Warnings on Splash
[ Translations ]
~telepathic dialogue~
' thoughts '
Sorrow After Sins :
Part 4
Will You Help Me When I Stumble?
Kitty laid in his bed. Blackness all around as he tried to fall asleep. Hushed voices danced about his bed as the sounds of people moving things softly echoed. Kitty began to slip into the zone between awake and asleep, where everything never seems real but never seems false either. Something touched the back of Kitty's head, like a stream of water floating up his neck and into his skull.
~Kitty~ The tall red head's voice echoed over his mind.
~Kitty, it's me. I came to see what they did to you. Alright?~ The red head with perfect hair echoed.
~No! NO!~ Kitty screamed at her as he felt the light water creep further into his mind.
"RRAAAHH! Stay out o' my head Frail!" Kitty snarled as he bolted upright his few claws slashing at the nearest person, his mind's barriers shot up as quickly as he opened his black eyes alert and fully aware of the blanket in his lap. The red head screamed as she covered her temples with her hands.
Kitty growled as large furry hands grabbed his arms and forced him to back down on the bed. Kitty noticed the activity around himself. People who he half recognized came to the red heads aid as she bled, some mulled around curious and anxious to help, but needed direction, and one short, dark haired man with long silver claws growled, snarling, ready to attack. Kitty recognized him, Wolverine..., Logan..., enemy or friend, Kitty wasn't sure which. They all left once the winded speech escaped the long blue furred mutant who still kept his large hands pressed firmly on Kitty's own chest. After the others left, the blue one did as well, taking large furry hands with him.
Kitty stayed alert as he was left alone. Hours had to have passed, voices trickled from the hallway along with footsteps. Familiar voices once again came to Kitty's ears.
*
Walking down the hall passing the infirmary Wolverine talked to Cyclops. "How's Jeannie?"
"Fine, the cuts aren't too deep, she's a little disoriented, but is going to be normal in a few hours." Cyclops replied.
"Good ta know." Wolverine replied.
*
Kitty felt eyes on him at all times since he was moved out of intensive care and into a different part of the medical center. The smaller white washed room looked more like a doctor's clinic with his bed against a wall, equipment that beeped and buzzed surrounded Kitty. Kitty finally dozed off.
Blackness surrounded the voices that echoed around.
"Creed, CREED! Dammit, Sabretooth pay attention!" Magneto's voice raged.
"Tell Raven ta keep her clothes on then." Sabretooth growled.
"Its not like you haven't seen it before, Creed." Mystiques voice sneered.
"Oh sure! Ya realize that now after the strip tease. Enjoy the show Toad?" Sabretooth growled again.
"Uh huh, more, more..," Toad groveled as he drooled.
"Stop that wart face!" Mystique growled.
"Are we ready?" Magneto snapped.
"Oh yeah plenty ready." Sabretooth snarled.
The whole dream shifted into a wavy distorted bar scene.
"Get me another drink frail, I mean NOW!" Sabretooth growled.
"Whoa check out what walked in!" Toad whispered.
"Looks government. Sabretooth, working behind our backs?" Mystique sarcastically sneered.
"Not a chance." Sniff, sniff. "Heads up, it's about ta get messy. Guy's got a gun, and a lot more guys with guns outside and on the roof. They ain't quiet enough." Sabretooth growled.
"Creed, don't do anything stupid." Magneto warned.
"Do I ever?" Sabretooth snarled.
Kitty stirred in bed, a weak smile crept over his sleeping lips.
They bounced off the wall. Bullets flew hitting other people in the bar. A flash of white light dotted his vision.
Growling he mauled the first person he got his hands on. Some kid wearing leather and chains. Discarding the body, he jumped on top of the bar counter to more or less, attract attention to himself.
Mystique punched Magneto in the face. Did she just do that?
Blinding red filled his vision as the bullets started to tear into his side. He leapt towards them. Taking a bunch in the gut, then slashed the uniform man into ribbons of meat.
Toad screamed.
Toad was in the middle of the floor, sprawled out with a metal thing around his neck. Five uniforms were around him. White sparks flew as the uniforms hit Toad with stun lasers.
Sabretooth lunged at them. Kicking, snarling, and killing. Toad could barley move, he was hit too hard, too long.
Sabertooth stood up watching the melee, and what he seriously thought Mystique was actually slapping Magneto. Slapping? Out of all the things...,
Toad moaned.
Sabretooth looked down, as more uniforms entered the war zone bar.
Sabretooth kicked the barely conscience Toad out of his way. The green man flew through the air before landing behind the bar.
Leaping back on top a table Sabretooth roared as he tackled five uniformed men, and a few kids to boot.
The Calvary of uniforms started to rush the mauling mutant, just as Sabertooth disemboweled four of their friends.
The scent of fresh blood and fear made Sabretooth salivate, he roared as wooden shrapnel from tables and chairs, exploded in the air. Impaling themselves into the flesh of various teenagers struggling out the door jams and the various uniforms trying to rush up on Sabretooth with round shiny things in their hands.
Sabretooth smashed a fifth table into a uniforms face. Sabretooth growled as he kicked over chairs and flung the disembowel bodies into the live moving bodies.
Guns, stun lasers, sharp biting pain hit Sabretooth from all directions. He reared while roaring in pain and anger. Snarling Sabretooth clawed at approaching uniforms. All too aware that he was surrounded.
The snap of cold metal around Sabretooth's neck made the mutant once more let out an ear shattering roar. He twisted around grabbing the uniform who dared collared him, and ripped the uniforms head off like so many beer caps. The collar gave Sabretooth a disadvantage to the fire fight, he couldn't heal and it only increased his viciousness.
Sabretooth didn't care about the collar, these uniforms were going to be road kill soon enough.
Sabretooth dipped his claws into blood as he killed more, while taking hits from stun guns, stun lasers and other various non-lethal weapons only pissed Sabretooth off more.
The sound of a tin can rolling across the floor seemed to drowned out the barks from the guns as dark smoke soon filled the bar. The choking smoke started. Tears welled up in Sabretooth's eyes. Smoke, tear gas. Coughing Sabretooth dropped to his knees, only to find the gas just as suffocating. More hits from something. Coughing, choking, Blackness threatened to take over, finally with three chairs crashed over his head. It did.
Sabretooth passed out, the last one to be taken in, or maybe just the last one not to get out fast enough.
Kitty awoke to the brightness once more. Alone and surrounded by cleanness, Kitty shook his head.
"Kitty?" The man grunted as he turned his head towards a tray with some slimly looking yellow and green stuff on it.
"They think I gonna eat Mew Mix for the rest of my life?" He growled as he turned his head away from the tray with hospital food on it.
***************
Creed rested in the smaller infirmary room. He stared up at the ceiling, his thoughts a jumbled mess. Reflecting on the dreams he recently had, as well as piecing together what memories he had.
