Willy was by nature easily shaken.
Therefore when the door to his bar was ripped from it hinges and sent spiraling across the open room to decapitate a rather ugly Valos demon Willy started to get concerned.
"Willy."
Looking up at the seven foot four hulk before him, Willy managed to swallow past the basketball in his throat before accepting the fact the monster wanted him. "No Habla Engles." He managed to squeak out as the hulk sat down at the bar and still managed to tower over the bartender.
Grinning at the short man, Victor Creed leaned on the bar and rested his chin on an oversized hand. "I hear you're rather attached to your limbs." He commented and smiled at the pale color the human turned. "I'm going to ask you questions about three people and I want answers or I promise you won't be attached to them for long." Victor said before grinning like a shark. "Or rather, they won't be attached to you." He promised.
Looking around the bar Willy realized that every demon in there found their drinks oddly fascinating as they studiously avoided looking in his direction. Swallowing again, he looked back at the massive being before him and managed a weak smile. "W-who do you wanna know about." He stuttered as he silently sent a prayer up to anyone listening that he would make it out of this in one piece /Or a large piece with only a couple smaller pieces missing./
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Xander breathed in a lungful of air as he focused on what his senses brought him.
Pine trees muted by the cold scent of new snow, the scent of fresh sap and broken wood as something stripped the bark off a tree.
The nearly silent chewing sound as flat teeth ground bark into digestible mush. The steady thumping of a heartbeat and soft humming of a lesser mind as it's only thought was on finding something better to eat than bark.
Opening his eyes Xander stared at the deer silently before pushing a feeling of contentment into its mind, standing up slowly and walking back towards the base.
Behind him a large black Raven watched the Deer as it ignored its natural fear of humans and allowed Xander to walk less then a handful of feet past it on his way back to the compound.
/Alexander's powers are growing. In a weeks time he's come further along then most mutants manage in months./ Mystique thought as she took wing and made her way back as well. /Perhaps we should focus on turning his empathy into a weapon./
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(Next Day.)
Mystique walked into the large office and nodded to the others gathered there, as she sat Magneto finally started his briefing.
"Due to Victor, Dominic and John being in Sunnydale for the foreseeable future and Mortimer being… unavailable." He said with a direct look at a smirking Mystique before he continued. "I have offered Mr. LeBeau a tentative place in our organization for the duration of our operation." Magneto said and nodded when Peter's hand rose carefully.
"What is the objective here?" the large Russian asked, as Mystique and Gambit nodded at the question.
"The objective is an internment and reprogramming camp for mutants in the Colombian jungle, Several drug cartels are attempting to use the mutants they have captured for their own benefit, no matter the cost to the mutants." Magneto said with a growl as he thought back to his own stay in a similar camp. "Mystique, I want Alexander to accompany us, I will protect him personally but he needs to see what humans are willing to do."
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(Sunnydale.)
"BUFFY!" Buffy Summers turned at the yell and watched in shock as the redheaded witch charged down the hall, barely missing sliding into one of the football players in her haste.
"Oh my god Buffy it's horrible and the damage is amazing and they say he fell down a flight of stairs but he would need to fall down around seventy three flights for that kind of damage and what could have done that to him and now Xander's gone and I'll never see him again and it's all my fault and what are we going to do." Willow gasped out before sucking in a lungful of air and leaning on one of the lockers. "I need to sit down now." She said as she slid to the floor and started to regulate her breathing to keep from passing out.
Buffy stared at her red-haired friend for a moment before looking up at the blue haired werewolf that finally arrived at a much more sedated pace.
"Xander's dad's in the hospital, they say he fell down the stairs, Xander's missing." He said as he helped his girlfriend to her feet and started to lead her towards the library.
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Victor Creed was a happy man, his conversation with Willie had set him on the trail of several items that should be able to hurt the mayor both before and after his transformation. (Should it get that far along.)
He had also managed to pick up a trail on the vampire Spike and grinned at the Million-dollar bounty he had placed on the undead's head.
That left the rogue slayer Faith and the final death of Mayor Richard Wilkens to handle before he could return home.
His good mood disappeared as the small convertible belonging to principle Snyder skidded to a stop just inches from hitting him. Glaring at the small man Creed barely resisted the urge to eviscerate the worm before the principle made a possibly fatal mistake.
Of all the possible reactions people might have to almost hitting a person like Victor Creed, Blowing the horn at him is one of the worst.
Gritting his teeth as the loud horn grated on his ears, Victor reached down below the car and slowly lifted the front end into the air. The front of the small vehicle was nearly to his shoulders when the principle's glove box popped open spilling the contents into the front passenger seat.
Stopping the movement Victor Creed dropped the car from its current height and ignored the tires as they exploded due to the impact of the sudden drop.
Reaching over the cowering principle Victor moved several magazines aside and picked up the one item that had gotten his attention, a black armband with the letters F.O.H. in large white letters. With a feral smile Sabertooth looked down at the small man, his day had just gotten better.
