[ Translations ]
~telepathic dialogue~
' thoughts '
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Summary : Wolverine pushes Creed to the edge, only to find that's all that was needed.
[Static X: This Is Not, is featured in here]
Sorrow After Sins:
Part 6
Static X
Creed stood on the library's balcony. His now medium length hair blew with the light early morning breeze. Squinting his unadjusted eyes, the man once known as Sabretooth smiled in happiness for the first time since he was abducted from a bar.
The fresh spring air soothed him, to a point of blissful peace. It'd been a solid year plus some months since Creed had been rescued from Genosha, and longer since Creed had ever trusted anyone less then three feet behind him. Creed took one last longing look at the manicured landscape shrouded in shadows before he turned away intending to find a beer.
Logan sat on the sofa alone in the dark den in front of the TV that was re-playing the season opener to a Baseball game. The Toronto Blue Jays verses The New York Mets, in the Sky Dome. The dark room lighted only with the glow from the TV set gave Logan the peace of mind he had been looking for since last night's X-Men conference.
Creed poked his head into the den. The noise from the TV, drew him to see who was up so late. Seeing the back of the runts head then a baseball game on the TV, that caught Creeds interest. The game more so than the runt.
Creed strolled in looking for a spot to sit. The floor or coffee table seemed to be the only choice without being beside the runt.
"Get outta the way, Goldilocks!" Logan snarled as Creed's form blocked the t.v.
"Not unless ya give me a beer." Creed smugly replied.
"I ain't giving ya a damn thing now move!" Logan demanded his temper flaring.
"Then I ain't movin'." Creed said making sure he blocked Logan's view.
"Move."
"No."
"Move it!" Logan growled as he pushed at Creeds shoulder uselessly.
"Nope."
Logan growled his teeth clinched. "Damn it! Lay down or slouch er something!"
Creed shrugged as he laid back, not meaning to, but ending up with his head in the runts lap. Masking up his shock with a look of smugness Creed grunted. "Give me a beer."
"Get. Off. My. Lap." Logan growled each word laced with venom.
"No." Creed growled back, he felt like playing with fire.
Logan looked down with a snarl on his face. The temptation to pour the contents of the bottle he held in his hand onto Creeds face was strong, but then again..."This is the last damn bottle in the whole mansion. And your not getting it." Logan stated firmly.
"Well then, guess I just gonna half ta stay here on this comfy lap o' yers." Creed said a smirk twisting his lips.
"Move your head kitty!" Logan yelled frustrated.
"Geez, first ya want me to move my body, then told me to lay down, now ya want me to move my head. Make up yer mind runt." Creed said annoyed. "And don't call me Kitty." He added as an after thought while trying to reach the bottle of beer.
"I'll call you whatever the hell I wanna." Logan snapped as he raised the bottle higher.
"Give me that!" Creed snapped as he reached up trying to grab the bottle.
"No!" Logan growled as he tried to push Creed off of his lap.
"Yes" Creed demanded.
"No! Dammit get offa me ya wanker!" Logan snarled giving up on trying to push Creed off of him.
"Am not!" Creed snapped.
"Are too. Move." Logan snapped his frustration hitting an all time high as he began missing the game now that the commercials were over.
"Make me." Creed growled his fingers just grazing the bottom of the bottle.
Logan sighed heavily. "Fine, stay there ya wanker."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not!" Creed argued as he managed to snatch the bottle.
"Shut up the games on!" Logan growled as he lost the bottle of beer.
Creed shrugged feeling as if he'd won.
Creed sipped at the tangy booze in the near empty bottle. The two watched the game in silence, now that the seventh inning started.
Logan ran his fingers through Creeds blond hair. "Glad it grew out again. Started ta get sick looking at that damn ridiculous punk style on ya." He said striking up a conversation during the start of commercials.
"It was gothic, and I ain't getting it cut again, not like THAT. Beast can shave himself, before he touches my hair again." Creed snarled as he drank the refreshing liquid.
Logan watched Creed finish the bottle. He removed his hand from Creeds head.
"How much have ya drunk runt?" Creed grunted giving back the empty bottle.
"All of it, 'round three cases." Logan replied batting Creeds hand and bottle away. "I ain't your slave." Logan protested.
Creed shrugged ignoring the last comment. "Two-fours?" Creed muttered his eyes on the televison.
"Yup" Logan said.
The two fell into silence once more as the game proceeded. Creed gave a brief yawn before shifting slightly, placing the empty bottle on the floor.
Logan reached over taking hold of a corner cushion he went to touch Creed's head when the larger mans head turned sharply, as he bolted up.
"Easy Creed." Logan soothed flopping the cushion on his lap.
Creed looked over his shoulder and glared at Logan.
"Lay back down. Yer in the way!" Logan growled as his own voice drowned out the announcers.
Creed snarled as he slowly, leaned back into the cushion.
Logan nodded as they watched the tied game.
Late night snack raids was something Remy Lebeau was a costumed to. He was making his way back from the kitchen, hoping not to run into anyone as he held the last package of twinkies in his hand.
The glow from the den seemed to draw the tall slender thief towards it. Upon sauntering into the den, Logan's head turned slightly towards the new comer and whispered. "Repeat."
Remy nodded as he walked to the couch and saw Creed looking rather cozy in Logan's lap. Remy gave a questioning gaze to Logan, who shrugged and patted the couch cushion beside him.
Remy who normally would just jump over the back of the couch, seemly poured himself over the arm and made as little movement as possible.
"Should I ask mon ami?" Remy whispered to Logan.
Logan smirked and shook his head. "Tell ya later."
Remy nodded as he quietly opened the twinkies and munched watching the ending of the game.
"Need 'elp movin' de body?" Remy smirked motioning towards Creeds sleeping form.
Logan shook his head no as he gently moved Creed's head off his lap and slid out from under the blond hair. Slowly laying Creeds head back onto the cushion, now on the couch, Logan stood up and stretched.