'He knew he got careless in the battle, resulting in his capture. So he lost a few years of his life, no biggie, but he still couldn't remember a whole lot, and some things he did, made less sense than anything Weapon X did.'
'That was Mystique that was throwing a hissy fit in the middle of the melee, wasn't it? And that was Toad he had saved, right?
'Magneto and Mystique still dead? Wolverine, that damn runt, enemy or friend now? '
'Was any of the plan worth all this frustrating distraction?'
'HELL NO!' Creed seemed to scream to himself.
Letting out an audible growl, Creed swore that 'when he got his hands on Magneto, or who ever was running the Brotherhood now, he was gonna show them just what it's like ta be beat up, held down, cut up an raped.'
Creed grunted. 'Naw, just'll kill them, slowly.'
Creed closed his eyes and sighed deeply trying to calm down some. The pain between his legs burned too much for him to start moving around and biting things.
A dark shape shifted the light.
Upon opening his eyes, Creed saw the big blue mutant.
"Ahh, so the injured Kitty is awake. How do you feel oh violent one?" Beast teased his patient.
"GRRRRRR" was all Creed, said in reply.
Beast sat down beside his enemy and leaned into the man's view. "What happened?" Beast inquired.
"Ain't tellin' ya shit." Creed spat.
"Do you know what happened to you?" Beast asked, his voice low and concerned.
Creed paused. "Don't call me Kitty."
"It's either Kitty, or I call you Sabretooth, and everyone will know who you are and come knocking on the door." Beast gloated.
Creed wrinkled his nose, not fully understanding, but getting the drift. "Fine."
"Now, do you remember what happened to you?" Beast asked a little more pleasant.
"Ya, kinda." Kitty Creed growled.
Beast paused. "Do you remember them performing any surgery on you?"
Creed looked away from the hairy blue doctor. "It wasn't surgery." He muttered.
"I take that as a yes." Hank said.
"Get the collar off o' me." Creed muttered.
"It already is off, Creed. It has been off for 4 months. You have been in and out of consciousness since you arrived here."
Creed turned his head away. He slowly moved his left leg.
Hank watched as his fierce patient test his joints. He watched Creed biting his bottom lip and growling then rested his leg back down.
"How.. bad is it?" Creed asked not looking at the X-Man.
"Bad?" Hank paused. "Well, the vas deferens has been drastically severed, while the urethra is untouched the seminal vesicle has been damaged, you may also have side effects with the medication I have given you. Weak bladder is also going to be an obstacle for a while. From mid thigh to mid thigh has been almost sawed open, Skin had to be removed due to infections and .. other.. various things. As well as the scrotum has been fully removed by what ever means they used." Hank finished after stumbling over a few words.
Creed's head lolled over looking at Beast. "How bad?" he repeated, then added. "Laymen terms"
Hank sighed. "They cauterized you brutally, as well as raped you. From mid inner thigh, to mid inner thigh has been ripped apart and your testicles have been removed, as well."
Creed had turned away flinching.
Instinctively as a doctor Hank placed a hand on Creed's shoulder.
Creed shook him off.
"Wha' ya saying is, basically I ain't gonna have kids or sex again and I'm gonna be wetting the bed?" Creed asked disgusted.
"You will be able to have sex, but you won't be able to have an erection." Hank said.
"Any of the others know?..." Creed asked, suddenly feeling ashamed, and degraded.
"No. I shall keep it that way, unless you say something."
Creed looked back at the doc, black eyes looked into brown. "Not gonna..why ain't I healin'?"
"Honestly I don't know. It might be due to the extended period of wearing the collar. Some of the other patient have had the same effect."
"Don't like that answer."
"Neither do I, Kitty." Hank admitted.
"Don't call me that." Creed muttered as he shut his eyes turning his head back away from the blue hairy mutant.
"The good news, however is that they didn't surgically cut you anywhere else. Other than broken bones, bruises, and scrapes, You'll be fine." Hank finished with a hopeful note.
"Yeah.., wonderful. Meanwhile, I'm gonna be wetting myself." Creed groaned.
"Not necessarily, if you feel strong enough, I can help you to the washroom, however if you wish I can always install a cassader"
"Oh.."
Hank poured bottled water into a paper cup. "Try to drink." He encouraged.
Creed lifted his hand, his band-aid fingers reaching for the cup. Creed looked around as he grasped the cup. He was the only one left down here. Slowly, Creed sipped at the water. The cool liquid ran down his throat, refreshing him. Then he felt the urge, groaning to himself Creed looked at Hank, crumpling the cup he asked. "Where's the bathroom?"
*******
A guitar strummed. It was faint and outside the room. An Irish accent sang like a quail in the dark.
Creed opened his eyes slowly listening to the song.
"They say mother earth is breathing, With each wave that finds the shore, Her soul rises in the evening, For to open twilight's door."
Creed grunted as a female, he recognized the voice..what was her name? Weather bitch? Weather rider? something weathery , she started into the song.
"Her eyes are the stars in the heaven, Watching o'er us all the while, And her heart it is in Ireland, Deep with in the Emerald Isle."
Creed cocked a brow, she could sing pretty good, even with a fake Irish accent.
He yawned, stretching his mouth muscles and letting the stale medical air brush over his white fangs and red slimy tongue.
He sniffed, he stunk. Where's the shower? He stopped listening to the song being played as he looked at the equipment he was attached to. His healing factor hadn't kicked back in, that pissed him off, he hurt like a son o' a bitch.
Creed propped himself up by his elbows and looked around. He was alone, he knew the bathroom was just across the room complete with a bathtub. Creed examined the stuff he was hooked up to and into again.
He didn't know what it was called. He wasn't a medic, Hell he'd never even been in a hospital before, there was a needle stuck into his vein on the back of his left hand and bandaged in place, an IV. Gently peeling the tape off the back of his hand Creed growled as he pulled some hairs, then slowly pulled out the needle. He sighed, it wasn't that painful.
Now he had to get off the table and stand up, sounds easy enough. Keeping his legs together, Creed slid painfully over the side of the steel bed. His bare feet connecting to the incredibly cold floor. He shivered grabbing his blanket and wrapping himself in it. Slowly, awkwardly he stood, leaning a hip against the stationary steel bed.
"Ok, now to walk from here to there." He grunted to himself, his low voice echoing slightly in the empty room. The singing drowned it out.
Creed slowly made his way across the cold floor. Step by painful step, he couldn't move his legs too far apart at anyone time, it just hurt too much. Creed made it to the bathroom door, he wanted to do a small happy dance of victory, but refrained as he closed the door and dropped his blanket.
Creed stared at the step he had to get over in order to have a shower. He groaned wondering how to get over that. Lifting his knee that height never was a trouble before, and it was only a foot maybe less.
"Damn son o' a bitch who ever invented bath tubs ought ta be dragged out and shot in the street." Creed growled to himself.
