AN: I'm currently rewriting this story. There won't be any massive changes, I just want to work a little on describing things better and getting rid of some flaws. The biggest flaw being of course that Victor Creed is not a canine feral, but a feline feral. However, I won't change that, because if I do, I will have to change the title of this story and also the follow up story called "Little Whelp".
So we are just gonna have to work with that flaw :-)
This story will start out as "rated T" but it will go up. This Victor Creed is a little darker than the one in my ''Diamonds are forever" story.
Chapter 1: Meet the boss
Victor stared the little man down. "You better fix this Stryker. Or I will rip out your goddamn throat" he growled in Stryker's face. "I'll make it nice and slow you slimy son of a bitch". Victor Creed somehow managed to be a lot scarier when he was growling quietly near your face instead of screaming right into it.
It actually made Stryker wish Victor was screaming, ranting, roaring, anything. Because this silent, intense version of Victor Creed, with eyes black as night, was a lot scarier than a roaring Victor who smashed every object in the room until all that was left was the actual room.
Victor held the colonel by his throat against the wall, only just loose enough for him to breathe, but dangling at least two feet above the floor. They were on the first floor of the Brotherhood base. Inside the medical lab where James Logan was strapped down on a table, weakened and dying thanks to the adamantium that had been injected into his bones thirty years ago.
"Vic... I mean... mister Creed… please, you have to believe me!" the old man gasped as he almost choked on Victor's grip "There is nothing I can do for Logan! The adamantium has been poisoning him and we cannot operate because of his healing factor. His memories, well, they won't come back unless the bullets are out and again, we cannot operate on him. We didn't know this when we-"
At this, Victor roared violently in the little man's face. The idea of his brother not being able to return to him was unacceptable.
"You put those bullets in there. You find a way to get them out. Same goes for the adamantium, you useless piece of shit".
"Boss, he ain't no use if he's dead" Toad tried to settle between them.
Creed instantly dropped the colonel to the floor and turned around.
"He ain't no fucking use to me now" Victor barked.
"Please… mister Creed" the ex-military man pleaded for his life, eyes filled with tears that mostly meant that he was scared for his own life.
Creed slowly turned around and looked down at Stryker with much disgust in his eyes. For a few seconds he closed his eyes as he gathered his thoughts and cracked his neck.
Victor inhaled deeply and spoke softly again "I will make you wish for something as sweet as death… You will suffer… I will break you. If you do not fix him, I will eat your fucking guts out, you mutant hating scum. So you better think of something, or someone who can take out these bullets and this poisoning adamantium of yours. Because trust me, your death will be my slowest kill in history".
Stryker coughed and gasped for air from his position on the ground, letting the words sink in as he thought about Victor's bloodlust and how much torture he would have to endure if he wouldn't fix his brother.
"There… there might be… a way, there's a chance that maybe-"
"Fucking spill it Stryker" Victor growled "Or my claws will be digging into that brain of yours before the night's over".
"I know of a mutant… she has this power…" Stryker coughed once more, spat out some blood and looked Creed in the eyes "She can absorb pain and injuries. I'm not sure how she has developed her powers though. I've not seen her in years. But she might have a chance of curing Logan".
Creed looked down at Stryker in disgust and cocked a brow "You scumbag" he spat out "This mutant… She was one of your captives for that fucking project X, wasn't she?".
"Something like that" Stryker mumbled, feeling ashamed enough to look away from Creed.
Victor scoffed and slowly nodded as he eyed Stryker up and down. There wasn't a human in the world that Victor respected less than Stryker.
"Tell me everything you know about her" he demanded "Also, stand the fuck up and stop coughing blood onto my floor".
Stryker swallowed hard, grasping at the wall as he pulled himself to a standing position "Her powers take away pain and injuries" Stryker said as he stumbled a bit "She absorbs them after which she is weakened for only a little while because she has a healing factor, just like you and Logan. Once she has recovered from the injuries, she can just do it again, absorbing more pain and injuries. Eventually the subject, I mean your brother, will completely heal. Maybe she can absorb the poisoning adamantium and the bullets in his brain. She won't die from it".