"Should we leave him like dat mon ami?" Remy asked smirking at Creed.
"Think we can move him?" Logan muttered.
"Looks light enough." Remy shrugged as he walked towards the end of the coffee table.
"Where do ya think your gonna put him?" Logan asked the tall aubran haired X-Men.
"On de couch." Remy said bending down to take a hold of Creeds legs.
"Sounds good." Logan grunted flicking off the T.V., with the remote before bending down. Logan took a hold of Creeds shoulders, who only stirred slightly.
Remy took a hold of Creeds legs, the two hefted Creed up, who suddenly lashed out.
Remy gave a shout of surprise as he was kicked back against the T.V., Logan received a hard punch to the side of his head, he reeled back and released Creed.
"Shit!" Logan spat as Creed had jumped to his feet and became cornered between the wall and the two X-Men.
Remy didn't move, Creed looked frightened and confused.
Logan stood still, he smelt the fear, let alone see it in Creed who snarled with his wild eyes darting between both of them and the door.
"Creed! Stop being a bitch." Logan snarled.
"Mon ami, we 'ave him cornered." Remy pointed out, unsure how or where to move. Someone so deadly just waking up in an unfamiliar place proved dangerous for everyone more times then not. Logan proved that when he first came to the mansion.
Logan growled. "Yeah so?"
"Remember 'ow you were first 'ere?" Remy said.
Creed tensed.
Logan snarled. "Ah shit."
Creed lunged for the coffee table, grabbing the empty beer bottle he brought it up against the underside of the table, breaking the bottle.
Logan went to make a grab for Creed, who in turn, kicked the coffee table towards Remy, and thrusted the jaded glass towards Logan.
Logan snarled as he caught the glass in the shoulder, just missing his collarbone. Pushing hard, Creed managed to unbalance Logan as he made for the door.
Remy pushed the table away from his leg that throbbed. "You not be slaughtering today!" Remy yelled at Creed. Three cards emerged from his overcoats sheave, charging them in his hand, Remy tossed the cards.
Creed growled as something bright flashed past his neck. The first card hit the door frame, the bright explosion forced Creed back into the other two cards. With a howl of rage Creed went down on his knees.
Logan snarled as he came up behind Creed. Grabbing a hold of his foe, by the back of the hair, Logan hoisted Creed to his feet roughly.
Snarling, Creed struggled twisting, his hands and few claws trying to get a hold of something. Logan landed a solid punch to Creeds ribs.
Creed howled as his elbow reared back catching Logan in the arm.
Remy was upon the two at the time, he kicked at Creed's legs forcing the tall man down once more, against Logan.
Logan wrapped his arm around Creeds neck cutting off his air. Creed wheezed.
Remy kicked at Creeds leg before touching the ex-Marauders side.
Creed panicked, his vision blurred from the explosion. He kicked and struggled only being forced down to the ground. He felt his upper body being held tightly against someone. He could smell the two, he knew the scents, but he didn't place them as friends.
Remy knelt down beside Creed taking a hold of the big wrists. "Wha' we do now mon ami?"
Logan snarled as he avoided Creeds tossing head. "Get him still! Damn ass can't see!" Logan growled.
Remy released one of Creeds arms as Logan took a hold of it. The Cajun then grabbed a hold of Creeds knee, placing his fingers just above the joint he squeezed.
Creeds leg shot out straight and froze as it hit the floor. Remy sat on the other leg.
Creed snarled as he was pinned, he waited for the pain, for the hands, he shivered and waited trying to lash out in vain, he snarled and growled, but couldn't see as bright spots cluttered his eyes.
"Whoever gave him the name Kitty mustn't had to hold him down!" Logan grunted over one of Creeds loud snarls.
"Oui, who ever gave de name Kitty must of been ..oaf" Remy was cut off as the leg he was sitting on bent, Creeds knee caught Remy in the groined.
Logan growled as Creed started to still. "Ya ok Cajun?"
"non. pain." Remy gasped out unable to let go of Creed.
Creed rapidly blinked his eyes as the spots faded from his vision. Looking up at the white textured ceiling, he turned he head to see Gambit whimpering in pain at his knees. Shifting his head against a chest, Creed looked up and saw Logan. Creed looked slowly around to see no one else but the three of them in a silent dark room of the mansion. Creed growled as he realized he was still in the den.
"Let go of me." Creed demanded in a crude snarl.
Remy was the first to comply as he practically rolled off of Creed to tend to his personal wound.
Logan was more reluctant. "Where are ya Creed?" He asked slowly.
"Den, X-Mansion, let go of me." Creed snapped.
"Gonna try anything again?" Logan asked his arms loosening slightly.
Creed gave a puzzled expression and shook his head no. Logan let go.
Creed got to his feet as did Logan and a still tender Remy Lebeau.
Not wanting to really ponder on what just happened or how, Creed stalked out of the den and headed for his room.
Logan and Remy watched him go.
"Mon ami, dat hurt." Remy complained.
Logan smirked. "I bet it did. Need an ice pack?"
"NON!" Remy's eyes grew big. "Non, Gambit be fine."
"Suit yer self. 'Night." Logan shrugged as he strolled out of the den.
*******
The sunlight poured into the class room. The bright rays fell gently over the desks and a dozen kids heads as they pondered over their test.
Logan, standing at his desk in front of the class, growled, as he caught the scent of Creed nearby. His classroom was silent as the test continued on.
Big bad Wolverine brought to the level of a high school teacher. It was something Logan did not want Creed to know about.
"Don't move out o' ya seats n' don't talk when yer done." Logan snarled as he walked out of the class room.
Curious looks followed him out but no one dared to make a move or sound.
"Where do ya think your going?" Logan asked, the near empty lobby echoing his voice.
Creed turned around taking his hand off the door knob. Seeing Logan, Creed sneered "Away from here."
"Really? Planning on coming back?" Logan asked stopping at the stair case.
"Nope." Creed said.
