All cats are gray in the dark
by ladymaja
Summary: Kitty (22 yo) is spending her summer vacation in Canada at Logan's cottage when suddenly she gets attacked and captured. In order to escape she's gonna need to take a helping hand from an old enemy.
Chapter Two: Escape
"Shoot! Shoot!" - they yell. No use. Not against him. He takes the bullets without any sign of pain or fear and moves towards the door.
He doesn't gives too much of a damn about the fuckers. Just throws them off of his way. The two month he spent in that cage, he thought a lot about how he's gonna torture them and make them beg for a quick death for locking him up like a dog as soon as he get out. And he knew he would . . . but he never imagined it to happen that way.
He rushes into the hallway and runs towards the exit pushing over the assholes like freaking ragdolls. While looking for his way out of the damn place he looks behind his shoulder. She's following him. That's no wonder. That's the reason she let him out. She needed him to break out of here. He doesn't like that. Being used. Especially not by a goddamn X-men. The Runt's favorite one on the top of that. . . Impressive though she dared to make that move.
He gets to a metal door. He's gonna deal with her later.
The door asks for a hand print. Creed gives it his claws. He shuts his fist in the sensor and rips out all the cables. Nothing happens. He pushes his fist further. Whole damn thing starts to spark. It burns his skin like hell but at least the damned door opens.
More soldiers appear. He can smell their fear, which makes it more fun for him. He makes a sudden step forward. This freaks them out. They don't wait for an order, all of them starts to shoot.
Looks like death fear beats military etiquette. Seems to him they know about him and what he's capable of.
He growls like an angry bear as the bullets hit his body. Not because he's actually angry, he just wants to make them crap their pants. Too bad he has no time for that. He looks at the door not far behind them.
He breaks through the crowd and starts to take care of the door.
He hears shoots, but doesn't feel anything. He turns around. One of the fuckers' still on his feet shooting at the Kitten. The bullets go through her. Right. She can phase. He wonders why she set him free when she could just walk out of the building. She walks to the guy and simply kicks him on his head. Dude flies through the whole damn hallway. He's impressed again. No wonder the Runt dared to bring her with him to New Mexico.
Later 'bout that. Door's open. It's a parking hall. He picks a nice jeep, sticks his nail into the key hole, rips the door open and jumps in. No keys so he stars to fiddle with the wires. His head's under the wheel when he picks up on the Kitten's scent. He didn't hear the door so she probably just phased in. She's sitting next to him. Kid's got some nerves.
He finally manages to crank up the damned car when the gates start to close in front of them. He puts the pedal to the floor. The gates scratch the sides of the car but they're out.
Kitty's starring out of the window. She doesn't dare to look at him. They've been driving for an hour now but neither of them said a word. They followed them with two cars and a helicopter, they shot at them, but the jeep's bulletproof and Creed managed to get shot off of them.
If Creed's anything like Logan he doesn't think silence is awkward. But Kitty does. She's not a typical loner.
She swallows her fear and carefully looks at him. He's starring at the road as if she wouldn't even be there. She takes a good look at him.
He has blue eyes. It's funny, at first she thought they were brownish-green, like the feral mutants usually have. But his eyes are dark blue. Kind of beautiful. . . . Oh shit! What's she thinking? Well, they're locked in the same car so it not a wonder she's trying to focus on the positive thing. The positive things like the blue eyes and not the razor sharp nails on his fingers or the beastly fangs behind his lips.
He has short brown hair, he's robustious and he's fearsome, even though he looks calm.
Suddenly he glances at her. Kitty quickly turns her head away and blushes. Like a high school girl when captain of the football team grins at her. But she's not a school girl anymore, and he certainly is not a high school football player. He's a monster. She shouldn't blush. It's weird!
Anyway, he might didn't notice it. But she has to break the silence. She braces herself up, turns to the beast Logan and everyone else in the Institute have warned her about and opens her mouth.
"What now?"
Creed casts a quick glance at her again then turns his head back to the road and grins.
"So you can talk!" says he derisively.
Kitty lets the comment go by.
"Where are we going?"
"Don't know."
"Do you know where we are?"
"No clue."
"Who were those guys?"
"Don't know."
"Do you know what they wanted from us?"
"No."
"So we're just going ahead?"
"Pretty much."
Finally a usefull thought!
"I need to call the Professor!"
"They took my phone. Bet they took yours too. I aint' think we would get any service here anyways. And look around darlin'! You see any wires?"
He was right. She knew he was. It's just hard to think clearly when you're sitting next to a murderer. It kind of keeps the attention busy.
"So we're just going ahead."
"Yeah."
That ends the conversation. She wanted to ask him if he was going to hurt her, but she didn't want to give him any ideas. So she turns her head back to the window and gazes at the view. There's nothing just the woods and a whole lot of snow. Her eyelids get heavy. She forgets her chasers; she forgets Creed and the desperate situation she's in and lets the buzzing car put her to sleep.
Her breath leves off. She's asleep. At least she's not asking questions anymore. It really started to annoy him.
Victor really didn't know where they were and he hated it. He likes to hold the reins.
Plan's he's going ahead until he reaches something. . . anything, that could help to identify his location. Correction: THEIR location.
What to do with the girl? The soldier in him tells him that tactically the smartest move'd be keeping her. Her powers can be useful. She saved him once already.
On the other hand there's the beast. Lucky to her, that side of him is calm right now. It had its swing when they escaped, but if it wouldn't, it would freak out in a tantrum and tell him to throw her out of the car or. . . or. . .
He looks at her. She's sound asleep. She's so tiny. Specially compared to him. On second thought, she's not that childish after all. Her hair's long, brown and silky. Like a freaking shampoo commercial. Her lips look soft and are kind of tempting.
His eyes wander lower. She's wearing a white tank top. Her chest's moving up and down as she breaths, drawing his eyes to her breasts. Not the melon-size he usually prefers, but not as flat as she was back at New Mexico 4 years ago. Just as big to fit into his palms perfectly. Kitten's perky. She's definitely not a child.
Victor's starting to feel hot and it brings the water to his mouth. He's thinking about touching her. How it would feel to cozy up to her soft skin. How he would like to breath her in and gently biting her neck.
Fuck! His been locked up for too long. Yes. This is why the geeky x-girl turns him on.
She gets the shivers. She must be cold. He reaches out to turn the heating up. Wait a sec. Why would he care if she's cold? Why would he care if she freezes? - He pulls his hand back. - She's Jimmy's brat. She's the enemy! The beast starts to awake as he's getting more and more angry.
What the hell? He was gonna be TACTFUL! Did he just f**ckin' CARE? He doesn't like this. He doesn't like this at all! He's about to yell at her, or push her out of the car or he doesn't even know what when something catches his attention.
He smells salt in the air.
The anger disappears and confusion takes its place. What the hell? There's water in front of them. He can't see the end of it. Either a big lake or. . . Is it possible that they've reached the f**cking sea?