Creed scoffed loudly "And why the fuck would I care if she did die from it?".
Stryker cringed "I just mean to say, you will need her to use her powers on Logan more than once, so you need her alive. The healthier she is, the more she can absorb".
Victor narrowed his eyes at Stryker "So where do I find this broad?".
"I'm not sure, her name is Amy but she doesn't use it I think. She goes by her mutant name which is Ylva. Last name is Aleksandrov".
Victor cocked another brow "She Russian or something?".
Stryker blinked several times and nodded nervously "I believe her mother was, she goes by her last name now. She's a concert pianist and music teacher. Last time I checked she worked for the New York State Theater".
Victor wondered why on earth Stryker would know so much personal information about this random mutant. Knowing about her mutations, her powers and even which town or city she was from was one thing. Knowing that she changed her name and what her occupation was, was another.
He didn't care what their history was though. The only thing that mattered now was his little brother.
"Well, if your information is correct, this little bird won't be hard to find. Well done Stryker, guess you get to live just a little bit longer" Victor replied with an evil grin on his face, still very much set on killing off Stryker as soon as he wasn't needed any longer.
"But there is one problem" Stryker reluctantly admitted, not sure how Victor would take this next bit of information "Her DNA… is spliced with specific wolf DNA. Which means… she is a canine feral. Like you".
Victor's eyes flashed in anger. The big feral mutant slowly cocked his head to one side, curling his lip in an angry snarl.
"And why the fuck would that be a problem Stryker?".
For a second there, Victor thought Stryker had the guts to insult his mutant DNA. Feral mutants were the top of the evolution scale according to Victor Creed. With the keenest senses of all mutants. Acute hearing and eyesight, extreme physical strength, speed, reflexes and agility. Not to mention the enhanced stamina and crazed healing factor.
Mystique quickly pulled him aside to explain more thoroughly, before Victor would give into his bloodlust, tearing Stryker into pieces for possibly insulting his feral DNA.
"Boss, have you ever met a female feral?" she asked him "Not just any feral but an actual feral from the canine subclass? A mutant of your own kind. Descendant from wolfs and with a big ass healing factor and-"
"No, where the fuck would I run into one of those?" Victor cut her off "Didn't even know broads like that existed. I thought ferals were all men".
"The women are very rare. They hide to survive".
Victor made face "Where the fuck from? If they are feral mutants then they have killer instincts and they are physically stronger than anyone else. Besides, with a healing factor like ours, where the fuck would you hide from?".
Mystique sighed and let out a slow breath, contemplating how to say the next bit.
"From male ferals. Like you, Victor. Ferals are easily provoked and extremely territorial. The females usually hide from male ferals because the males cannot help themselves around them. Apparently something in their scent drives you guys absolutely nuts. Makes you guys wanna mate with them, claim them and mark them for life. If anyone as much as looks at your marked feral mate, you'll go nuts on bloodlust" she explained most seriously to Creed.
Creed scoffed and shook his head, obviously not taking the shape shifter serious.
"That's some bullshit if I ever heard any Myst. Besides, I get around with frails more than enough not to be tempted by some random female feral that's just here to heal my brother".
"Oh, you mean those crying women that always end up broken?" Mystique asked mockingly.
"Yeah those. I like it when they scream, you got a problem with that?".
The blue shape shifter chuckled "Beats me, just saying: this is something else".
He shrugged "Don't worry, I have no problem controlling myself around some little bitch who's here to heal my brother. I won't lay one finger on her since I obviously need her as healthy as possible to heal Jimmy. Besides, after she's healed him, I can do whatever the fuck I want with her. But marking her for life… Monogamy and shit? I don't think so. Send Toad and Quicksilver to find the broad. Let them take a jet and make them hurry the fuck up. I don't want Jimmy weakened any more than he is now. She can't be hard to find; weird fucking name and a weird fucking occupation".
AN: Hope you like it!