feralbadguy (feralbadguy) wrote in artofwar_rpg, @ 2011-11-16 17:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | {narrative}, ♠sl: house of w |
It is almost fitting...
Who: Victor Creed
What: The Final Phase. Creed is dying from something other than the sickness.
When: Early November
Where: The Island of Genosha.
Rating/Warnings: R for cursing.
Status: Closed; [Complete]
He laid on his back, looking at the blue sky. He was on Genosha, his hope for the past few years, and Sabretooth was dying. That was the only way to put it. He woke up, feeling fine. But the longer the day went, the worse it got. He left his home, and made it to the beach before he fell in the sand. Now, he just watched the clouds move above him and listened to the waves.
The first observation he made was the powers we gone. He couldn't smell things in the next room, or hear things a few feet away. His claws wouldn't extended. In fact, he had regular finger nails still coated in the rare metal. When he cut himself with the kitchen knife, and it didn't heal, he knew something was wrong. He decided to accept it, and die on the beach.
Now, he lay there, laughing. "I did everything they asked. Now I pay for it, heh." As he laughed blood oozed from his mouth. He learned the Adamantium was still on his teeth and nails. They were poisoning him, and without the healing factor he gave himself only a few hours before total system failure happened.
"That bastard...if I could find him, he could save me." He thought Magneto might still have the power and be able to rip the metal off his bones. He wasn't aware he was wrong. Instead, he was blaming Magneto. "He knew this would happen. He didn't help me." He gurgled some more blood, looking at a cloud resembling a dog.
"I only have one regret. That runt is still out there, and happy. I die alone in the dirt, and that fuck gets to go on." He wasn't aware everyone was hit. But as he thought about how he never killed Logan, everything went white. Victor Creed was at peace.