- he'd wait a while.
The boy better have gotten his order right, steak medium rare and eggs sunny side up. He noticed the water turned into a clear substance. Reluctantly he put his hands underneath, seeing the caked blood wash off. He cupped his hands and a little pool of water formed in them. He splashed it on his face and the blood on it was no more.
He spat out the most garbage tasting water ever as he reached for a napkin to wipe him off. He looked hard into the mirror once again. Biker duds on him gave him an appearance as one -- nothing else.
Walking out of the bathroom he made his way to the entrance, the scent of meat wafting in the air. Opening the door he heard a gentle ring. Eyes flashed on him for a second and then went back to what they were doing. Looking around he saw the boy and Jubilee sitting down on the same bench on the booth talking about something. Growling, he walked over to them.
"Havin' fun there," he intimated the boy to be quiet as Jubilee glared at him. The same routine over and over that he never got tired of, "Ya did order my stuff boy."
Iggy nodded solemnly as Jubilee was about to pipe up to the boy's defense. Creed decided the boy and Jubilee had too much fun talking to each other -- now it was his turn, "Both of ya talkin' behind my back?" he asked as a young, blonde waitress butted in before he got a reply.
"Here you go sir, sirloins medium rare with sunny side up," she put down the plate -- he was pleased, "and for the boy," she put down the bowl and he didn't have to hear it to know what it was, he smelled that filth -- Sugarbombs.
"Everything fine sir," she asked putting up her pad and pencil. He waved her off as he took a bite of the meat. He stared at the piece of waitress behind wiggling away from him -- nice. He heard a small thanks from the boy directed Jubilee as he saw the boy shovel a mouthful in.
"Ya didn't answer my question boy," the boy swallowed hard as the boy's mouth tried to open.
"I'll field this one, ya see --" Jubilee tried to stand up for Iggy, but he just couldn't have that.
"Let the boy answer," he snarled softly to Jubilee. He wanted the boy to answer for many reasons: to intimidate the boy even more, to sense if the boy told the truth and to see if the boy had a voice anymore.
"What I saw when Auntie Lee took over," the boy answered barely above a whisper and not giving eye contact. Creed almost forgot that day, but it did happen -- when Jubilee found out that she could take over the boy. So the boy had the same experience he had when she took over his body.
He took another bite of the meat, "Go on," he ordered with a full mouth.
"I saw you choking Auntie Lee, Uncle 'Tooth," he let out so quickly that he almost didn't hear it -- yet conversations stopped and eyes where on them.
He continued eating, "Yah, so..."
He took another bite of the meat, eyes still on him -- he needed to get the attention away from him, "that was a long time ago," he confirmed with a whisper loud enough for everyone to hear. He heard conversations starting up again so he took another bite of the medium rare meat.
He noticed the boy stir his spoon into the mush of milk and Sugarbombs. He felt the uneasiness the boy had as the boy forced a spoonful down his throat. He smiled when he got a whiff at the boy's nervousness. He knows what he had to do.
"Yeah, ol' Auntie Lee and me first fought when she was a few years older than ya," he bit another chunk out of the meat as the boy continued to stir the mush with the spoon. So he didn't gain his attention yet.
"She hung out with the runt, so I wanted to rip her a new stomach," with a flash, the meat was cut down in half as he took a bite of the steak. The boy looked up with open eyes now. Now gaining the full attention he deserved.
"The runt led her," he pointed to the apparition, but she just pretended to ignore him by putting her finger in her ears and sang out of tune. Creed, in turn, ignored her, "ta be 'good' and have 'honor' and all that crap."
Creed stabbed the meat with the fork he didn't use, "Now I know seein' yer friend right there bein' strangled by me ain't puttin' me in a pretty light, but she got it comin'," he bit into the meat and the fork.
Startled, the boy looked away. Even though Creed didn't say what anything directly to the boy, he knew the message came loud and clear -- stay in your place or feel the consequences.
"Yeah like ya don't get what's comin' ta ya Creed," she pointed at him. Creed stopped eating as the hair on the back of his neck started to stand on end.
She floated over to him got close to his ear, "Ya know I don't appreciate the way ya puttin' fear into the boy -- ya do that anymore, I'll make sure ya comply with the winter clothing line this year."
He growled softly, trying not to make a scene, "Ain't ya want the boy gone - just puttin' him in his place," he gave the boy a wink as he took another bite out of his meat.
"I'm sorry..." the boy started to whimper out. This got his attention; he huffed as a glint of a smirk came out.
"Ya ready to give boy," a part of him didn't want the boy to go. The whole torturing thing focused him and Jubilee away from each other and towards the boy; yet, he liked to get rid of both soon. Since speed outweighed fun, he had no choice.
