Padded
with a type of fiber that cushioned and bended, the cell's
artificial light glared off his black uniform from the old days.
Sweat dripped from his brow as he heaved up and down carefully. He
leaned back against the wall and slowly sat down, pondering his 'new'
feelings.
The urge to kill Agent Jackson faded away in his
mind. He remembered that he wanted to kill him and worse; yet, now he
couldn't grasp that concept.
This is where he belongs. Just
another lap dog for the government or whoever's sponsoring this
compound – it didn't matter. He looked at the walls in front of
him and sighed, he scratched it with his claws only to see the rubber
padding form back to its original state.
The words that were
going through his mind weren't the ones that Jubilee encouraged him
to be. He cringed at the thought of her. Why did he feel like this?
He recollected what happened only a few minutes ago.
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"Aww the little firemouth is tryin' ta get me ta go be a dog like 'im," Sabretooth huffed as he struggled at his bounds. The muzzle now off, he taunted Torque to no end and talking crap about someone felt so good. Struggling once again against his bounds, he knew that he couldn't escape this way, but to escape one had to incite fear – and starting now wouldn't be a problem.
Shut up, he got a simple reply from the frail. Creed sneered at the boy trying to plot his words like a chess set.
"Still mad about me beatin' the crap out of ya," Creed feigned sympathy as a toothy grin came over his face. The tactic he wanted to play worked most of the time. Hurt the other guy's pride enough so he takes it upon himself to gain it back – Creed killed many people that way.
Nah, just gives me another chance to do something much more worse than what you did to the gel, the frail didn't have to have any expressions, but Creed could tell the frail smirked at the situation.
"Worse than the jacked up plastic surgery they call yer head," Creed mocked warily as he spat onto the ground. The electricity that went throughout his body died down for quite a while now, but he felt the jolts hit certain places on his body. He grimaced as he once again went over his creed:
He'd get out, no matter what this boy did to him mentally.
Hell, even the great Professor X tried to help him – didn't stop him from killing.
So let's check out wot's in that psychotic head of yers, the frail announced when he felt his mind being intruded on. After years of having this happen, he learned a trick or two.
Mental shields, the more fun it is to break 'em mate, Torque warned as he felt the intrusion go further into his mind. Creed didn't know what the frail was looking for, but it didn't take a scientist to figure out that this was personal rather than business.
If the frail had a face, he swore the frail became shocked when he saw the images in his mind. Maybe the boy hit a spot where he killed certain people – that couldn't be it since this man in front of him probably was an assassin also. So what shocked this 'bloke' to make him clutch his head and stumble backwards?
"Saw somethin' ya weren't prepared for," Creed's toothy grin became wider – so the torture began now. Suddenly he felt flames around his right arm. Yowling in pain he saw the second degree burn marks trying to heal it. The frail ran over to him and jabbed him in the stomach, causing Creed to let out an exasperated breath.
Where is she!? he heard him yell into his mind, I know you got her somewhere where is she!? the wrath in his voice almost hurt his head – almost.
"Who are you talkin' bout frail – I killed a lot of females in –"
Jubilee, you freak where is she!? Creed didn't have time to finish his taunt, due to the anger he instilled in the frail. Calling upon his memory he tried remembered something a couple of weeks ago.
"I killed her simple as that, the runt didn't save her -- didn't ya go to her funeral, and see that runt sufferin' – oh wait were ya too busy bein' all angsty ta visit?" He let loose the question as he felt another burning sensation on his left arm. Yowling in pain he couldn't do anything but wait for that part of his body to heal. He saw the frail wobble as the frail went over to the medical table to help him gain leverage.
She could've taken ya, I know she could've, Now the frail started to spout out words in his head that he didn't quite care about. He hurt him where it mattered the most – who was he not to follow up?
"Didn't seem like it when her guts fell ta the –"Creed now felt his arm that just recuperated flame up again. This Jono fellow got angry a little too much. As it sounded to him from what Jubilee told him, they were just friends – yet this guy acted like...
I knew her, she told me everything, I saw her powers grow – at this very base...
Jubilee...part of Weapon X?
"Well
does it look like she's here yappin' away about how she kicked my
ass," he growled through his clenched teeth. She didn't say
anything about a stay at Weapon X – he had to be lying – to get
into his head.