He slowly reached and turned on the luke-warm water.
"For nothing.," Creed sighed to himself as he hopped on to the bathtub side.
He gripped the walls almost losing his balance. He slid himself down not letting go of the walls, black claws dragged along the tub's surround tiles leaving deep divots. His feet landing in the puddle created by splashing down water from the shower head. Closing the flimsy pink see-through shower curtain. Creed sighed as he grabbed a bar of soap and started to wash himself up, relieving his skin of the dried blood, sweat, smell, and filth he had collected in Genosha for the years he had been there. He slowly delicately dabbed at his inner thigh. Running his hand along his cock's length, he sighed sadly, knowing it would be very unlikely he would ever be able to have a hard on again till his Healing Factor kicked back in. Creed hurried up and finished washing himself then grabbing the shampoo conditioner combined, he proceeded to wash his tangled hair.
*
Beast walked into the Infirmary "Oh my." He stated to himself as he noticed his patient had seemed to have fled. Beast quickly scanned around the large room. He gave a small breath of relief as he saw the bathroom door closed but not locked. Walking to the door, he raised a big blue hairy paw and banged.
*
Creed growled as he let water splash over his chest. "I haven't ran. Go away!" He hollered knowing it would be Beast.
*
Beast smiled. "Are you alright? Need anything?" Beast said not about to enter the bathroom as he heard the water running.
"Fine. NO! Go away!" Came the quick angry reply. Beast chuckled again as he walked away from the door and headed to do some various tasks.
*
Creed stood in the bathtub. His water stopped and the curtain pulled back. He had a new problem. How the fuck to get out of there now. Creed laughed at himself for such a stupid thing. He looked at the sink beside the bathtub then smiled.
Grabbing onto the sink he braced his upper body and jumped praying he won't slip and fall. Creed landed heavily on the other side of the bathtub. He swore loudly as the pain ricocheted up his legs and burned into his stitches.
Creed slowly toweled himself off giving up on the dripping blood.
*
Beast turned his head as the bathroom door opened.
With a towel wrapped around his waist and a blanket wrapped around the rest of him Creed limped out of the bathroom. Blood dripping down from between his legs.
Hank cursed as he rushed to Creed.
Creed accepted the help walking across the floor. Beast sighed hearing the large man grinding his teeth together.
Once Creed was back on his bed Hank hooked him back up to the Morphine with a new IV. Then proceeded to re-stitch him. A hiss and several growls escaped from Creed as Beast gently ran the needle and thread to and fro in and out of Creed's skin.
******
Logan strolled down the silver hallway. He wanted to know when he could kick Creed's ass again. Upon entering the Infirmary he peeked around. Creed, nice and shinny with still dripping wet hair seemed to be asleep on his bed.
"Any change?" Logan grunted as he watch Hank discarded some bloody surgical gloves into a medical waste trash can.
"Not yet, Logan." Hank replied.
Logan sat beside Creed on a chair that was next to the bed. "Awake ugly?"
"Hell you want?" Creed growled.
"About time you woke up." Logan chuckled.
Creed turned his head looking at Logan dressed in jeans and a blue button up top. "Well?"
"Think anyone be lookin' for ya?" Logan asked.
"Fuck you." Creed snarled.
"Fine, Kitty" Logan sneered as he stood up, then turned to McCoy. Knowing he shouldn't but unable to resist, Logan decided to put fear in Creed to hopefully get the blond kitty to talk.
"Hank, when Kitty is ready to be transported, notify me. I'm to restrain Creed and escort him to the detention cell."
"Is that wise so soon Logan?" Hank inquired stunned at the blunt coldness. Seeing the corner of Logan's mouth twitch upwards. That was cruel and uncalled for in Hank's mind. Hank also saw Creed missed the small body language play.
"Yes." Logan said coldly as he turned and sauntered out of the room.
Creed watched Logan leave and sighed. He didn't want to be caged again, they couldn't, he wouldn't let them. Fear gripped Creed's chest.
Beast could see the fear in Creed's face. "Don't worry Creed, he won't." Hank said with a smile. "The professor isn't that kind of man, and even Logan won't be so cruel."
Creed growled. "Not worried. I'll be fine soon, maul you all"
Beast sighed turning away from Creed. Someone so injured, being hostile to his saviors, he didn't understand it. Heading for the cabinet Hank reached for the bottle of Advil to help ward off the Sabretooth induced headache.
************
Xavier sat in his office. Wolverine had expressed his feelings for Sabretooth quite colorfully. Six long deep slashes in Xavier's desk were the result of Wolverine's lost argument.
Xavier sighed. Sabretooth, according to Hank was in no condition to be walking too far. Putting him in a cage would make it worse. And from the reports of Banshee and Storm, Sabretooth made no attempt to go beyond his bed or the bathroom.
Nightcrawler suddenly appeared in Xavier's office with a Bampf surrounded by a black and white smoke cloud.
"You wanted to see me?" Kurt with his German accented voice asked.
"Indeed Kurt. I need you to do a solo mission." Xavier informed his blue furry X-Men.
"Ja? Where?" Nightcrawler enthusiastically asked.
"Right here in the mansion"
"Don't sound like much. What I do?"
"Well, I need you to.... occupy someone's time, and perhaps... sway them over to our cause." Xavier said leaning forward.
Nightcrawler tilted his head. "What do you wish me to do?"
"It would be nice for him to believe in something, hence why I am sending you, Kurt."
Nightcrawler nodded. "Who?"
"He is in the infirmary. Only one there." Xavier directed.
Nightcrawler nodded. Bampf! a black and white cloud of smoke appeared as Kurt disappeared.
****
BAMPF! Kurt appeared at the infirmary door in the midst of a black and white smoke cloud.
Creed growled as he winced trying to retrieve a pillow on the floor with out moving his legs or losing his blanket.
Nightcrawler walked over to the bed and picked up the pillow. He handed it to the only occupant in the room.
Creed snatched the pillow and put it behind his head.
"I woulda got it sometime." He growled.
"Before or after you fell?" Kurt asked bemused.
Creed growled again.
Kurt sat down beside the bed. "How are you feeling?" He asked not sure how to do what Xavier had assigned him to.
"Like fucking hell,.." Creed paused looking at the blue, fur covered X-Man, with black hair and a tail. "What you doin' here fuzzy?"
Kurt took a leather bound used book of the Holy Bible. He waved it beside Creed. "A little help with recovery."
"Rrrrrah! Who needs help?!" Creed snapped. He was lonely for company, Beast had hardly been around since the last stitching. "No one cares if I die or not. They would all rejoice when I kick off."
Nightcrawler didn't press his preaching. He knew why he was here, he was compassionate and knew his enemy.
"God does" Kurt muttered testing Creed.
"God does what!?" Creed snapped.
"Cares, cares if you live and grieves if you die." Kurt slowly stated.
