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Sorry that this one kind of... Sucks. It'll get better once the two characters the fiction will focus on begin to compete and fight. This one is crappily short, too. Sorry
Chapter two: He wasn't kidding...
The meeting had broken up. Most of the students avoided Creed like he was the plague. Creed either didn't notice, or didn't care.
Xavier looked at the remaining two, Hank McCoy and Ororo Munroe. "You didn't tell them. That was a smart move." Hank said, shifting his glasses.
"Do you expect me to tell the students that our new recruit killed someone? It wouldn't go over well..." The older man trailed off.
Ororo sighed. "I don't think it will go over well either way. You know how hard it is to keep secrets around this place."
Xavier steepled his fingers again. "I'm just hoping that his entrance will keep Kurt from doing anything stupid..."
Later that day, outside.
Creed was outside, working on his gigantic motorcycle. He was growling for a reason that passerby's didn't know. Suddenly, his nose tingled with sulfer.
BAMF!
Kurt landed on his motorcycle, grinning like at madman. "Guten Tag!" He said enthusiastically.
Creed grunted less enthusiastically. "What'd I tell ya earlier, fuzzball?"
Kurt blinked, his smile slowly fading away. "Eh... I zhought you vere jokingk?"
Creed raised a blonde eyebrow. "Aw. Now I'm gonna feel real bad 'bout doin' this..." He reached out to grab the Elf, who didn't look like he was having any more fun.
The screams of Kurt alarmed Scott, who had been in the garage. With a hand on his glasses, he shouted in an commanding voice. "Creed! Put him down!"
Creed looked over, having the terrified fuzzball in a headlock, with one hand on top of Kurt's head. "Tch. Whadjya gonna do 'bout it, goggle-boy?"
Kurt teleported out of Creed's grasp. Scott lifted his glasses and sent the large teen flying back. "I warned you!" Scott said, knowing that the sound of the blast would have gotten Xavier's attention.
Creed picked himself up slowly, shaking his head. "What the hell are ya? A boyscout? If yer gonna attack me don't use those goddamned low impact blasts."
Scott stepped back a bit, narrowing his eyes. "...That wasn't a low impact blast..."
Creed raised an eyebrow, smiling a bit. He started towards Scott with a loud snarl. "Cut that out!" Someone shouted.
From the institute doors stood an unamused doctor McCoy. "What do you think you're doing!? You're an X-man, now, Creed! You can't act like that!"
"What the hell kinda crap are you sayin'? I didn't even kill the little bastard and this squirt attacks me!"
"You're claiming self defense?! You were going to snap his neck!"
"I warned him!"
Beast snarled, stepping in between the two when Creed took a swipe at Scott. "STOP THIS, NOW!"
Creed glared at Scott. "Not my fault this blow-dried pretty boy tried playin' hero."
"What do you think the X-men are? We're heros! Of course I'm going to play hero!" Scott replied, sneering.
"Really? I thought this was a place where muties like us came T'try an' be normal!" Creed answered.
Beast's eyebrow twitched. This wasn't going to be fun....
---Bayville, an hour later.
The seventeen year old set his beat up backpack down, looking around and sniffing the air. His clothing was ripped, the shirt had some blood on it as well. He sniffed the air, snarling a bit.
"I'm found ya, bub."
The end.
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What?
--Ookami.
Sorry that this one kind of... Sucks. It'll get better once the two characters the fiction will focus on begin to compete and fight. This one is crappily short, too. Sorry
Chapter two: He wasn't kidding...
The meeting had broken up. Most of the students avoided Creed like he was the plague. Creed either didn't notice, or didn't care.
Xavier looked at the remaining two, Hank McCoy and Ororo Munroe. "You didn't tell them. That was a smart move." Hank said, shifting his glasses.
"Do you expect me to tell the students that our new recruit killed someone? It wouldn't go over well..." The older man trailed off.
Ororo sighed. "I don't think it will go over well either way. You know how hard it is to keep secrets around this place."
Xavier steepled his fingers again. "I'm just hoping that his entrance will keep Kurt from doing anything stupid..."
Later that day, outside.
Creed was outside, working on his gigantic motorcycle. He was growling for a reason that passerby's didn't know. Suddenly, his nose tingled with sulfer.
BAMF!
Kurt landed on his motorcycle, grinning like at madman. "Guten Tag!" He said enthusiastically.
Creed grunted less enthusiastically. "What'd I tell ya earlier, fuzzball?"
Kurt blinked, his smile slowly fading away. "Eh... I zhought you vere jokingk?"
Creed raised a blonde eyebrow. "Aw. Now I'm gonna feel real bad 'bout doin' this..." He reached out to grab the Elf, who didn't look like he was having any more fun.
The screams of Kurt alarmed Scott, who had been in the garage. With a hand on his glasses, he shouted in an commanding voice. "Creed! Put him down!"
Creed looked over, having the terrified fuzzball in a headlock, with one hand on top of Kurt's head. "Tch. Whadjya gonna do 'bout it, goggle-boy?"
Kurt teleported out of Creed's grasp. Scott lifted his glasses and sent the large teen flying back. "I warned you!" Scott said, knowing that the sound of the blast would have gotten Xavier's attention.
Creed picked himself up slowly, shaking his head. "What the hell are ya? A boyscout? If yer gonna attack me don't use those goddamned low impact blasts."
Scott stepped back a bit, narrowing his eyes. "...That wasn't a low impact blast..."
Creed raised an eyebrow, smiling a bit. He started towards Scott with a loud snarl. "Cut that out!" Someone shouted.
From the institute doors stood an unamused doctor McCoy. "What do you think you're doing!? You're an X-man, now, Creed! You can't act like that!"
"What the hell kinda crap are you sayin'? I didn't even kill the little bastard and this squirt attacks me!"
"You're claiming self defense?! You were going to snap his neck!"
"I warned him!"
Beast snarled, stepping in between the two when Creed took a swipe at Scott. "STOP THIS, NOW!"
Creed glared at Scott. "Not my fault this blow-dried pretty boy tried playin' hero."
"What do you think the X-men are? We're heros! Of course I'm going to play hero!" Scott replied, sneering.
"Really? I thought this was a place where muties like us came T'try an' be normal!" Creed answered.
Beast's eyebrow twitched. This wasn't going to be fun....
---Bayville, an hour later.
The seventeen year old set his beat up backpack down, looking around and sniffing the air. His clothing was ripped, the shirt had some blood on it as well. He sniffed the air, snarling a bit.
"I'm found ya, bub."
The end.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
What?
--Ookami.