Victor Creed (_still_killin_) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2009-12-12 22:06:00 |
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Walkin' in a bloody' wonderland...
Characters: Victor Creed, Remy LeBeau, anyone else who wants to play
Setting: a dark alley, just down the street from Central Park, in New York city
Content: very graphic!! implies rape
Summary: TBD- Remy is gonna get a beat down though for walking in on Creed's Holiday suprise for Logan... >=D
The pavement used to be gray… Cold, hard, grimy gray, that had looked like it belonged in any street, in any city, that anyone could have stepped on… On their way to the grocery, a friend’s place, or even home… Unfortunately for this New York prostitute, the pavement was now red, dark and congealing in the cold night air even as its owner still gasped and moaned, in agony she could feel down to her bones but too weak to do more than fade in and out occasionally. She had fought, frantically, and she had screamed, as they all did, but no one had jumped out of the shadows to help her an hour ago, and no one would now. Not like it would matter anyways, seeing how far gone the girl was… Not many escaped when the saner version of Victor Creed yielded to the infamous monster known as Sabertooth.
Sabertooth grunted behind her, one clawed hand tangled in her long brown hair and holding her head against the cement, blood coating his finger tips all the way up past his elbow. The other hand, covered in no less amount of blood and gore, gripped her hip tightly, claws slicing past the skin and tissue and deep into her muscle. His naked chest was bare, the blonde hair smeared with bloody handprints left behind by the prostitute. His long hair, turned red by the girl’s generous donation of blood, hung raggedly around him, his face all but covered save two glowing yellow eyes lost in the blood lust.
Licking his lips lasciviously, the blonde feral bared his fangs and finished with the body beneath him. With a grunt, he tossed the dead girl to the side and got to his feet, stretching and shaking off the shivers of his completion. The cool air of the coming winter made him wish for the wilds of Europe, but then he remembered why he had come back to America and looked back down at his fresh kill. Zipping up his jeans, stained in blood as much as the rest of him, Creed grabbed the prostitute by the back of her already cold neck and flung her body against an iron set of fire escape stairs. Repeating the process three more times, until the body looked like it had gone through a paper shredder, Creed began breaking necessary leg bones and twisting the legs around the bars to hang the body upside down.
Once sure it was snug as a bug wrapped up in those rungs, Creed began carving a name in the soft stomach skin with a clawed finger, taking care to make it readable and whistling “Winter Wonderland” softly.