Creed's mouth opened and closed slowly, wordlessly. He wasn't sure how to respond.
"He don't show it." Creed finally said after several seconds. He was really floored with the mere notion.
"He has, many a time. But ignorance is best left to those who do not understand or know what to look for." Nightcrawler said, book waving in his three fingers as he talked.
"Yeah? When?!?" Creed snapped.
"Now for one. You are in good hands. You are surrounded by good people taking care of you." Kurt said soothingly with his German accented voice.
Creed blinked looking at the blue fuzzy mutant. "Give me that book!" He snapped snatching the leather book out of Nightcrawler's white gloved hand.
Kurt looked at Creed who only titled his head and uninterestedly flipped the books flimsy pages.
"I don't see any answers." Creed finally said setting the book on the monitor beside him, away from Kurt.
Nightcrawler allowed himself a small victory. "You must find your own answers. " Kurt paused he noticed Creed eyeing the book.
Nightcrawler smiled. "I will be back later." With a Bampf and a cloud of smoke containing a sulphuric smell, the blue fuzzy was gone.
Creed picked up the book and started to read, flipping over a few chapters .. books with in the book.
********
Creed hadn't eaten or drank too much for two days. He tried to avoid all possible things that could possibly make him move his legs. Beast had left him alone most of the day. Creed read and slept... that was all he could do.
Bored, Creed counted the dots in the ceiling tiles after finishing a thing about Israel, "Let my people go" and Moses crossing a red sea, he was at one thousand, three hundred and fifty five when BAMPF! Smoke and Brimstone filled the spot that was previously vacant before, Nightcrawler appeared.
Creed jumped and looked at Kurt, then back at the ceiling. "Fuck" he muttered then looked at Kurt again.
"Lousy timing, Fuzzy, I was almost done the damn tile!"
Kurt blinked as he held a shopping bag in each hand.
"Ja?" He started slowly. "Doing what to the tile? Breathing on it?"
"Counting the dots, Fluff ball!" Creed snapped back.
Nightcrawler blinked "Why were you counting the dots on a ceiling tile?"
"Because I am bored!" Creed snarled then noticed the bags. "Whatchya got?"
Nightcrawler shook his head. "Clothes, thought you might like some."
"Well..., my ass is kinda cold." Creed grinned.
Nightcrawler dug into the bags. Pulling out some cotton sweat pants he took off the tags and folded them on the chair beside Creed.
"Should be the right size." Creed raised an eyebrow. Most of the pants were a gray or black. The shirts on the other hand, one red flannel, one green flannel, a black tank top, All of them looked pretty comfortable. "No jeans?" Creed growled annoyed.
"Hank said not to pick you up any." Kurt admitted.
"They look like they will... fit." Creed said slowly. Rather liking them sort of. "I give, how ya pick 'em?"
Nightcrawler was silent for a second. "Logan" He finally muttered.
Creed burst out laughing.
One bag was just fold over and put on top of the others. Creed didn't bother to ask, he knew.
"Fuzzy can ya get me something?" Creed asked.
"Ja, what it be?"
"Darts. A bunch o' darts."
Kurt shrugged. "Ja, be back." With that and a Bampf! Creed was left coughing in the smoke.
In a matter of minutes Kurt was back with a Bampf! 16 colorful darts were set beside Creed. Kurt then noticed the red tassel hanging out from the bible. He smiled. "I have to report to Cyclops. I'll be back." Kurt said.
"Anytime." Creed said sorting out the darts, his voice sincere.
Kurt walked out this time. The big steel door closing behind him.
Creed hummed. "Danger room on this level I bet."
A blast of cold air hurled into the room from over head air conditioners.
"HEY! Don't ya know enough NOT ta freeze a naked man!?!" Creed shouted to the ceiling. No one heard him.
"Gawd dammed." Creed growled as he looked at the stuff beside him.
"He's doin' that on purpose." Creed mused deciding to blame it on Kurt. Awkwardly Creed sat up and slid his legs over the side of the bed. He reached for the clothes. He got everything on then laid back down and slept.
**
Beast walked into the infirmary after spending a few days in his lab. He noticed the darts around the door and in the walls. Then the pile of clothing on the chair by Creed along with a stack of novels and more darts.
"Keeping busy, Kitty?" Beast asked walking up to Creed.
Creed yawned "Ya, Fuzzy been dropping in now and then." then turned his head as Beast came up beside the bed.
"I am afraid I am going to have to examine you." Hank said.
"Gonna be kinda hard." Kitty muttered sleepily.
"Why's that?" Beast asked gathering up the discarded blanket off the floor.
"I am too damn cold to get undressed now." Creed growled. "N' yer not doing it either."
"If you are going to be this difficult I am going to have to up the morphine." Beast said as he went to reach for Creed's pants elastic.
Creed swatted Beasts hands away. "Ain't gonna let ya" He growled.
"Alright." Beast said backing up. "Think about it." With that Henry McCoy left the infirmary once again.
Beast walked down the shinny steel hallway when he ran into Logan.
"Logan. May I have a word with you?" Beast asked.
"Sure Hank." Wolverine cheerfully said. His costume torn and drenched in sweat. He just came out of the danger room.
"I need you to help me hold down Kitty." Beast said turning on a heel walking to the infirmary again.
"Why? He not letting you near him?" Logan asked puzzled.
"I need to undress him, Logan. To check his wounds." Beast said standing at the door.
Logan froze. "No way Beast. I help friends, and I help friends move bodies, but be damned if I am helping with stripping anyone!" Logan stalked past Beast and down the hallway.
Beast hollered after Logan "I will let you continue your feud if you do."
Logan stopped in his tracks, he walked back to Beast.
"Fine."
The two entered the infirmary.
Creed tossed a dart at Logan. "What ya doing here?"
Logan batted the dart aside, and popped his claws. "Stripping you."
Creed went pale. His eyes widen, the scent of fear filled the room.
Logan stopped. There was gripping fear in Creed's eyes.
"Aww, come off it Logan.., I ain't..." Creed started to plead.
Logan grabbed Creed's wrists and laid down across Creed's chest. "Don't make me hurt you. Yer still without yer healing factor" Logan whispered to Creed.
Creed didn't respond just looked wild and scared as he felt Beasts hands touch him. Logan smelled the fear and felt Creeds' heart rate increased to a rapid pace. Creed started to thrash around. Logan did his best to hold the large man down.
A loud snap sounded. Logan couldn't turn his head to see what Beast was doing, but the way Creed started to whimper gave him a clue it was painful.
A second snap sounded. Creed closed his eyes and whimpered rather then growled.
Logan swallowed. "Beast what are you doing?"
"I am putting some staples in, Logan." Hank replied calmly.
A third snap.
Creed started to squirm.
"Jesus Christ Hank, hurry the hell up." Logan said, then turned his attention to Creed.
A forth snap. Logan and Creed both flinched that time.