You musta done something to her, she messed
up Kyle in a training session, he heard the telepath's mind travel
and Creed ended up picking up on those thoughts. That miserable
excuse of a feral still works here? Oh what fun it would be torturing
him like he's torturing this frail now; however, from Torque's
story, it seems Jubilee got to the torturing first before him, he'd
have to hear the story from her – if this was true.
"If ya
mean slice her stomach in half – then ya I did something," Creed
let out soft chuckle at his own witty remark. He knew she didn't mind
bringing up her death -- besides she wasn't here for the moment. Once
again he was rewarded with a burning sensation on his left leg. As he
felt all his appendages hurting and trying to recover from the burns
he saw the telepath look down on the floor.
You're sick
Victor, the telepath finally let out angrily as Creed felt his mind
being intruded on once again – this time he knew what this was
about and had to focus on not letting it take over
completely.
Jackson wants to keep you around, fine by me –
saves me the trouble of finding you when you piss him off. Creed
knew what to do in this situation – since mind blocks have been put
in his mind so many times. So he had to keep a part of himself
hidden, while most of it becomes erased. He feigned struggling as one
thought kept him from forgetting to hate Agent Jackson.
"Like
ya can kill me frail!" he taunted after feeling the mind block put
in place. That was one mind block set in place and there were
probably more coming his way. He had to just stay focus that's all
and pissing off someone made him more focused than ever. The response
he got from the telepath reaffirmed his thought that kept him able to
kill Jackson.
If the frail could seethe out hatred, Creed knew
he would. Now Creed prepared for the backlash, but nothing came as he
heard a mental sigh as the frail sat upon the medical table looking
at him – like how a kid would try to configure a rubix cube.
Did
she want to die that badly? the statement made Creed lose
concentration for a second. He remembered the words that Jubilee
gave him that time. How would the sorry excuse for a telepath know
the reason she didn't block.
"Yeah well, join the club of failures in her life," he verbally interjected and he knew she had many. Once again he braced for one of his limbs becoming a living torch, but the retribution didn't come.
She wanted to be stronger and I helped her. Unlike those bastards back there always being the selfish whores they are, the unemotional being ignored his comments, but that didn't matter. He agreed with the point the frail brought up – and when did he suddenly become the listening ear? Better question, why did he want to become the listening ear that wanted to know the truth?
"If this is yer knew way of torturin' me, I'd rather go back becoming a barbeque," Creed verbally told the frail. This action would lead to two places, either the frail would keep going or he'd take his offer and the electricity would run through his body. Either way, he held firm in his hatred and tried not thinking about her.
On our first mission, we supposed to kill these two humans – she was all into it, till we actually saw 'em. Two kids, she freaked out leaving me to do the dirty work, the frail continued as he once again was ignored. He noticed the frail didn't exactly jump for joy about killing (like how he would).
"Killin' little children now – good fer ya – become more like me," he saw the frail flinch, but do nothing about it. Either the frail didn't care or he wanted his story to be told first – then retribution later.
She went back to the people that betrayed her, tellin' 'em lies about what went on – and they stupidly believed her. I had to go track her down and bring 'er back but she looked me in the eye an' said 'ain't goin' back' yeah, that sounded like something she would say. Creed now decided to not say anything anymore – let the frail finish with his story. Then he'd come back with a witty retort that will help him concentrate on hating.
Before I can take her in, all beat up and such, she asked me a question 'I'm not goin' back, you know they'll torture me – why don't ya kill me? Torque continued as he heard the him give out a heavy sigh. He didn't care what he spewed into his mind – he'd still have his mind on hatred, getting out – except this information could be useful when he got out...
I wouldn't let that happen, I l...liked her too much to let that happen, but she wanted to die that day – she couldn't hide anything from me, Torque left him on a cliffhanger as some of the focus went to the next statement that would go off in his head – he could do both.
I would've taken care of her, been there for her – the whole bloody lot – last thoughts before those x-bastards came were, 'I can smile fer everyone Jono, but not ta ya, Something wasn't right with his statement, something that filled him with a feeling that was like dread, but worse.
I see in your thoughts, Victor, that she's smiling a lot, well, that mean I know she's dead – because she couldn't smile at me, the frail let out a sigh before he continued. 'What did he mean?', he almost blurted out, she couldn't smile for unredeemable monsters like ourselves...
