So that's where he remembered him. She used to hang out with the guy a long time ago. He had no face back then, that much he remembered.

"What happened ta yer face frail, got enough money fer plastic surgery," he taunted the mishap of a man that stood in front of him. A blur passed in front of his eyes, suddenly he realized – how did this mishap sneak up on him without him noticing?

The mishap's unnatural lips were still full of apathy, as the flames subsided, At least one low blow before I kill ya mate, the mishap stood there in a fighting stance. Did the travesty of human form really think he had a chance against him?

So Creed began to charge at the twisted malformed existence, he didn't have time to deal with this nuisance. He popped his claws out and when he saw the cracked parts of those lips, he swiped down only to get nothing. Suddenly, he felt pain in his stomach, the force almost knocked the wind out of him.

Clutching his stomach with one had, he looked forward to see that the man called Jono wasn't in front of him.

Right here bloke, the thick English accent pounded in his head. He growled as he turned around suddenly to see the mishap in a fight stance to the side of him. How'd he get there and why isn't he fighting with the flames that once swirled around him.

Wot thought of I'd waste me flames on a sorry bloke like yourself, well ya asked for it, the frail opened his mouth and a psionic flame erupted from it. Creed almost didn't dodge in time, the tip of his elbow burned being proof. He didn't see the frail in front of him. He quickly scanned the area and sniffed the air – the frail was right behind him.

With quick reflexes he swept the frail behind him, hearing a satisfying thud on the grass. He used this opportunity to jump from his crouched position behind him, raking his claws through the abomination.

"Creed," he heard her call out to him. Her tone wasn't a mad one (much to his surprise). Was that concern he heard? That's when he felt the burning at the edge of his fingers – revealing only his adamantium skeletal frame and the smell of cooked flesh.

Agonizing in pain, he clutched his hands as he yowled in pain. He growled as he looked over to his opponent popping up to his feet. Blood didn't drip from the ripped flesh, but psionic flames. The scars that he created started to heal. Creed didn't know what to make of this, but he knew that if he didn't get rid of this frail fast, his whole chance of getting files on he greatest rival would be ruined.

You sick freak, you think with her voice, he heard him yell in his head once again. At first it caught him off guard. 'Her voice' what the hell was he talking about? Then he realized that when he heard her call out to him – the mishap read his mind. So from what he could tell this abomination could sense his thoughts, talk in his head, go real fast, burst flames from his body and heal his wounds – great.

"Well, I did hear her last words when I killed her," he vocally taunted the frail, hoping that it had an effect. He looked over where Jubilee floated and she seemed too involved with the frail rather than what she said. Just like he predicted the boy started to become engulfed in flames and then he saw a pretty horrific site – if he wasn't him. The frail's mouth started to melt off as flames started to erupt from his chest.

Why you... he heard the rage reverberate in his head. His plan worked, but was it for the better? He saw a huge flame beam coming towards him and he had to do something drastic. He jumped into the cold river as he saw the flames start to destroy the foliage that helped him hide.

He knew if he went up to get air he'd get blasted. He made a mental note – don't growl underwater, it wastes air. He felt his cells pop as he stayed down there for a good couple of minutes. No! the abomination wouldn't get the upper hand on him, he'd find a way to get through this, then he'll get into the Weapon X compound, steal some information about the runt. After that, he'd go on this annoying quest with the boy and the specter, and then finally he'd be free.

His insatiable pride concocted a plan. He saw his opponent become impatient as the flames started to flare up. Finally, he saw a beam head straight for the water. He didn't try this trick for a long time, and though his adamantium frame would be added weight this should work. Making sure that his feet touched the soft mud floor; he waited for the best possible second to rise.

Now...

He pushed as hard as he flew out of the water with a growl and ready to strike. The unsuspecting sap wasn't prepared as the force of his jump and his fist connected with the right side of the his opponents face. He felt the burning for an instant, and then suddenly became nothing.

He looked at his knuckles starting to knit the flesh back together. He looked down at his fallen opponent – damn that took a while. He wanted to get the reaction on her face, so he looked up to see her pointing at him as she tried to say something.

But her words fell of deaf ears as he felt pain engulf his entire body as he fell down to the ground – his muscles spasms went at an alarming rate and making him almost pass out.
Blinking to fight to stay conscious he looked up at the cloudy sky, a familiar face came into the frame.