"Suggest ya take a gun." Logan said crossing his arms while leaning against the railing a little ways from Creed and the door.
"Why?" Creed asked putting his hand on the door knob again.
"Look at yerself Creed. Next to looking like a pansy with that hair and a geek with them glasses, yer too recognizable. Without yer healin' factor or heighten senses, yer a walkin' target." Logan stated.
"Yeah? So. I've always been a walkin' target." Creed snarled swinging open the door.
"Everyone you hurt is outside that door. " Logan started but got cut off as Creed butted in.
"Big deal, it's my life story." Creed muttered waving a dismissive hand.
"Everyone who wants to kill you is out there. If they see you, if you get just one nick, they'll know, and they'll know where you are, and that you won't get up after being shot in the heart or head or liver or gut or lungs. You'll die and the person who kills you will become rich and famous, not because they are good, but because they just killed you. And that person is going to be more feared than anyone else out there, because he just killed the mighty Sabretooth." Logan stated coldly.
Creed paused a step out the doorway, he looked out into the bright daylight, then back to Logan standing in the dull mansion.
The threat of being hunted didn't concern Creed, but the last part made him furious.
"Alright runt, Ya win. Happy?" Creed snarled.
"Nope, get back in here." Logan demanded.
"I don't wanna." Creed protested looking out at the sky and the day light.
"I ain't gonna help ya when you fall down the stairs." Logan snapped.
Creed looked down at all the stairs and shivered.
"Ya win hair ball." Creed growled as he walked back inside to the dark jailhouse. "Ya just wanna kill me yourself." Creed muttered heading towards the den.
"Ya? Wha' makes ya so sure?" Logan snorted walking towards his class.
"'Cuz the person I hurt the most, is you." Creed muttered walking away.
*********
Holding a small hand held video relay camera Toad stared at the blue face of Mystique.
"I swear it was him!" Toad cried at Mystique.
"The only way Victor would ever consider staying at the X-geeks' school, is if he thought we were dead. And that doesn't even explain it." Mystique hissed as interference fizzed the video.
"He didn't look the same, but I swear it was him!" Toad once again whined.
"Listen frog face. Even if it was, how could we make sure? You said he only opened the door and stepped out, then back in and that was once. ONCE!"
"Can't you?" Toad muttered to the small box.
"Can't I what? There's a blood hound in there remember? NO matter how good my disguise is, He'd smell me."
"Then we need someone who he don't know."
"There's no one here that he doesn't know." Mystique snapped.
"Ya there is, but she's only 4."
"NO!"
"Come on, She'll need to learn." Toad said pleadingly.
"NO!"
"Mystique!"
"NO! That's final, NO!" Mystique snapped turning off the radio.
Toad looked at the dark silent box and sighed as he focused his attention back to the mansion.
A bleach haired boy sitting alone near the fence caught his attention.
***********
The once fierce man known to all as Sabretooth, lay sprawled on the sofa in the X- mansions den. His shaggy blond hair fell around his neck. The short hair now grown out and trimmed even with his bangs, flared just brushing the man's squared shoulders.
Dark eyes half closed and filled with boredom, watched the channels fizzed in and out as they changed.
The excitement of teenagers laughing as they ran down the hall was long forgotten by Creed who seemed to be nearing the fragile fringe of sleep. Just as Creed closed his eyes with the TV stopped on the weather channel, the phone rang.
Creed's eyes snapped open as he flicked off the TV and hollered to the empty den.
"PHONE!" No one replied as the phone rang again.
"PHONES RINGING!" He yelled again to no one.
"SOMEONE GET THE PHONE!" He shouted as the phone rang for the eighth time.
"I'LL GET THE PHONE!" He snapped his throat feeling hoarse now.
Reaching over the sofa's arm, he fumbled with the receiver before finally getting it to his ear.
"Wha' ya want?" He hoarsely answered, reaching for his glass of water on the floor.
"Is this the school for mutants?" A small female voice nervously asked over the line.
"There's kids here." He said taking a drink of water.
"Are, can, will, are you accepting new students?" She asked, her nervousness fumbling her speech.
"Uhm dunno." He replied his throat feeling better.
"You think I could uhm, like enroll or something? Unless there isn't enough room, " she asked worried.
"Naw there's gotta be room. Wha' ya do?" He asked to the other person on the phone.
"Uhm set a barn on fire, and the sheep came out cooked and prepackaged." Her voice caught in despair.
"Really?" He questioned in near disbelief.
"Yes, why? is that starting to become normal?" she asked curiously, her nervousness fading from her voice.
"Naw, setting a barn on fire ain't new. The shrink wrapped sheep are." He told the person on the other end bluntly.
"Well, do you think I could enroll? Maybe stay there? or at least see the place?"
"Yeah, uh I dunno." Creed said putting his glass of water on the floor.
"Are you really dumb?" she accused.
"No. I just dunno much about the place." Creed snapped.
"Then, why are you answering the phones?"
"I normally don't." He growled annoyed at the questions.
"Well, could I come over to see someone who knows if I can enroll?"
"Uh huh. How about one? Uh, Today?" Creed paused.
"I'll be there."
"Ya sure. Ok, one." Creed nodded confirming more with himself then the person on the other end of the line.
"How do I get there from Manhattan?"
"Damn I dunno. You found the number didn't ya? Ya can find the address." He snapped.
"And someone will be there?"
"Someone will be." Creed snarled.
"Someone other than you?"
Creed rolled his eyes. "Someone other than me, yes."
"Ok, thank you."
"One." He said as a goodbye hanging up the phone.
"Nutcase." He grumbled as he picked up the clicker and started to surf the channels once more.
The bellowing DING DONG awoke the man now known around the mansion as Kitty, from his light nap on the sofa in the darkened den. Grunting, he slowly wiped the sleep from his eyes as the door bell rang a second time. Yawning Creed opened his eyes and sat up.
"Door." Creed muttered fighting back the blanket of sleep.