"Hey, almost done... come on Kitty ya been through worse." Logan started to sooth.
Creed rested his head on his shoulder. His oily hair falling in his face. Logan didn't let go of Creed's arms, but lessened the weight off his chest.
Beast moved back from Creed and discarded string and a blood dotted cloth. He then dressed Creed again.
"Let him go Logan." Hank said.
Logan released Creed who didn't even look up as Hank started to rub his hair. Logan turned around and walked out.
In the hall where Logan leaned his back against a wall and took out a cigar from his costume's belt. He snapped off the end and lit it with a strike of his only match. Logan looked at the floor, a cold shiver ran over him as he realized just where Hank was working on Creed. Logan walked weakly down the hall heading for the elevator to take him to his room for a hot shower.
Whoever got Creed down to do what ever to him.. there.. had ta of been ... Logan shook his head not even wanting to think about it.
*****
Banshee walked into the infirmary. As soon as the door open a dart struck him in the leg.
"AH! Lad what the?!?" Sean Cassidy started to yell as he pulled the dart out of his leg. The shallow puncture wound bleed.
"Knock next time, Irish." Creed snapped. He was sitting up in his bed, back against the wall. The wall in front of him was full of darts. Golden wavy hair brushed Creed's shoulder.
"Boyo, been six months." Banshee said as he walked past Creed.
"Six eh? Get me out of here and it won't be any longer." Creed growled.
Banshee opened a cabinet door and took out a packet of band-aids. He took one out and then rolled up his pant legging.
"No can do, Boyo." Cassidy chimed as he knew the band-aid he just put on himself was going to sting when it came off. Rolling down his pant leg Banshee picked up the box of Band-aids and strolled out.
"Irish, Get me more darts." Creed ordered.
"Pluck them off the wall." Banshee said as he neared the door.
"Can't! Just get me more!" Creed hollered as the big door closed. Creed sighed. He slowly got down from the table and hobbled over to the wall. Plucking the darts out of the wall he returned to his cozy, cold bed.
*******
Kitty had heard the argument clear as a bell. The loud shouting voices raged between Wolverine and the one with laser eyes.
Creed chuckled as Wolverine growled, walking and slamming every door possible, even doors not made to be slammed. Laser eyes kept shouting obscenities long after Wolverine had left. Creed wished he still had his heighten hearing, He was positive Wolverine had muttered things that laser eyes couldn't hear.
After a few minutes the tall, brown haired man with wrap around red shades walked into the infirmary.
"Hey shade boy, got anything decent to eat?" Creed asked as laser eyes stopped just a few feet from the bed.
"No, I came to tell you, that Xavier and Beast have agreed to place you somewhere else." Cyclops said.
"Long as it isn't a jail cell, laser eyes." Creed grunted.
"The name's Cyclops, Kitty." Cyclops snapped.
"Fine, fine, Cyclops. Where am I going?" Creed asked.
"Upstairs." Cyclops said simply.
"Uh, you carrying me?" Creed muttered thinking of stairs.
"Kurt will come an get you. Till then, Xavier wanted you to mention anything on Magneto and the Brotherhood to me." Cyclops said.
"Right, even if Magneto wasn't dead, like I would tell a snot nose baby boy who still needs his daddy to kiss his ass, like you. I don't think so." Creed growled.
Cyclops shook his head as he turned and walked back out of the infirmary.
*******
Kurt had set up a bedroom in the X-Men hallway. It was the last one at the very end of the hallway, away from everyone else with no one on either side. It was also small, a two by two foot closet was directly behind the door, The only way to get into it was if the door was closed. The double bed was shoved in a niche under the window, between the closet and the wall. A few inches from the foot of the bed was a long dresser. It took up the length of the other wall. At the other end of the dresser, housed less then a foot away, the bathroom door. It swung inside to the bathroom. The bathroom was the length of the bedroom, but only 1/4 the size. Inside the brightly lit bathroom, white tiled floor and ceramic tile walls glowed. The bathtub took up the length of the same wall the dresser was on. From there a foot from the tub, was the sink. Beside the sink, the can, and a closet kitty corner from there. There was no door on the bathroom closet, just a bunch of shelves with towels and linen.
Kurt fluffed a navy blue bed spread on the double bed. The gray walls didn't comfort him any, the floor space would have been decent, but with the treadmill in the middle of the room, made the would-of-been more apparent. You had to walk around the big black thing. Some dumb bell weights where in the corner of the room by the door, you saw them once you walked in. Also on the brown nylon carpet by the door was a folded up stair master, leaning against the wall.
Kurt hung up some shirts in the closet and folded Pants, putting them away in the dresser drawers. Keeping the black curtains drawn, Nightcrawler left the soon to be occupied room.
******
BAMPF! Smoke and an acidic smell flashed in the infirmary. Nightcrawler appeared.
"DUCK!" Creed shouted.
Nightcrawler ducked just in time as something whooshed above his head and landed in the wall with a Thunk. Nightcrawler stood up slowly and looked at Creed.
"Shouldn't do dat Fuzzy. I almost got ya." Creed said.
Night Crawler turned around to see what he was almost hit with.
In the wall right in front of Sabretooth's bed, in hundreds of dark pin holes in the white plaster spelled.
GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!
The explanation mark was made out of red, blue, green and yellow darts. Kurt chuckled as he looked back at Creed.
"Bored I take it?"
"Ya think?! What ya bring me today? Pop? Chocolates? Candy?... porn mags?" Creed anxiously asked.
"HAHAHAHHA! None of the above. Here to take you someplace else." Kurt smiled. Creed looked warily at him.
"You'll enjoy this." Kurt smiled as he already stole everything of Creed's from here. Including the rest of the darts that were not in the wall.
Creed slowly got down from his bed. His legs still unable to be moved far apart, as the healing skin was now tight and itchy, as scars crept onto Creed's body.
Kurt Wagner took Creed by the wrist, "Hang tight.".
Beast walked in just in time to see, BAMPF! Creed and Wagner disappeared in a smoke cloud. Beast coughed as the lingering sulphur smell annoyed him, as did the fact that Creed had to be examined again.
Creed felt like his body was turned inside out, twisted then put all back together twice as cold and nauseated.
Nightcrawler took a hold of Creed's arm keeping the large man balance.
"Never do that to me again Fuzzy." Creed woozily warned.
"Ja, No problem." Nightcrawler smirked. "Ja new room. Warmer than a jail cell, but not as nice looking."
Creed looked around. "This?" He asked a little stunned.
"Ja, You asked for a warm place to sleep. It's warm, it's dark, and it's not damp."
Creed looked down at the soft yellow eyes of Nightcrawlers. "Thanks fuzzy. Ain't ya gonna get inta trouble?"
"Kitty getting a conscience now?" Kurt joked. "Na, Professor picked da room."
Creed nodded. "Nice digs." He looked around and noticed the treadmill. "What's that?" He asked.
