Who: Victor Creed and Wolverine (Open to others later..possibly) Where: Random seedy bar Why: Vic wants to have some brother bonding time When: Early evening Status: In progress Rating: R
Didn’t really have much else ta do but go nosin’ round in business that wasn’t really his. Not that it mattered who’s business it was. Creed didn’t exactly respect personal space. Less of course the tables were turned and someone was nosin’ around in his space.
Stretched out on the floor of his motel room Victor made his way through the document box. Every so often he’d stop ta chug his beer and crunch some more popcorn. If a starving writer ever got hold of this shit they’d make a killing putting together a book. Maybe that’s what he oughta do. Forget all this mercenary shit, he’ll write a book. ‘Life and Times of a Runty Canuck.’
Creed laughed. Hell sometimes he laughed so damn hard it brought tears to his eyes. Thing was, if you saw the shit he was reading, his laughter and bemusement would make you sick. These files didn’t contain the latest Hollywood rag magazines but detailed accounts of missions gone wrong. Death. Dismemberment. Brainwashing. Covert ops. Everything that made up the known history of a man named James. Some of the memories that haunted the Runt the most, hell, they were implanted. Weren’t even real.
That. Was. Fucking. Beautiful.
He’d like to applaud the spiffy scientist that came up with that cruel form of punishment.
Sabretooth would claim that this night of delving into a past that was not his own was really about comforting his little brother. Really. He just wanted to make the untimely death of his newly found girl easier. And he knew exactly how. He also hoped the knowledge contained within this file pushed Logan off a different ledge. Like the same one Creed fell off of so many years ago.
The world the runt was fightin’ for, tryin’ ta save, it has always been workin’ against him. Time for him to find that out.
With the file tucked inside the long, black leather coat Creed grabbed his last bottle of beer and headed to the address he left for Logan. There was a bit of a smirk on his face as he plowed down the street like a wrecking ball. Never did have the patience for much of anything, let alone crowds. Plopping down at the bar he tossed his empty bottle in the garbage can at the end.