Getting to his feet, the door bell rang in a continuous Ding Dong, echoing throughout the empty halls. He looked around the empty den and the dark hallway behind the couch.
Before heading out, Creed rotated his shoulders and cracked his neck getting the stiffness out of his joints as he hollered to the ghostly hallways.
"SOMEONE GET THE DOOR!" His voice echoed only to be drowned out by the next Ding Dong.
"Shouldn't of slept on the couch." Creed scolded himself.
"I'LL GET THE DOOR!" Creed hollered between annoying Dongs. Finally reaching the front lobby Creed swung open the big heavy door. With a scrawl plastered on his face he growled "WHAT!?"
"I..h..ha..had an appointment." A soft voice muttered gently at the man in front of her.
"Packaged Road Kill?" Creed asked looking around outside.
"Mmhmm." She muttered.
Creed looked down at her, surprised he intimidated her just a little. She sounded younger standing before him. He gave her the once over.
She struggled for balance on her platform sandals, her pink toe nails sticking out, they attached to long well formed legs with knobby knees, her short black leather mini skirt left little to the imagination. Her belly ring looked interesting as a skull dangled on the end. She wore a sheer type of top that floated around her rib cage, the pink top let everyone see the black lace bra underneath. Creed looked at the girls hands, rings of all shapes and sizes covered all ten of her fingers, her nails were also pink. Finally taking a look at the 5'6 girl's face, he smiled slightly. She was very pretty, looked around 15. Her five eyebrow rings, two lip rings, three nose rings and about a dozen ear rings hid her childish features behind metals. Her pink lips turned into a smile as her pink eyes danced over him. Creed became reminded of strawberries as he faintly caught her scent.
"You dye yer hair?" Creed asked stepping inside the lobby letting her in.
"No, that's my real color." The girl said with a hint of sadness hovering in her voice.
"Really? It's a pretty shade." Creed replied looking around for anyone other than the girl.
"I wish it was black." The girl said.
"I think pink looks good on ya." Creed said then looked at the yellow flyer on a far wall, one he didn't even know was there.
"Stay here, I'm gonna find someone for ya." Creed said walking down the darkened hallways, leaving the girl in pink alone at the lobby.
Creed strolled down the hallways wondering if anyone was still in the mansion. He had forgotten about the field trip the X-geeks and X-geeks-to-be were going on. Passing by the English and computer classes Creed headed for the garage.
Low whispering and the sound of movement caught Creed's attention, he turned down a different corridor following the noises, Creed came to a classroom with the lights on and kids inside. Knocking on the door, Creed waited for the X-geek-teacher to yell come in.
Logan opened the door, suspicious of the scent he caught. Actually seeing Creed at the class room door came as a surprise to the Canadian.
"Wha' ya do now?" Logan asked figuring Creed broke something again.
"Nothin'!" Creed snapped looking at his once hated foe. "A kid's here fer a tour n' stuff."
Logan looked back into the class room, then at Creed. Shoving a text book into Creed's hands unexpectedly, he snarled. "Read pages 20 to 55 to them. Hand out the work sheets on the desk. I'll be back before the bell." With that Logan stalked off down the dark hallways.
"Wha? Ya off yer rocker?" Creed accused as Logan got further away.
Logan growled back as he turned a corner.
"I CAN'T TEACH!" Creed yelled after Logan.
"YOU CAN TOO!" Came three familiar shrieking voices from inside the classroom.
Stepping into the large room, Creed frowned seeing Bobby and two girls that Bobby hung around with.
Walking to the desk with the upside down text book in hand, Creed eyed the ten kids in the room.
"Pansy, start reading." Creed growled as he sat on Logan's desk.
"Uhm, but Mr. Logan said.." Bobby started but was cut off.
"YA DO WHAT I SAY!" Creed snarled loudly.
Shrinking back in his chair, Bobby started to read. Once Bobby stopped, Jubilee, who sat behind Bobby, started to read the next paragraph.
Creed smirked as he watched the over cast sky out the window, not really paying attention to the kids who were reading out loud. When the last one finished the last page, Creed picked up some blank worksheets off the desk and flopped them onto a big Russian boys desk.
"Hand 'em out." Creed demanded. The boy nodded as he stood and passed the papers around.
Creed started to play with Logan's globe on the corner of the desk as the kids worked on their papers.
Kathryn Pryde, one of the few teenagers who had been able to watch T.V. in Kitty's room, watched as the man played with the few toys on Mr. Logan's desk. She smiled to herself thinking that the longer shaggy hair looked much better on him than the gothic hair cut he had been forced to wear for a full year. She stopped looking at Kitty and started figuring out a trick question on her sheet.
Jubilee looked at the man who often caused Wolverine more pain and suffering than anyone. He did look rather handsome with the gold framed glasses as he sat spinning the globe while eyeing the push pins.
Bobby Drake watched Kitty warily. Ever since the tall man had tossed a plate at him, tried to push him down the stairs and continuously call him pansy, Bobby tried his hardest to avoid him. Bobby glanced at his paper then at Kitty who was now sticking thumb tacks into the globe and didn't seem to be paying attention to the kids.
Bobby scribbled a note then passed it to Kathren Pryde.
"HEY! I SAW THAT!" Creed snarled as he hopped off the desk and snatched the note from Pryde's hand.
Quickly reading the note, Creed smirked.
' Kit Kat:
Whos ass do U like best? Logan or Kitty?
I could oogle over Kitty's all day! '
Creed smirked looking at Bobby. "Yeah?"
All kids eyes went right to Creed and Bobby.
"Ok, Pansy put your eyes back on yer paper or I'm gonna shove them up your own ass." Creed snarled as he sat back on Logan's desk.
"Kitten. If yer agreeing with him, ya can always sleep with me, I'll show you what a real man can do." Creed smirked with a wink. Knowing too well it would never happen, he wouldn't allow it, nor would anyone else in the mansion.
The class busted up finally getting the gist of the note.