"Jackson..." the words barely escaped his lips as everything started to get dark.

"Welcome back Victor," the last things he heard before the darkness took over for the second time this month – what a slow month.

A few seconds of complete and total darkness, he tried to flutter his eyes and pain greeted him throughout his body, but he knew she was with him. He didn't have to open his eyes or smell the air, he just knew.

"Creed, this ain't good," she worriedly told him as he finally got a chance to smell the air. The sterile place annoyed his senses. He knew he was bolted down, when he tried to resist he felt the cold metal grate against his skin – at least it didn't have electro-sensors like last time he was with the program.

He tried to talk, to give a witty remark to Jubilee, but his lips didn't move. He looked down to see a clunky piece of machinery surrounded his mouth. So they put a muzzle on him – nothing new.

Actually, being trapped within the Weapon X compound wasn't new for him. In the back of his mind he sort of expected it. He's been a prisoner of war so many times that he lost count, but he's escaped from all those situations before.

"They got ya trapped way at the bottom of this place, if ya go outside sensor's will pick ya up – and its voice activated ta get out of here," she gave him the stats of the area as he acknowledged everything she said with a nod. So they became cautious of their activities this time.

"You've been out fer a couple of hours Creed, and since Jono can read yer mind I didn't want ta take over and hear me in yer thoughts," she explained. So that's the reason why she didn't take over his body. Why'd she care about that 'bloke' so much – to give him that sort of consideration at least?

"I know what yer thinkin', if ya want to know why I care 'bout Jono's mental health then nod," she let out an exasperated sigh as she put her fingers on her forehead. He nodded as there wasn't that much to do anyway.

"Jono was a good bud of mine, he was there when things started to go downhill all those years ago," he noticed the girl look up in the ceiling as she had nothing to say for a while, "when I came back one day from being from the depths of hell, I found out he just left – I knew the people around me knew where he was but they wouldn't tell me."

If she could pound her fist on the cold metallic table in font of him, she'd probably break it. Instead her hand phased right through it, he didn't have to smell the air to know that her frustration was building.

"Next time I saw him, his face was whole not like that trash ya saw today, but that was a couple of years ago," she gave out another sigh as he became enthralled at what the connection was with his opponent, "I was alone that day and when he came to me he said he wasn't Chamber anymore, but Torque and he gave me two options, be a part of Weapon X or die," he saw the anguish on her face. Normally he'd like it, but at this particular moment he felt indifferent.

"That was one hell of a battle, but the others came ta save me and as he slinked away he promised that I'd join this program – but that was a couple of years ago," she looked at him with eyes that couldn't cry, but as quickly as he noticed that she looked at him at concern.

She gave him a haphazard smile, "I know what yer thinkin' now – why won't this girl shut up," that wasn't what he was thinking, but it should be. He forced his eyes to turn into a glare as she stood up as her pride came back to her.

"When ya think of a way out of here just ask why – It won't be out of character fer ya ta taunt him about his feelings fer me, but he shouldn't be someone ya push too hard" she looked at him with complete seriousness. So Jono wanted Jubilee in Weapon X. He tried to figure out how things would've changed if Jubilee went to Weapon X.

She'd lose her smile...

Those were the first words that popped up in his head. He shook his head violently to get those thoughts out of his head. He's an assassin that tore up a lot more bodies than days of the week, and all he could think about in his psychotic twisted head of his was her smile.

"Ya ready, the greetin' party is here," she piped up making him make eye contact with her. He heard footsteps coming towards him. Jubilee heard it too because she phased through the door and came back to him.

"That guy ya called Jackson is comin' this way – alone," she appeared in front of him to tell him the news. So he'd be tortured by Jackson this time – how fun, "Oh, If ya cared, Igster is fine hidin' in the foliage – I'm goin' ta check up on 'im – ya can take care of this." She tried to encourage him as a tugging of something made him a little uncomfortable – he never felt this before – so he didn't know how to react.

"Take care Creed, I'll be back soon," she suddenly disappeared from his sight. He felt a growl arise from his throat as the door opened and the girl was right – Jackson stood before him.