"It's a Treadmill. " Kurt said.
Creed rolled his eyes. "I know that, but why is it here?"
"Beast wanted you to walk, but not wander in the mansion." Kurt admitted.
"Oh," Creed muttered as he noticed the dumb bells beside the stair master. "Trying to tell me something fuzzy?"
Nightcrawler turned to look where Creed was. Blue lips parted into a genuinely amused grin. "Ja,"
Creed stopped smiling for a second and batted Nightcrawler up side the head lightly in a playful way. Blueish black hair fluffed up. The two smirked.
"I be back. Lunch time. Ja hungry?" Nightcrawler asked.
"Soup." Creed ordered.
Bampf! Nightcrawler was gone.
****
Nightcrawler walked into the kitchen. It was packed with the X-Men team all but Jean, Xavier and Beast were present.
"I caught him reading the Bible." Bobby Drake laughed.
Logan laughed as he made a meat sandwich.
Banshee, Storm, and Cyclops stood around the stove as they dished out the chicken noddle soup. "The Professor wishes us to run a level 4 simulation in the Danger room after lunch." Cyclops said taking a bowl from Kurt.
"Us?" Banshee questioned watching Cyclops fill Kurt's bowl with soup.
"As a team." Cyclopes muttered giving the hot bowl to Nightcrawler.
Logan turned his head watching Kurt make his own lunch with a bowl of hot soup placed on a plate, crackers, a spoon, and a slice of bread around the bowl. "Extra hungry, Elf?" Logan asked walking up beside his friend.
"No." Nightcrawler replied low.
Logan could smell Creed's scent on Kurt.
Before anyone could question Nightcrawler was gone with a BAMPF!
Creed jumped when Kurt appeared in his room. "Dammit! Use a door would ya?" Creed complained.
"Couldn't knock." Nightcrawler smirked as he placed the lunches on the dresser edge.
Creed sat down on the edge of his new warm bed and started to eat. Nightcrawler sat on the treadmill.
The two ate in silence, once done Creed tilted his head looking at the X-Man.
"Ya know, I keep wondering why ya doin' this? Ain't no one been this nice ta me since some broad thought I was loaded."
"Loaded?" Kurt questioned.
"Rich." Creed corrected himself.
"Aren't you?"
"That's beside the point. I am asking you why."
Nightcrawler shrugged.
Creed tilted his head. "I want an answer sometime. Ya think I could get a TV in here?" He asked.
"I'll check." Nightcrawler said. "I'll be back." With a Bampf! Kurt left taking the empty dishes with him.
*********
Creed found a new activity, reading the leather book while walking on the treadmill. It became rather difficult to concentrate as he squinted at the words on the page.
A knock sounded at his door. It had been a day since Kurt brought him lunch.
Marking his place, he closed the book and slid off the treadmill. He opened to door only to see, Beast with medical supplies in his arms. The large blue mutants face told Creed of his mood and displeasure.
Creed went to open his mouth to say something but only to be beaten to the vocabulary by Beast as he shoved his way in.
"Take your clothes off and try not to scream." Hank snapped as Creed shut the room door.
Creed growled but complied, he slowly peeled off his new clothes as Hank unrolled a plastic painting tarp in front of the dresser.
"Stand on the tarp." Beast instructed.
Creed growled as he braced himself against the dresser, gripping the top.
Beast with surgical gloves on started to force Creed to spread his legs. With each hiss the blond man gave Hank pressed on, till blood started to drop onto the tarp.
Creed cursed then bit his bottom lip feeling the knife sinking into his skin, followed by the needle and thread.
Creed lay on his bed and cried when it was over, Beast gone along with any evidence.
Creed collected himself then proceeded into the shower. He thought to himself as he ran his fingers through his cream rinse filled hair, untangling the knots.
'How long has it been? Months? Years? Weeks? Screech boy said months, but how many days passed since then?'
'I ain't over it. I want to be. I am going to be, I always am over everything. Why can't this slip away like the rest?'
Creed stood under the shower-head, letting the soapy substance wash out of his hair.
'And why the fuck am I liking it here so much!? Wolverine is around here. I know it. I can hear him growling at night. He can kill me so easily now. Yet he hasn't.... what the fuck is happening!?!'
A knock sounded on the bathroom door. Creed jumped, his head clunked the shower head.
"OW FUCK!" Creed swore.
"Kitty in the water?" A voice called from the other side of the door.
"The hell?" Creed snarled as he awkwardly got out of the bathtub shutting the water off. "Logan?" Creed growled as he wrapped a towel around his waist and grabbed a smaller one drying his hair.
The bathroom door opened and a dripping wet Creed stood in the door way. "The hell you want?! How the hell did you get in!?" He demanded.
Logan smirked as he eyed Creed deliberately and taking notice of Creed's bruised legs. "Cut the lock, your Tv's here. Just ta let you know." He mused.
Creed tilted his head slightly then looked beyond Logan, there on a portable stand sat a TV with a VCR and movies. "What movies?" Creed asked curious.
Logan smirked. "Find our yourself." There was a pause. "Nightcrawler wasn't kidding. You have changed."
Creed's head snapped looking down at Wolverine. Their eyes locked. Fire burned in both of theirs, but Logan found the intense flame that once danced in Creed's black eyes were now over shadowed with a new something he couldn't quite put a claw on it.
"I haven't changed!" Creed snarled as he slammed the door on Logan's face.
Wolverine stared at the door. "You realize I can open it can't you?" He said blankly.
There was a click, Creed locked the door. Logan laughed as he walked out of the room, shutting the door that could no longer lock.
Creed wandered out of the bathroom dressed in black sweats after Logan left. He snarled and looked at the lock on the room's door.
*********
Bobby Drake wandered down the hallway. The very end was lit up like a Christmas tree. Every light was on and three flash lights were shining at one door. Soft swearing rang down the empty noon day hall.
Bobby walked up to the door. "Need anymore lights?" He asked meekly trying to see who was working on the other side of the door. Bobby could see the someone was kneeled on the ground holding a door knob in place while trying to screw it into the wood of the door.
There was a grunt then "No. Just the right fucking screw driver!" Creed spat.
Bobby looked at the scattered tools then the screws, he picked up the Phillips and handed it to the man.
"This help?" Bobby asked shyly not seeing who face was on the other side. A hand with long pinkie and thumb nails snatched the screw driver, after some slipping he finally said. "Works. Good one.. uhm" Creed peered around the wooden door. Looking Bobby up and down he furrowed his brows then went back to work. "Whoever ya are." Creed muttered finishing the one side.
"I'm Bobby Drake." Bobby said slowly recognizing the face but not placing it.
"Well Drake, care to help out or stand there and gawk like some two bit pansy?" Creed growled.
"I'll help." Bobby said picking up the other new knob and a screw driver.