Torque trailed off as outbursts that he never thought would happen ran through his head. Jubilee smiled for him and she knew more about him than anyone. Unless...
How can you grasp a smile that wasn't meant for you? the man in black poetically spouted off. Was she even real? No, she had to be real! She argued with him, laughed at him, smiled at him...cared for him – she had to be because he started to...
Now let's get those mental blocks up shall we, the telepath intruded on his mind and he couldn't fight it. He lost the hatred that kept him focused, and in turn gained a sense of shame and doubt.
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The
experience left him in this padded cell, now looking out into the
space that wasn't there.
What was he thinking? He couldn't
be serious about caring about the way she died. She died – that's
it.
She wouldn't be hanging around you if she died on her
own...
The thought flashed in his mind as he tried to claw at
the wall again – only it reshaping before his eyes. He sneered at
something he couldn't tear down.
Who even said it was her?
One enemy or another could've made this whole beginning at the start
-- her death triggering the events. She just could be an implant in
his mind to stop him from killing or worse – lead him to this
compound.
His head hurt from the thoughts crashing in his
head. She wouldn't smile for monsters, that's what Torque told
him and even though he was in extreme amounts of pain, he didn't
smell the guy lie once.
Trusting something his senses rather
than hope in his memories became rather good right now...
She
once told him that he wanted to be his 'conscious' not his
'conscience.' Usually when someone hallucinates something, it
projects something that he or she wants (thank goodness for CIA
training). Even though he didn't want to admit it, he felt all
these new feelings when she came around, but she wasn't a real
ghost – but his hallucinations – Torque proved that to him. He
slashed at the wall at his frustration – only to see it form back
to it's original form.
"Creed," he heard a far off
distant voice call his name – her voice. No, did they think
torturing him this way would make him comply? He didn't want to
hear it. He tried drowning out the voice by slashing the wall and
growling at the unchanging enemy in front of him.
"Creed,"
the voice got louder, meaning it was closer. He slashed harder – he
was Sabretooth, the greatest serial killer villain of all time. He
couldn't feel anything but the euphoria that came over his body
after killing someone. He didn't care for the boy and want him to
grow up stronger. He didn't care for Jubilee and her smile. His
purpose in life wasn't to find a way to get rid of her.
He
wasn't Creed or "Uncle 'Tooth." – just Sabretooth.
He
slashed downward, stopping to see her face phase through the wall in
front of him. His hallucination looked worried as she fully appeared
in front of him, "Yer a hard man ta find Creed, so ya figured out a
way ta get out of here."
She had faith in him to get out of
here – well at least his hallucination did, "No what's it ta
ya." He gruffly replied as he turned away from her.
"Gee,
what the electricity kill, all yer brain cells or somethin'," she
teased him as he made certain to look away.
"Yer not real,
just a hallucination in my mind," he repeated this thought out
loud. She suddenly appeared in front of his face – the furrow in
her brow – he saw it before he killed her.
"Whoa whoa,
didn't we just discuss that like five billion panels ago," she
exaggerated the truth. He knew that she'd use the comic book
analogy – reports told him she liked them; yet, this was far from a
comic book.
"Okay ya saw me control ya, control the boy, ya
gained some of my memories --," she went to list the reasons why
she was real, but he could counteract those points easily.
"Ya
heard of mind implants, yer precious Wolvie got 'em – why am I
arguin' with somethin' that ain't there," he finally tried to
slash it down physically – only to slash air and received "her"
rolling "her" eyes at him.
He heard her verbally sigh as
he heard her mumble about two steps forward and one step backwards,
"So where d'ya get off thinkin' that I'm a 'hallucination'
ya ain't one that is brainwashed often?" Only his mind would know
about that information.
Creed could only laugh at the
situation, a portion of his mind argued with him about his sanity –
he, the "psychotic Sabretooth."
"The real you couldn't
smile for unredeemable monsters, that's how the flamin' frail put
it – now – don't ya --," he looked around to see the
hallucination was gone – Nothing more, just him, the cell and
padded walls. He got rid of the hallucination – why wasn't he
happy about it.
...Because in the back of him mind, he wanted
it to be a lie – what Torque said – that his mind was his only
savior...
...And someone other than himself saw something more
in him than 'Sabretooth' the psychotic killer...