Chapter 16: Graydon.
Time: Eleven thirty in the night.
Place: A house outside of New York.
"Stop it! Let him go!" The teen shouted to no avail. "What do you want with my dad!?"
"Don't worry 'bout him, Pup. It'll all be over soon." Sabertooth crooned, cracking his neck. "You want him T'see this?" Cabertooth asked, the man holding the teenager lifted up a black bag.
"No. Cover his head." Magneto said, the man placed the bag over Young Graydon Creed's head, tieing it around his neck with a thin wire. Graydon found it hard enough to breath, and nearly impossible to speak. "Go ahead, Sabertooth."
Sabertooth laughed, a sickeningly sweet laugh that chilled Graydon's heart. His parents were bound and standing facing the wall, terrified of what was going on. "Hello, Mr. Creed..." Sabertooth said. Graydon flinched.
"I hope you prove entertaining, Mr. Creed... I'd hate for your wife and son to be brought into this." Sabertooth said, grinning. He sent a punch out at Graydon's father's stomach, causing the man to double up on the floor as much as he could. "Where is Thomas?!"
Sabertooth leaned down and cut the tape from the mans mouth. "I... I don't know who you're talking about..."
Sabertooth picked the man up, holding him by the side of the neck. He sent three quick punches to the mans forhead, and then headbutted him twice, the last headbutt sending blood onto the floor. Graydon shuttered as he heard his father scream. "Where is he, you filthy fucking Human!"
Graydon's heart sank each time he heard the "Crack!" of a fist hitting his father, and his fathers scream. It became quiet, he could hear his mother sobbing and his father panting. Sabertooth laughed once again, sending a few punches at the man. The impacts sounded like a fist hitting a plastic bag filled with mud.
Finally, the punches stopped. "I guess he's dead..."
Magneto looked over. "He didn't speak?"
"No. The ol' bastard was tougher than I thought." Sabertooth said, sneering.
Magneto growled. "You fool! He was the only one who knew where Thomas was!"
Sabertooth cracked his neck again. "Sorry, I thought he'd break sooner."
Magneto swore, fitting his helmet in place again. "Damn...."
Graydon shuddered in the clutch of the Acolyte behind him, Magneto looked over. "Oh, don't worry... We were just leaving."
Graydon shivered again. "What the hell is wrong with you people?!"
Magneto just smirked. "You're humans, We're mutants." Sabertooth looked up at this, as if something hadn't gone the way he had planned it. "This is a war, boy." Magneto smiled, and stepped out. Sabertooth quickly looked at Graydon's face, seeing the burn of hatred on it.
Damn! Sabertooth thought. It's too late....
Elsewhere:
Logan glanced at Heather, raising an eyebrow. "You're brother was a what?"
"A medium." She said again. "He could talk with the dead." She explained. "He was in the military when we were in Canada."
"Hm." Logan looked at her again. "Where's he now?"
"Dead." Heather said. "Broken back, and a deep cut on his face."
Logan blinked. "A cut?"
"Three claws." Heather said, forcing a slight smile and moving closer to Logan in the kitchen. She took one of his hands. "Sound familiar? He was a guard at the weapon X facility. Stationed right in the adamantium bonding chamber."
Logan sighed. "...If I'd have known.."
"What, that someone you didn't even know exist was related to some guy? Yeah, you wouldn't have killed him." She said, laughing.
"Why D'you sound happy that he's dead?" Logan asked.
"You think I'd want to be related to someone like him? A mutant hater working for a bunch of freaks that think Mutants are lab rats?" She asked in return.
Logan shook his head slightly. He glanced away from her. "So he could talk to the dead, huh."
"Yeap." She said, yawning. She stood up and started to walk out. Once in the doorway, she turned around. "Logan, I'm really not some twisted bitch looking to avenge her brother."
"Hrm." Logan nodded, wondering how much he could believe that.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, turning and looking for who's hand it was. Logan could have sworn he that there was a third scent in the area. She went off down the hallway, and Logan went for his room soon after.
He got to the door, and reached for the handle. "Logan..?" Someone asked, he turned and looked to the voice.
"Rogue?" He asked. "Whaddaya doin' up?"
"I heard people talkin'." she said, yawning.
"Sorry 'bout that." Logan said, smiling slightly.
"You an' Heather?" She asked, crossing her arms over her stomach.
"Yep." He said, nodding a bit.
She walked towards him. "Logan... There's something wrong with her..."
Logan raised an eyebrow. "You jealous or something."
She rubbed her eyes slightly. "Nah. There's jus' somethin' strange about her."
"C'mon Rogue.." he said. "Yer tired, Y'wanna talk 'bout this in the morn--!" He was cut off as she fell forward, he caught her quickly, smirking. He was careful not to come in contact with her skin, but he picked her up and started going back to the room she shared with Kitty.
He opened the door quietly and came in, setting Rogue down onto her bed and walking to the door, glancing over his shoulder at her and smirking a bit. He went to his room, ploped down onto the bed, and fell into the sleep he almost never gets.
The end.
Of the chapter, chill. Yes, that was Graydon Creed of the Friends of Humanity. Forshadowing much? Sankyuu for reading.
R&Rm pwease. Like before, things might start making some sense and coming together.
Or will they...? shifty eyes
--Ookami.