"Get back ta work!" Creed snarled as all heads went down, except a pink faced Kitten Pryde.
Slipping the note into the top drawer of Logan's desk, right where Logan would see it. Bored, Creed started to flip through the text book. Before long the kids started to get off their butts and pile the work sheets on the edge of Logan's desk. Creed ignored most, smiled at Kathryn and Jubilee, Then tried to claw Bobby. As Bobby ran back to his desk, Creed swore the boy wet himself.
Looking at the 12 or so kids looking back at him, Creed finally snarled. "How long till this damn jailhouse class is over?"
"Ten minutes" Bobby blurted out.
"Don"t talk till I tell ya!." Creed yelled at Bobby, who tried to disappear in his seat.
"Ten bloody minutes, what does the Runt do?" Creed asked.
A girl with blond tight curly hair slowly raised her hand.
"Yes bad hair day?" Creed pointed out.
"He talks, sir." The girl with bad hair and a strange necklace replied.
"Oh." Creed said. "Alright, well what's this class called? Jail? Too much white paper? or Putting up with Logan?"
Some kids chuckled at the last one.
Creed spotted a blond boy in the back row. "Surfer, Wha's it called?"
"Logan's tactical training one oh one." Alex stated simply.
"Simple title for simple minds." Creed sneered. "If this is some sort o' tactic class, then why the hell are you learning about Rome? Sunshine girl!" Creed demanded.
"By studying other societies tactics and battle forms, we can learn and use them later on." Jubilee said not liking Mr. Kitty's new name for her.
"Will it help ya in the field? Kitten?" Creed asked.
"Like, ya. Just knowing the old moves, we can like, trick our opponents who probably just know the new moves or street fighting." Kathryn Pryde replied.
Creed nodded liking the answer. "Is any other X-geek teaching about Rome? Toilet fire." Creed asked a bleach blond haired boy.
"Ms. Munroe is." St. John replied not liking toilet added to his name.
"She teaching this tactic stuff too? Hmm, Ruskie?" Creed asked the boy who handed out the worksheets.
"No sir. Ms. Munroe teach society, slavery and currency. She no mention Gladiators or Wars much." Peter replied in broken English.
"Anyone else teaching about Rome?" Creed asked looking at a short thin boy with glasses. "Shrimpy." The kid looked up and nodded. "Mrs. Grey is." He meekly said.
"Wha' she doin'?" Creed asked.
"Makin' us read a book." The kid replied shyly.
"Kitten, what book?" Creed snapped.
"Slaves of Catalina." Kathryn Pryde answered quickly.
"She mentioning anything else about Rome?" Creed demanded.
"No. Just work sheets on the book." Kathryn said.
Creed gave a lop sided smile.
"How much time did we waste?" Creed asked.
Bad hair day blurted out. "Five minutes."
Creed narrowed his eyes at her but only nodded. "Do ya all wanna be X-geeks too?" Creed asked the class.
Various head nods and shakes came from the kids.
Just then the door opened and Logan strolled in.
"No recruiting on grounds Kitty." Logan said calmly to Creed before turning to the girl in pink. "This is the Tactical Training class. We meet here when we're not in the gym. When we are, this doubles as the Health room." Logan said.
"Who teaches this class?" The girl in pink asked looking at all the kids in the room.
"I do." Logan said.
"Then what's he doing sitting on your desk?" The girl in pink asked.
"Ask n' for a new hair cut." Logan snarled seeing the globe and empty tack container.
Creed immediately jumped off the desk and lopsidedly grinned at Logan.
The class giggled.
"Pinky, Wha's your name?" Creed asked.
The girl smiled. "Pinky will do."
Creeds lop sided grin widened.
"Ya back now Runt?" Creed anxiously asked Logan, wanting nothing more than to run from this horror class.
"Nope." Logan said standing inside the classroom as the bell rang.
The other kids all rose and started to walk out of the class, saying hi and their names to Pinky.
"Gladiator, the movie will be on this Friday in the den!" Logan hollered at them. "Test on it Monday!" Various groans and moans erupted as the kids finished filing out.
Logan chuckled as he walked Pinky out of the room.
Creed followed but didn't listen as Logan talked to Pinky about this and that and where this was and what that's called. Once Logan reached the den Creed jumped over the back of the couch and flopped down searching the floor for the clicker.
Switching on TNN Creed started to watch Monster Jam airing from the Sky Dome.
******
Jean Grey strolled the hallways with a mission. Her telepathic abilities would be proven handy for tracking a certain misplaced big blond mutant with homicidal tendencies, but she knew better than to try it again with Creed. She strolled into the den as the Monster Jam credits rolled.
"Hey red." Creed grunted not turning around.
Jean smiled as she walked to the couch, resting her folded arms on the back. "How are you doing today?"
"Good." Creed said turning his head to see her face peering over his shoulder.
"How's the anti-bionics working?" Jean asked, her voice light but serious.
"Am I 'spose ta sleep so much?"
"Mmm, that would be the side effect of so many different ones, I'll look into that. Anything else?" Jean asked, her green eyes looking intently at Creed.
"Nope, just tired, bored, wanna go outside."
"Don't blame you. I would like a follow up just to make sure everything is still fine." Jean requested.
"Aww, doc it's been six months." Creed jokingly whined.
"Very funny. How's after dinner?" Jean asked.
"'kay." Creed agreed displeased.
Jean smiled uncrossing her arms and standing. "See you around Seven."
"Later Red." Creed grunted as she left.
*****
The medium sized room housed two counters, a coffee maker a small table with five chairs and a cabinet full of supplies.
Scott Summers stood in front of the bulletin board looking over the new semesters schedule while sipping at his coffee.
Logan stood by the coffee maker waiting impatiently for it to finish dripping, he casted an angry glance at Scott now and then.
Jean Grey strolled into the staff lunch room. "Hello Scott." She smiled as she prepared her cup for the still dripping coffee, she left her cup near the maker knowing it was useless to pry Logan away from it.
