Victor Creed (victor_creed_) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-07-01 12:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | gambit, sabretooth |
Who: Victor Creed OTA Gambit
What: Victor arrives at Revolve in shackles
Where: Cargo plane, runway, outside Green block
When: Wednesday July 1st, morning.
It took him hours of struggling with the adamantium chains and thrashing his head from side to side in attempts to get loose from his binds to finally get tired, the soldiers relaxing when Victor’s body slumped and his head lulled to the side. They’d been on edge ever since they got the massive man in the plane, his body healing almost too fast from the bullet wounds for them to get him seated on the plane, able to throw his weight enough to knock one soldier over completely before they had him seated, the chains holding Victor’s limbs also secured to the chair.
“I think he’s asleep.” One soldier muttered, despite that Victor wouldn’t be able to hear them with the deprivation hood on his head. He’d tried to claw it off, but he could only barely reach his chin, cuffs on his wrists also chained to an adamantium fitted belt around his waist. He was going to kill everyone on this plane when they finally let him go.
Kelvin, the man assigned to take care of Victor while on Revolve went over to Victor and nudged him with his fingertips, but the man didn’t respond. Then, the soldier nodded and stepped back, fishing into his pockets and taking out a pack of cards.
When they landed not even the wheels hitting the pavement of the runway jostled Victor awake, and the soldiers became concerned. A team of doctors from Revolve met the men on the plane, just standing there and looking over the man for a moment before slipping a muscle-seizing shock collar around his throat, one brave doctor reaching for the buckles of the hood and undoing it, removing the hood and then stepping back. Victor’s head simply fell to the side, motionless, hair every which way from the hood. Kelvin bit his lip and stepped forward but the second doctor held him back.
The first doctor approached Victor again, checking his heartbeat. “He’s still alive.” He told the others, then straightened up slightly, taking the man’s jaw in his hands in order to check the man’s apparent fangs, needing to give the new mutant a good look over and make sure that he wasn’t sick before allowing him to be received into Revolve. When the man’s fingers touched Victor’s lips to examine his teeth though, hazel eyes suddenly snapped open and Victor lunged, teeth immediately latching onto flesh, the doctors hand half in Victor’s mouth, him snarling and the doctor screaming. The collar is immediately turned on and his large body froze up, long enough for the doctor to get his hand away from the others mouth before it turned off, Victor’s body surging and suddenly he’s growling, snapping like an animal, struggling against his chains that held him in place.
The doctor, bleeding, haphazardly wrapped his hand and eyed Victor as he struggled, blood on his lips and chin. “He’s perfect for Revolve. Unfortunately for the other mutants, of course…”
“How are we even going to get him to his cell?” One of the soldiers asked. “You can’t just… unchain him, he’ll go berserk.”
Victor rolled his eyes, stilling suddenly and grey eyes settling on the one soldier. “Scared?” He asked with a low chuckle. “Kelvin, you might want to remind him that well, I can hear him.” He shot a glare to the soldier, followed by that one warning growl he gave in his throat before turning back to Kelvin, the only man he’d learned to trust. Ever. “I’ll cooperate, but only if you’re handling me. These idiots touch me and I’m not going to bite hands anymore. I’m going to go for the jugular.”
So Kelvin complied without words, unchaining Victor from the chair but keeping him in the waist, wrist and ankle cuffs, all attached by heavy adamantium chains. He got the massive man off the plane without much of an issue, but he refused to go much further in the hot, sunny climate without his prized aviators he’d had since Vietnam. Unfortunately for the pair, the cell was being well, ‘Victor-proofed’ still when they got there, and Kelvin had to resort to chaining Victor up outside, much to his dismay and protests.
“Just stay here for a couple minutes big fella, I’ll make sure everything is alright for you.” Kelvin said, looking through his pack and producing a small pack of Skittles and giving it to the beast. “Just be good and eat these.”
Victor gave a snort but leaned against the brick wall in the shade, chains leading up to a stake he could easily rip from the wall, but then he’d still be in the chains, stuck outside like a dog. Didn’t matter though, not right now as he sliced the pack of Skittles open and made short work of the candies. Maybe tonight he’d persuade Kelvin into getting him a cold beer.