"I'm sorry..." the boy repeated. Iggy's gaze stuck to the mush.
"Hey, Igster are you okay," she went over to float and tried to comfort the boy.
"I'm sorry..." the boy repeated. Creed started to get annoyed.
He actually looked straight at the boy. The glaze over the boy's eyes -- Iggy wasn't here. When Creed was this young, he didn't remember going this far. What the heck did the father put him through?
"I'm sorry..." the boy repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. Tears welling up in the young feral's eyes. Suddenly, the boys face fell into the mush in the bowl.
Creed instinctually lifted the boy's head out. He growled at the boy's drama. Now they had to go, the attention now on them -- he didn't even get a chance to finish his eggs.
"He ain't strong folks," he tried to calm the situation down. Then he noticed the eyes weren't on them. Was his explanation easily accepted? Carrying the boy (making sure no one found out the boy was a mutant) he started to quickly go to the exit.
The clank of chains crashed loudly on metal. He looked out side and saw something he didn't need right now. Many women in biker gear beating up his car. With another clank and crash, the Camry didn't look like a car anymore.
"Sabretooth, I know you're in there -- come out quietly or else," the blatant bravado of a woman in an eye patch and chains meant only one thing -- some broads are going to get it today.
Creed looked at his surroundings, about seven women dressed in baggy clothes, but all wore the same leather tops. Each woman held a different weapon, but the one holding the chains seemed to be the leader.
"Didn't know the great assassin to carry a kid," the eye patched girl pointed out. He snarled at her confidence.
"Hostage," he quickly thought, "ya gonna to let me pass or ya want the boy to die."
He liked the way he leader reacted. Wiping a cocky smirk off the broads face made him smirk a little. They wouldn't get out of this situation easy -- he hoped.
She looked over to one of the ladies in the back and nodded. He didn't like this at all. He felt his hold on the boy weakening as in a flash the boy flew midair. He heard screams behind him in the diner as things became worse. The still unconscious Iggy flew over to the broad in the back.
"Going as low to make a boy a hostage -- deplorable," she yelled angrily as she started to swing the chain. Creed could take on any, if not all of them, right now, but why not extend the fun?
Charging at the eye patch broad, he swiped down and found his arms became entangled in the chains. He then felt a swift kick to the face, followed by the chains unwrapping around his arm and hitting on his face. The impact would've killed a normal man.
"Ready to give up yet," she asked while she forced the chain out, making it stiff. So the broad could make the chain like a sword, he'd have to look out for that.
"Bring it!" he taunted her as he waited for her turn to charge. Foolishly enough she charged trying to stab him, he easily dodged and grabbed and yanked the chain away from the woman.
To his surprise, the woman jumped in the air over him, "Disperse," he heard her yell as the chains fell from his hands in pieces, "Come," she barked another order as the chains came to her -- through his stomach.
Clutching the newly made wound, he coughed up blood.
"Ten million dollars," she spat to the ground, "Bringing you to justice is its own reward," she lectured him. He didn't need to hear this, but he did hear something stirring the way over by where Iggy was being hold. His moans caught his opponent off guard.
He ran at full speed, spearing his opponent and the woman behind her. They both lay unconscious -- two down, five to go.
"Bastard," another woman yelled out as she produced a machine gun from her pocket. He huffed as he walked forward, bullets going into him. He had enough speed to grab the machine gun and swiped her and the frightened girl next to her -- four down, three to go.
The other two girls looked at each other as they screamed and started to run.
"Is this all you got?" he screamed at the fallen bodies lying around, "rookies," he started to stalk off as he felt an invisible force push him to his car, keeping him there. He forgot about that dumb telekinetic bitch.
"Now I'll get the reward," he felt her push him harder into the car. Weak, the first word that came to his mind, dealing with stronger minds like Chuck and Jean, this portrayal of power seemed like a disgrace. He pushed forward, knowing her limit would come.
He saw her struggle against his might, "Frail, I'll tell ya this once -- ain't no woman goin' ta get me," he pushed a little bit harder as his fist connected with her face -- causing her to fly far and land with full force onto the ground.
He surveyed his damage he created. This was more like it! He looked around; he knew he was missing something.
"Creed, are we goin' or what?" a boyish yell came from the other side. He turned to see the boy waving at him and smiling. This only meant one thing -- Jubilee (once again) took over Iggy's body.
Creed growled and ran over to where Iggy stood, "I got my fill fer today," he ran past the boy as he heard the boy coming quickly behind him.
"Once again, another car wrecked and we have to run," Jubilee in the boy's body sighed as they ran side by side.
Creed only grinned, "at least I got a free meal out of this."