"Victor, good to see you awake," the weasel started, "our agents tracking you haven't lost their tabs about you in the past month – it'll be like old times. I torture you to give me information – you scream like a bitch, you know the drill."

Creed grimaced as he felt electrodes going through his body as her words echoed in his head.

Take Care...

As the electricity coursed through his body, killing off cells left and right (and his healing factor regenerating them) he gritted his teeth and took the pain. This pipsqueak wouldn't make him scream, not before! Not now!

The electricity stopped as he smelled the burned flesh and hair go to his senses – not like this was his first time going through this.

"Now Victor, we don't know how you found this base, we've been operating here for around three years now and no one has even searched here. So how did you find it?" Jackson asked with a smile on his face. He smelled the pride oozing off his tormentor – this almost made him gag.

"Oh that's right you can't talk at the moment, since you know the muzzle thing," Jackson walked up to him and knocked on the metal muzzle on him. Creed just fought to have an opportunity to scratch him – success.

"My leg, now I have to get that fixed," He saw the farce anger portrayed as he once again felt the electricity running throughout his body like an outlet. If anyone knew how much he could endure – torture wise – it's probably Jackson. For now, they probably wanted him alive. He grit his teeth once again as the pain got worse.

Take care...

The words echoed in his mind once again. His eyes looked around, but saw nothing but the sadistic man torturing him. Jubilee said she'd be back soon, so why was she taking so long?

"Try that stunt again Victor, then maybe I won't go so easy," Agent Jackson warned as he took something out of his pouch. Creed automatically recognized it, an image inducer. He wore one way back then when he tried to be "better."

Agent Jackson clasped it onto his forehead – rather delicately actually. He knew that wearing this would mean no electricity running through his body.

"So I ask you again Victor," Agent Jackson started the interrogation rather proudly, "how'd you find out about this base."

Creed visualized the reasons that he got here carefully. If he thought of the boy, then that variable for escape would be ruined. So he thought of the last couple minutes of his consciousness. He made a picture of that guy named Jono and him fighting through the woods. He always prized his imagination.

He saw Jackson have a grim expression on his face but in an instant changed back to a regular smug look, "Ah so Torque led you here, I should be angry, but as of recently we needed new recruits – or in your case – experienced alumni."

Creed knew what this meant. Once again, the only options of his freedom were: work with them or die. Since dying wasn't the option at the moment, he'd work with them – and steal anything he could.

Jackson took the image inducer off his head as he went and sat down on the cold table next to him, "Well that was easier than expected, what happened to the Creed that wouldn't say a word till the end?" a disappointed look spread over his tormentor's face.

Like he wanted to please that weasel.

Take care...

The words echoed in his head again. As he felt the electricity run through his body once again. He barely got a chance to look at what triggered it. So the weasel had a remote control. He kept that in mind.

"This'll get you nice in weak till Torque comes in here and puts some mind blocks for me," with that he saw the man leave without turning off the electricity. If he could curse his luck, he would – but instead he focused on the pain that ran throughout his body.

Take care...

Her voice came through in his mind. He felt somewhat calm when hearing them. No, he didn't care about what Jubilee said to him. The pain came back twenty fold. He tried to yowl in pain, but it stayed within his throat.

Take care...

She wasn't here; he looked around for her through his pain. He shouldn't care – He didn't care. He wanted to get rid of her. Besides, there might be an assignment to that dealt with supernatural crap. His thoughts became interrupted as the pain racked his body – it seemed like the good Jackson liked to up the wattage.

Take care...

The voice became stronger in his mind, but this time the boy's voice echoed along with it. He focused on their voice and on their presence. She would always be tied to him if she tried to escape and the boy wouldn't leave her. Her and the boy wouldn't escape from him, wouldn't leave him. Though the electricity ran throughout his body, he focused on the things that he would teach the boy and how he'd annoy Jubilee. If a smile could come out of a muzzle...

He knew minutes passed, and he knew that at the level of electricity he'd been going through – he should've been dead or unconscious – yet he was neither. The electricity stopped suddenly as the door opened.

Thirty minutes of shock therapy, that couldn't kill ya know mate – that'll be my job, the telepathic voice came into his mind. So this is the Jono that Jubilee was so fond of. It'll be fun making the boy insane. A smirk came over his face as he grimaced for anything they threw at him.