"What movie were we going to see tonight?" Scott asked his full attention now directed to the love of his life.
"Oh! That's right. We were going to see the 7:30 show." Jean shook her head, she forgot about her date. "Can we make it for the 9:00 one instead?" She asked her voice almost pleading.
Scott quirked a brow. "Sure Jean. But why?"
"I have to do Creed's physical tonight at Seven." Jean explained.
"Oh." Scott paused, his eyes narrowed but they weren't visible under his ruby quartz glasses.
"Sure Jean. Let's catch the Nine O'clock show."
Jean frowned at her lovers tone, she only nodded rather than get into another argument with Scott.
"Can't Hank do it?" Logan asked as he poured Jean's then his coffee.
"No." Jean said her voice flat.
Logan and Scott exchanged glances.
******
Logan strolled into the den after getting Pinky settled in, having chatted with his class, as well as just starting a fourth bottle of Whiskey. Bottle in hand, Logan leaned over the back of the sofa. As he glanced down at Creed he recalled the very act Scott demanded to be instated on Creed. It wasn't something Logan looked forward too. But it seemed like the only way that would keep Creed down and away from Jeannie.
He knew all about Creed's adventures in Genosha, or as much as Hank told him.
"Creed, wakey wakey." Logan said reaching down he shook Creed's shoulder roughly.
Creed yawned opening his eyes, he saw Logan's smiling face and smelt the booze. "That's not a sight I wanna see." Creed commented.
"Don't care." Logan stated firmly as he rested his elbows on the back of the sofa. "Kids liked ya teaching."
"Naw the didn't." Creed said dismissing the notion.
"Yup surprisingly, they did. Yer taking over my tactics class for now on." Logan simply stated.
"I ain't teaching them pups." Creed growled.
"Yes you are. Ya wanna stay here, ya gotta pull your own weight. And just to make sure ya do," Logan growled as he hopped up on to the back of the sofa. "I gonna do something too you each time you don't."
Creed didn't move as Logan lowered himself over the back of the couch.
"Every time ya don't teach when yer suppose ta." Logan growled deeply, his erection pressing his denims against Creeds abdomen. "I'm gonna do something to ya."
"Not in this life time!" Creed snarled pushing Logan.
"In this life time! Here and now!" Logan snarled as he quickly grabbed a hold of Creeds bangs. "Suck me like the damn whore you are." Logan demanded.
"Rrah! Fuck you!" Creed snarled reaching to untangle his hair from Logan's grasp.
"That's what I'm planning to do to you." Logan smirked, his sharp teeth only inches from Creeds face.
Logan grasped Creeds hand that feverishly attacked his fingers. Pulling hard on Creed's hair, he forced Creeds head up.
Creed struggled as he clawed and pushed at Logan trying to force the smaller, heavier man off of him.
Logan growled as he pressed his lips to Creeds. Dodging the punches from Creed, Logan gently dropped the Whiskey bottle on the floor.
Creed pushed at Logan's shoulder. The dark haired runt pushed hard against Creeds own arm, pinning it against the couch back.
Logan then took hold of Creeds free arm as he pulled back his head allowing Creed to breath.
"What ya say Creed? Gonna take it like a man? Or be all fussy like a damn girl?"
Creed growled as he twisted unable to actually move as his scalp felt like it was going to be yanked off his skull. Kicking he tried to connect his legs against Logan's hard enough to dislodge the threat.
"I got a healing factor Creed." Logan reminded "Kick me there, and I won't be out and limping like the Cajun." With his fast reflexes, Logan shoved one knee between Creeds legs, ramming high Creeds eyes widened in fear as Logan just brushed against his thighs where he couldn't feel.
"Hump me Creed." Logan smirked as he started to nip at Creeds throat.
Creed snarled as he turned his head to the side, refusing to submit. "Never!" he spat.
Logan roughly removed his hand from the tangled strands of hair in order to undo his zipper.
Creed's eyes widen. "Logan... no.. please.. no." Creed whimpered feeling Logan's hard on.
"Yes, Kitty, and right now." Logan growled.
************
The Professor rolled behind his desk, reading a scribbled note, that made about as much sense as Logan normally ever does.
'New kid.
In Den.
Logan.'
Professor Xavier looked at Polly Anna Janie sitting in a chair in front of him. If Logan need anything...
~Ororo, would you mind checking on Logan in the den?~
Xavier sent the mental request to one of his first students.
~On my way, Professor.~ Ororo replied mentally.
Ororo Munroe walked into the den. "Logan." She started seeing the Canadian sitting against the arm of the sofa with one bare leg hanging over the back.
"What?" Logan choked out while taking a sip from a Whiskey bottle.
"You wanted anything?" Ororo asked seeing the weather channel on, the coffee table out of place again and the end table tipped over.
"New kid." Logan grunted threw clinched teach.
"That's all?" Ororo asked poised to leave.
"Yup." Logan replied.
As Ororo started to close the door Logan groaned loudly then muttered. "Stop teasin' me already."
Ororo turned around studying Logan, then it hit her. Logan's hand was rubbing someone else on the couch. Leaving quickly Ororo headed towards Xavier's office.
She strolled into the office without a knock.
Xavier looked up and away from Polly Anna Janie. "Did Logan need anything else?" he asked.
"No. Just to say there is a new child." Ororo replied.
Xavier nodded.
Polly Anna Janie studied the woman with contrast hair and skin. "Hi, I'm Pinky." She chirped.
"Hello Pinky." Ororo said to the girl before turning back to the professor, "Perhaps you should let Logan know that..intercourse shouldn't be performed in public places." Ororo suggested as she left.
"Sex?" Pinky chirped looking at the man known as Professor Xavier.
"Yes Pinky, you are allowed to have sex. But it is not permitted in public places, and protection is a must." Xavier replied.
Pinky smiled thinking of the few cute boys she had met briefly and wondering just how much she can piss her mother off for sending her away.