Bobby sat there helping the larger man work on the door. They were done in a half an hour. Creed cleaned up the mess while Drake put all the lights away.
"You want anything to eat?" Drake asked as he stood there watching the large man play with the door, locking and unlocking it.
"Only if you bring it to me." Creed simply stated.
"Be back." Bobby said walking away.
When Drake returned with some tuna sandwiches and a can of coke each, the hall way was empty. He knocked on the door.
"Yeah, it's open." Creed called as he uncurled himself from the pillow he was hugging and sat up on the bed.
Bobby walked in to see the man all cozy with the TV on in front of him. Bobby sat down beside Creed.
"What's your name any ways?" Bobby asked.
Creed thought for a moment, hell not like anyone didn't know.
"Kitty." Creed said simply grabbing the plate of food.
Bobby took half of a tuna sandwich before it was whisked away.
Kitty handed Bobby the clicker. "Find something good on. I can't find anything." He said before taking a bit into a sandwich and chewing nosily.
Bobby got a sudden flash of Wolverine in his mind. "You like chocolate?" Bobby asked. Kitty just bobbed his head licking his fingers freeing them of the mayo.
"I think I know you, but I can't place where." Bobby said as he paused the channel on a M*A*S*H rerun.
"That'll do." Kitty said, tuna and bread muffling his speech.
Bobby waited for the man to swallow. "Ever been to LA?" The young boy asked, his blue eyes wandering over the large man.
"Not in the last five years." Kitty admitted as he smirked at Klinger wearing a pink dress.
"You like that kind of thing?" Bobby asked noticing who Kitty was smirking at.
"Nope. Just reminds me of the runt." Kitty said finished the last sandwich.
"Who?"
"Wolverine."
"Really? The dark hair, right?" Bobby asked a little confused.
"Yeah, and hell, ain't ya ever seen Wolverine dressed up in pink before?" Kitty chuckled, as he remember one of his earlier hallucinations, while in the infirmary heavily drugged.
"I didn't think he liked pink." Bobby muttered blinking.
"Hell boy, Ya ain't missing anything." Kitty said watching the show.
"I miss a lot of things, Wolverine naked in the shower would be one of them." Bobby said.
Kitty froze then looked at Bobby. "Pansy, don't make me hurt ya."
"You ever fantasize about Wolverine?" Bobby asked innocently.
Kitty, taking a sip of coke, choked, trying not to spit it out. "That's disgusting! I think about ripping his guts out, cracking his head open, maybe even stuffing him with high powered explosives, but naked in the shower!!?!.. GET OUT!" Creed roared as he picked up the empty sandwich plate. "That's disturbing! And I killed more people than you know!"
Bobby jumped up and ran out slamming the door as a plate crashed against it, shattering the once fine china.
Jean Grey walked up the stairs as Bobby flew past her.
~Bobby? What's wrong?~ She asked him telepathically.
"Big angry mutant with claws!" Bobby shouted as he found his way downstairs and into his class room.
Jean tilted her head, red hair flipping to one side.
'I wonder what he did to get Wolverine mad.' she thought to herself walking to Scott's room.
*******
"This is what I was taking about Winchester, get your rear in gear." Colonel Potter said in his commanding voice from the glow of the TV.
"Colonel, I appreciate your need for speed, but I like too get.. " The doctor Winchester tried to exclaimed as he was bent over a patient on the ground.
"Let me put it this way. MOVE!" Potter snapped.
"You do have a way with words", Winchester muttered.
The show continued on with interruptions of commercials.
Creed laid back in his bed, momentarily forgetting about the glass by the recently fixed door. He closed his eyes.
Darkness, pain, body feels like it's on fire. Pain is my soul, eyes burning with smoke. Can't smell, nothing smells right, it's all blood, breathe through my mouth. Arms numb, cold.., legs , feet numb, pain, fire, cold dark.. water drips along the walls..., can't drink, not water.., Fire, burning.., more pain, sounds, boots clipping the cement floor in rhythm. Drops of wetness falling from the black ceiling, squealing of a rusty metal object. Eight of them in view. More behind, twelve in all, hands, cold brutal hands, metal full of rust against my skin., Fear, gripping fear panic, pain of the rusty object affectionately being dragged up and down both legs and flat stomach. They start, grab my legs..., touch.. harsh touches.. no.. it's coming and it's not pretty..
"Useless Kitty, never please a girl again" They slander.
"He never could, useless Mutant fag, just a kitty." They boast�
"Going to make sure you never please anyone, female or male alike!" They warn.
Then they swear. No! It's open, no! They have me pinned, they have it placed, no! I scream, I scream like I never have before, Pain, blood, Pain..., , no! No! NO!!!
"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Creed jolted straight up, his eyes wide, his claws gripping the wall and side of the bed, his breathing rapid and uneven, his heart races faster than an Indy500 car revs, fear grips at his brain, his eyes unseeing anything but the darkness, his body vibrating with the un forgotten pain.
Wolverine jumped, falling out of his bed with a thud.
"What the fuck!?" He shouted, getting to his feet and running out of his room not caring that he was only in his boxers.
Nightcrawler opened his door alert, Bobby in the room next to him peeked out the door as the screaming stopped. Cyclops bolted down the hall, Wolverine following.
"CREED! CREED!" Wolverine snarled slamming his fist against the splintering wooden door, no one answered.
Wolverine turned the knob, the door swung open, ignoring the pain in his feet, Logan charged in, Cyclops followed.
Creed didn't move, he just sat there in shock shaking, still dressed. "Get Beast!" Wolverine ordered Scott, who didn't argue, he just turned and ran out.
Wolverine touched Creed's shoulder. "Creed? Ya hearin' me?"
Creed started to shake more, his body covered in sweat, Logan could smell the fear in him, yet Creed didn't respond.
Nightcrawler walked up beside Logan and looked at Creed. "Kitty?" He softly whispered in his German accent.
Beast ran into the room in time. His boxers not fully buttoned up in the front. "Out." Beast ordered everyone. Wolverine and Nightcrawler reluctantly backed away.
"Both of you stay.. if you can stomach what's about to happen." Beast softly said to the two. Wolverine walked over to the door and shut it.
"Get it over with Hank." Logan muttered standing by the door.
"Kurt, sit beside Creed, if you don't mind." Beast said going into the bathroom, he brought out two towels. "He will either break down, or try and kill something."
"Have fun." Wolverine muttered as he turned and walked out. Before he reached his room's door, he heard Kitty's sobs. They didn't let up for two hours, and Wolverine laid awake listening, wondering, actually caring. Finally cursing his over sensitive hearing, he put a pillow over his black hair, and fell asleep.
**
Kurt woke up late in the day. Slowly he opened his eyes, only to see a neck, tilting his head up slightly, he stared at Creed's peaceful slumbering face.
