đŞ Victor Creed đ (mycreed) wrote in artofwar_rpg, @ 2012-11-01 10:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | âŚlogan howlett; wolverine, âŚremy lebeau; gambit, âŚvictor creed; sabretooth |
Misery Loves My Company
Who: Creed, Logan, and Remy
When: Nov. 1, 2012
Where: An abandoned shipping yard, then the boathouse at the Institute
What: Creed tells Logan some dirty secrets about Remy, they fight a second, then Logan goes to confront Remy. Remy is ordered to leave the Institute.
Warnings: Violence and some swearing, hurting feels.
Status: Closed | Complete
Creedâs senses were like live-wire, whipcord in shape and feral with an ominous black leather trench coat that his big muscled frame somehow fit into. He was waiting, poised on a stack of metal railroad ties that had rust up on rust from years of sitting through the weather. That the taint of iron reminded him of blood, Creed enjoyed the smell. He had it on his own skin, under the claws on his fingertips, even his breath reeked of fresh death. Victor had not killed recently. Not for a few days, anyway. His blood thirst and crave for violence was put on hold as he pondered the possibilities of the opportunity that had landed in his lap.
Running into Gambit at Nathaniel Essexâs lab had been a surprise, but then it shouldn't be. Gambit flocked to the people who could do things for him. The same reason Creed had come to Essex. However, unlike Gambit, Sabretooth wasn't a good person at heart. Gambit was Loganâs friend and Creed knew just how many years the two spent together when theyâd escaped Weapon X. He had to admit, he was a little jealous. It used to be him and Logan. Always. Through thick and thin.
So it was only natural that Creed wanted to destroy any faith Logan had in the Cajun. Ruin Gambitâs personal life, injure Logan at the same time with the betrayal of misapplied trust. Then Creed could pick them both apart, once he got what he wanted from Essex and didn't need to be on his leash anymore.
The moon was high in the sky and Creedâs yellow eyes turned up at it, the glow reflecting back.