****
Kitty laid on his stomach, his eyes staring at the floor as he whimpered and trembled. He didn't want to see Logan's face, didn't want to acknowledge the other man's pleasure, he just didn't want to be there.
Logan smiled as he thrusted into his enemy. Logan liked this, taking anything and everything he wanted from Creed and not having to give anything in return. Logan howled with his third release, looking down at Creed, Logan started to wonder if his own satisfaction of keeping Creed down was worth it.
Kitty looked back over his shoulder at Logan, with a few tears streaming down his checks. Logan started all over again.
Logan looked down at Creed when he was done. "Ya look pathetic like that." Logan grunted at Creed who didn't move.
The larger man was cuddled up under Logan, whimpering softly.
Logan sighed as he got off of Creed and did up his jeans before he pulled the larger man's track pants and boxers elastic up over Creed's used ass. Logan paused wondering what to do now that Creed passed out.
Carrying Creed like a lifeless bride down the hall ways was not Logan's definition of fun. Logan was relieved that he didn't meet anyone on the way to Creeds room.
Kicking open the door, Logan then flopped Creed onto the bed in the darkened room.
"Next time ya lose weight, lose more of it." Logan growled looking over Creed. Logan realized just how much weight Creed lost, and how little he had only started to regain. Rolling his eyes, Logan sat on the edge of the bed and removed Creed's shoes and socks.
Logan ran his fingers over something he never seen before. The tops of Creed's feet were scarred. Gently lifting Creed's foot, Logan looked at the other man's heel. It wasn't as bad, some scars but nothing that still seemed to be tender. Rolling up Creed's pants cuffs, Logan traced his fingers up the scars. "How did ya get 'em there?" Logan asked Creed, who didn't reply but shifted, his top bunching around the collar.
Logan rolled his eyes. "Now I know what Scott was complaining about."
Reaching over, Logan slowly unbuttoned Creeds top. Maneuvering Creed's limp arms, Logan slipped the top off.
"There ya happy?" Logan snarled sarcastically.
Standing up the man known as Wolverine gazed down at his worst enemy. The peaceful face of Victor Creed in slumber gave no clue as to what this monster had done in the past. Or what was done to him, with the exception of the now growing out hair and fading scars.
Logan let his eyes wander over Creed, inspecting for more odd wounds. Along Creed's chest various light scars cris-crossed here and there. They looked more or less like nails, knives and maybe whip markings. Some deep teeth marks made a ring on Creed's shoulder, the bruises had all long ago disappeared.
Logan's eyes trailed down Creed's chest, following the blond hair to the navel. Odd scratches surrounded the navel and appeared to go lower.
Logan slowly reached down, careful not to disturbed Creed, although the Canadian doubted that he would wake up with just a touch.
Lowering the fleece, Logan followed the odd shaped scars lower, to Creed's undergarments elastic. Slowly taking a hold of the white boxer elastic, Logan crept the material lower till the scars abruptly stopped. Logan studied them, but couldn't make out what they were. Letting the elastic go it snapped back into place.
Creed whimpered in his sleep.
Logan looked at Creed's pants. The thought of seeing how far the scars on his feet and shins traveled, occurred to him.
Logan had wiggled Creed's pants off and traced the scars that ran from toes to knees, then the wider ones from mid thigh, to crotch. Logan rubbed Creed's chest out of sympathy. Never in his life had he ever wished such punishment to be placed on anyone. So Creed was an S.O.B, and a damn mean one. But this, this... Logan shook his head... This was the lowest anyone could go.
Logan looked at the man now in a deep sleep. "No wonder yer so passive." he said out loud.
Covering Creed up with the black duvet Logan walked out of the room, locking the door.
*****
Creed whimpered as he washed Logan off of him. Hours after waking up, he could still hear each pant, each grunt. Still feel the way their skin slid against each other, the way Logan's hands glided across him.
Creed scrubbed his already red skin harder. He felt dirty, worse than Genosha. He actually is the whore they kept saying he was.
Creed kicked at the water. It wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair! His body was healed, cover in scars but healed. He had to wear glasses to see now, he kept his face free from any facial hair because of the itch, and now, now he was Logan's whore..
Letting the water spray on his chest, Creed slumped against the warm wet tub surround. "It ain't fair." he muttered aloud to the air. "It just ain't fair!"
Pushing the shower curtain out of his way, Creed stepped out of the bathtub. Creed wiped the steam off of the mirror with his hand. He studied himself in it.
The way his hair now hung freely around his face and shoulders. The way his shaven face and shadowed eyes gave him a mysterious look. The way his body now reaped with the benefits of working out daily in the gym and all that time he spent on the treadmill and lifting weights.
Creed reflected on his past face. The bright eyes that glared white with rage, his wild and untamed hair whipping in the wind, the way his muscles rippled with power. His fangs and that snarl. His claws, the saliva that dripped down his chin awaiting for the taste of fresh blood and fear. The way he was feared.
Creed then got a flash of a broken creature hanging in shackles and chains, tears streaming down his dirty face as objects made their deep marks on his skin, breaking the flesh. The itch and mattered hair, the vulnerableness, weakness and powerlessness. With words echoing in his head: Yes, master. Yes, master...., yes master.
Creed flinched away, then looked back at his face now, with the glasses and growing out hair. Creed growled.
"I HATE THIS!" He roared slamming his fist into the mirror ignoring the blood dripping down his hand.
Creed grabbed the shower curtain and ripped it off of the plastic hooks, bringing the curtain rod down. Creed roared as he cleared the bathroom counter around the sink with a sweep of his arm. Pill bottles crashed to the floor popping opening as a hundred multi-colored pills scattered across the wet tiled floor. Brushes and combs clanked to the floor followed by a tooth brush, toothpaste and Creed's glasses that shattered. A stick of arm and hammer deodorant skidded across the tiles and bumped against the downed curtain rod.