Nightcrawler flicked his tail only to find it trapped under Kitty's leg, along with one if his own feet, the two were entangled. Sighing, the blue furred mutant put his head back on Creed's shoulder, unable to move his arm that was now under Creed's back, even though it felt like pins and needles, it was pinned good.
Nightcrawler sighed reflecting the past, light drifted under the black curtains over the window, possibly 8 hours now.
He been in the circus, he'd seen mobs against mutants, but never had Kurt seen such a big, vicious man brought down to a sobbing child before. Yet that was what happened last night, Creed cried, hugged Kurt like a teddy bear and cried. Kurt wondered if Creed had ever done that before. Such a mean S.O.B, yet what he changed into a helpless kitty cat frightened Kurt. To have someone bring down a killer, with out deadly force, it was just a chilling thought. Wolverine had problems
with Weapon X, yet Creed only went insane with it, why now? Why, Kurt's thoughts were interrupted when Creed rolled over on his side. Before the crushing rib cage fell back on his arm, Kurt moved his arm, along with his tail, but his leg remained now... between Creeds legs.
"Creed?" Kurt muttered in the room's dark stillness. "Kitty you awake?"
"Mmfffph" Creed muttered, but his breathing remained constant, he was still asleep.
"Wunderbar" Kurt sighed as he rested his head on the corner of a pillow.
***
Wolverine wandered up to Creed's room. Beast had left Kurt alone, and no one had seen anything or heard anything all day. As the mid afternoon sun started to slip behind clouds, Logan started to worry. Creed wasn't stable, not mentally at least, and now, hell who knows how he was mentally. He could of hurt Kurt by now and no one would have known.
Wolverine knocked on the door that hid Creed and Nightcrawler behind it.
Creed slowly opened his eyes. All he could see was blue. Shifting slightly Creed realized he was looking at Nightcrawler then noticed Fuzzy cuddled up to him, in his underwear. Creed blinked in confusion.
Wolverine knocked again.
"Uhhhhh," Creed grunted looking over Kurt puzzled. "Uhm who is it?" Creed blinked back the sleep, looking at the blurry room.
"Guess, you decent?" Wolverines voice called through the door.
"Am I ever?" Creed snarled looking at the blanket that was covering his legs, grabbing the edge he flipped it over Kurt. His cotton covered legs relieved of the extra heat bearing down on them.
"What you want Runt?" Creed snarled.
Wolverine turned the unlocked door knob and walked into the dark room, flicking on the light he looked down hearing the crunch under foot. "Well I did come here to see if you had killed Nightcrawler or not." he muttered.
"I don't think I did. But beyond that... don't ask." Creed muttered.
Wolverine's gaze wandered to the bed and then to Kurt cuddled up to Creed. "I won't." Wolverine grunted then looked at the pieces of glass on the floor. "What did you do?"
"Threw a plate at Bobby." Creed said trying to move Kurt away from him, it didn't help, Kurt only muttered then cuddled closer to Creed.
Wolverine cleared his throat as he watched Creed's puzzled face. "Why?"
"Why what?" Creed asked looking back up at Logan and then the off TV set.
"Why did you toss china at Bobby?"
"He asked if I fantasized about you in the shower." Creed snarled, but it sounded less then an animal, and more like a man's poor imitation of a beast.
Wolverine blinked. "Do you?"
A pillow hit Logan in the face. "Fuck no, I rather kill you, or die myself!"
"That can be arranged." Logan growled like an animal as he dropped the pillow on Creed's head.
"Don't expect any miracles." Creed snarled, then rubbed his eyes.
"Crying?"
"Eyes hurt."
"How long?"
"A while."
"I'll get Hank to check you out."
"NO! Anyone but him! I'll be nice to that red head! Just not him!" Creed snapped much too suddenly.
"Ok, ok..., I'll see what I can do." Wolverine said as he walked out turning out the light.
As Wolverine walked away he heard a loud THUMP, then soft German curses followed by an angry Creed snarling.
"Don't cuddle with me, or next time I rip your head off. How did ya get in my room any ways?"
*********
Jean sat on a chair in her sub-level laboratory. She set a pair of feather weights into thin gold frames. Putting them in a hard blue case, she picked up a hard green case that held half moon black frame bi-focal and a pair of scissors, Jean headed up to her patient.
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In a lavish Victorian style room, complete with ancient oriental rugs, decorations, and tapestries.
Three people sat around a small antique wooden table with matching chairs.
"It took you long enough to return Mystique. Any word?" A man who fancied himself as a realist and savior to all mutant kind asked one of his minions.
"None Magneto, Genosha doesn't have any records of Sabretooth what so ever. The only record they had remotely close to Creed, was a mutant named Kitty, who was rescued by the X-Men." Replied Mystique, a blue skinned, red head who could shape shift into any form.
"Kitty? Where you get this info, Mystique?" Toad, a man with well formed legs for leaping large distances asked.
"Where else? Zeekieal's office." Mystique snarled as she took a sip from the rippled edge tea cup.
"How is he for any type of a pawn?" Magneto asked lifting the long spouted tea pot.
"Unless you're tall, thin, blond, and brainless with "blow jobs" as the top skill on your resume, he won't look at you." Mystique said as she watched her employer fill Toad's cup.
"Wow a blond blow job? Would I love to be a fly on that wall." Toad joked nodding his thanks to Magneto.
"Shut up Toad. I was a fly on that wall." Mystique snapped.
"Really? How you taste?" Toad asked thinking about the flies he had for lunch.
Mystique reached over with tea cup in hand. Politely she dumped the hot contents into Toads lap.
"AHH!!!!!" Toad screamed pushing back his chair, he leapt for the door. With a *WHAMP* the door slammed shut.
"Wonderful tea, Erik." Mystique complimented as he filled her cup back up.
"Thank you, Raven." Magneto said as he put the tea pot down once more. "Raven, you realize that without Sabretooth...."
"I know Magneto, I know."
"It's been three years now. I put my plans off for three years because of him. Everything was fine until we went to that damn bar to celebrate our plan and now..." Magneto let his voice trail as he stared at the cups light brown contents.
"Yes, but you have gained so much and accomplished far more than you would have with him. Look at all the new Mutants you recruited."
"Yes, I suppose. You are right Mystique, but my one plan still calls for that brute's rages, the perfect distraction to keep the X-Men off my back."
"Have you thought of using someone else?"
"Of course, I may just have you fill in that blank spot. Everyone else has already been appointed and far too in-depth with their projects to be hauled off."
"If I must I must, but I demand a baby sitter!" Mystique snapped putting her cup down.
"Yes of course, you wouldn't want your.... darling..., little monster to fall into the wrong hands, now would you?"
"No we wouldn't"
"Why we?"
"I shall be decorating the halls with your balls if she falls into the wrong hands."
"What a pleasant picture for the holiday Mystique, thank you."
"My pleasure." She sneered.
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End Part 4
TBC Part 5
Whipblade 2002