Rebekah

I wait by the gate and then lightly leap down as Isaac saunters up. The sudden flash across his face immediately confirms all my suspicions. Arms crossed, I lean up against the wall.

He tries to grin. It doesn't work. I shift from the wall and stalk forward, barely making a noise as my boots touch down.

"Are you really so stupid that you thought we wouldn't work it out?"

"Work what out?"

That's it. I lunge forward and push him against the wall.

"Listen. I was prepared to let you go after that little speech about who is worth what, but seriously? Kidnapping a man? I can smell blood, Isaac. No matter how much you scrubbed yourself clean, I can smell the blood and it's not yours."

I pause and tilt my head to one side.

"Did you torture him?"

Isaac's face goes white and I drop him, staggering back.

"You… Oh, no… You didn't… You're just trying to… No…"

He raises his hands.

"I didn't… I swear I…"

"You're lying!"

He tries to reach out, to calm me down. I snap at his fingers then turn and run, ignoring his calls.

What monsters have we become?

Isaac

I thought I'd worked it all out. I was wrong. I had used my ranged weaponry and I'd barely touched the man with my hands. How had she smelt his blood on me? Now I thought about it I could smell it to. I hadn't touched the man after he was dead. I'd just left his body where it was. Perhaps not a good idea but I didn't want to leave any DNA evidence. Hopefully some kid wandering the woods didn't find it. The only time I'd gone near the body was when I'd knelt down to look the man in the eye. I must have gotten some of his blood on me. The ocean water should have washed the scent off. Damn. There was going to trouble. And if Bekah could smell the blood then Logan would as well.

I teleported into my room and showered. I only used water otherwise Logan would know I had taken a shower. I switched my clothes and my boots and put the other clothes inside a couple of carrier bags. I teleported into the woods and buried them. At least now I would have more deniability.

A little guilty thought popped into my head about Bekah but I wasn't going to apologize for my actions. She had to get used to the new me. I knew I'd be a suspect but I wasn't sorry. Besides, no matter how much Bekah insisted, I was going to deny it. Secrets didn't stay secrets for long in a mansion of mutants. I was slightly disappointed though. I'd thought I was a better liar. I guess when faced with a six foot cat-woman I didn't have quite what it took. I would have to work on that.

I didn't want to face the X-men at the moment. There would be too many questions. London was my home city after all and a kidnapping had just happened to take place after me being missing for several hours. And it wouldn't long before the body turned up. The police were already on a manhunt. The kidnapped girl would probably identify her kidnapper as the man I killed anyway and the heat would die down. All these thoughts shot through my head quickly and I decided I'd come back later that night. Life was complicated enough without having the Professor breathing down my neck.

I turned and started back up the road. There was a cloud of dust coming towards me and I squinted to see what it was. I could faintly make out a black van traveling down the road at an unnaturally quick speed. I wasn't afraid. If necessary I could blow the van up before it got anywhere near the gates. The van drew closer and ground to a halt.

The van was entirely black with a skull across it. This must be the exterminator van. I'd heard Kitty complaining about mice in the kitchen lately. But exterminator really wasn't needed. We had Rebekah for goodness sake.

A tall, muscular man stepped out and walked towards me. I noticed the man had a huge skull across his chest and a handgun strapped to the his waist. If I wasn't mistaken, it was a colt. The extended magazine revealed it was an automatic weapon. Way too much fire-power for an exterminator. An assassin? Maybe but he was being very obvious. I still wasn't afraid. I doubt he could hit me with a handgun once I got started.

"Thief?"

"Yes." The man was well informed. Me and Bekah weren't exactly big news among the X-men. And I preferred it that way.

"Get in the van."

"You're straight forward. But why the hell should I listen to you? I don't even know who you are."

"My names Frank. Frank Castle. Now get in the van."

No more needed to be said. Without a word, I hopped into the passenger seat. He jumped into the drivers seat. He reversed up the road, turned around and we were off.