Lines and the light stream
Screaming by me scream
Burned down
Not me you see me suffer
Haunted by your spirit
Undead by your spit
Taunted by yourself alive
Creed growled as he grabbed the towel bar between the sink and tub and ripped it off the wall, screws and caulking hit the floor.
Creed then kicked the linen closet shelves dumping the clean folded towels into a heap on the floor mixing with the dirty laundry.
Creed batted the toilet paper roll sitting on the back of the toilet into the water. Punching a hole in the door that swung open on impact, Creed tore out of the bathroom, still naked.
Dazed and burning state
Hazed and spinning fate
Dazed and burning ( burning, burning )
I say I can't come
You say this isn't home
Hating this I mouth your name
Grabbing the first thing he came to, that happened to be a dresser drawer, Creed tore it out of it's confines and rammed the hard oak wood against the wall, scattering the boxers onto the floor. The drawer broke apart at the seams as it hit the wall and dropped.
Kicking the middle drawer inward the wood splintered digging slivers into Creed's bare foot. Roaring in pain and slightly more enraged, Creed slammed his fist into the lampshade on top the dresser. The dust gray rippled shade crunched between Creed's fist and the wall. The dresser drawers continued to become kindling as Creed ripped them out and tossed the articles of clothing around the room, some even torn by the few claws on Creeds hands.
This is not my life
This is not my home
This is not me
Creed punched a hole in the drywall by the dresser.
I hate this
Creed then kicked the small wall, piercing a hole through drywall and tiles, right threw to the bathroom.
This is not my life
This is not my home
This is not me
Victor Creed gave a roar as he picked up the dumb bells in the corner. Tossing one of the largest weights through the bed room door. It crashed a hole in the wood only to be stopped after partial embedment into the drywall across the hallway.
I hate this
Grabbing the other weights, Creed tossed one at the dresser, the smaller weight crunched into a bottom drawer knocking a knob off. slamming the third dumb bell into the closet behind the room door, Creed kicked the other weight against his treadmill. A few small weight disks were tossed into the wall behind him. Creed found a new target.
Your voice in my mind
Come home it ain't time
Burned down
Not me you see me suffer
Solace to inspire
Lowness to my fire
Taunted by yourself alive
The black drapes gave way as their material was shredded by five sharp claw marks down the middle.
Dazed and burning state
Hazed and spinning fate
Dazed and burning
Creed roared as he ripped his TV out of the wall and chucked it into the still running shower.
burning
The water and electricity sizzled as smoke started to fill the room, sparks flickered out of the bathtub jumping into the air.
burning
The lights flickered in the room.
I say I can't come
You say this isn't home
Hating this I mouth your name
"RRAHHHH!!!!!" Creed roared as blood poured out of his mouth.
This is not my life
This is not my home
This is not me
Grabbing the bottom of the treadmill, Creed found a new spot for it.
I hate this
The loud crash of breaking glass filled his room as he shoved the treadmill out of his bedroom window.
This is not my life
This is not my home
This is not me
The treadmill took the ripped curtains and bent the rod as it went crashing towards the ground. Creed twisted the dangling curtain rod off the wall and chucked it out the window with a few shards of jaded glass dangling around the frame.
I hate this
Creed ran his claws along the thick down comforter over his mattress, then tossed the feather shredded thing out the window. Feathers like powder fluttered around the room in light wispy gobs. Sticking to Creed's still wet body.
This is not my life
This is not my home
This is not me
Creed slammed his claws into his mattress, the cotton and metal coil springs sprung out from their material confines. Creed knocked the mattress over on an angle.
I hate this
Creed slammed his fist into a picture hanging on the wall. The frame fell off with ease as the glass shattered and fell. Creed punched the picture a second time, cracking the ancient and frail canvas.
This is not my life
This is not my home
This is not me
Creed growled grabbing a hold of some wall paper and shredding it off his wall.
I hate this.
The smoke from the bathroom thickened, choking the air, even with the open window.
I hate this
Panting, Creed kicked at the dresser again.
I hate this.
Victor Creed roared in rage and pain as blood continued to pour out of his mouth, and fingertips.
I hate this.
Slumping down in the center of his destroyed room, naked and bleeding from various wounds, Victor Creed panted.
"I HATE THIS!" He roared at the top of his lungs.
Jubilee and Bobby both jumped as the treadmill crashed only a few meters away from the stone bench. They ran off the bench before the picture and lamp came crashing out the window followed by sheets, blankets, pillows and glass.
Jubilee looked up at the broken window with red dripping off the shared glass still clinging to the frame and the torn black curtains dangling out the window.
"I think Kitty has a temper." Bobby muttered.
"I think Kitty just got grounded too." Jubilee whispered back.
The two stared as the howls of rage came from the broken window above, several others gathered around questioning.
~"Someone get to Sabretooth immediately!"~The mental and verbal shout from Xavier rocked the mansion.
***
Logan and Kurt stood up from their card game in the den. They headed towards Creed's room expecting to either find the brush tangled in his hair again, or something broken. They didn't expect to see everything broken.
Kurt looked to Logan then to Creed who sat hunched in the middle of the shredded room.
Creed glared at them. Blood dripping from his fists, feet and mouth. Each scar obvious, each pain readable.
Kurt turned away. "I'll get Beast." He muttered to Logan walking out.
Logan nodded to Kurt as the blue elf left the room.
Logan stared at Creed, the blood, the scars, the pain and anger in the twin blacks behind shaggy blond wet locks. Logan took a breath as he stepped towards Creed.
Creed curled back his lips in a silent snarl exposing bloody teeth, a few feathers fluttered to the ground.
Logan walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. walking out, Logan wrapped the towel around Creed's waist and waited for Creed to lunge.
But Creed didn't move, he just stayed still, snarling and watching Logan. Creed ignored the blood dripping down his chin and hands, it pooled around him in the center of the now bare and ruined room.
Logan stood there unsure what to do. Creed was insane there was no dispute, but this was crazy.
** end part 6**
TBC Part 7
Whipblade 2002