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When all else fails, hide among your enemy.
Of all the places in the world, Victor Creed never dared to seek refuge in Professor Xavier's Mansion. And yet, here he was, sneaking into an unoccupied dormitory room through the large bay windows. He sat on the floor with his back against the wall, alone and in the darkness. The light of the full moon was his only company, and it shined over his muscular, highly defined form. Dried blood and gory lacerations he sustained in battle highlighted his face, shirtless upper body, tattered jeans and muddy boots. Victor had once forgotten that his healing factor had limitations. After what he experienced, he wouldn't forget again...
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Just a week prior, the blonde feral allied himself with a mercenary gang of mutants. They were tasked to infiltrate a small underground compound located on the outskirts of the city near the forests' edge. Weapons that belonged to the Black Market were located there, according to the briefings they received. But in reality, this facility was manned and maintained by the United States government. At taxpayer's expense, coupled with illegal international funding, they planned to re-launch the Weapon X program, as well as engineer the construction of the horrible mechanical abominations, known as "Sentinels".
Creed and his team were shocked to learn of the Weapon X experimentations and upgrades to the Sentinels being built, and they attacked. However, the facility was much more fortified than they were led to believe. What was worse, was that their "mission" was a hoax! They were set up by mutant defectors siding with the prejudicial humans. They were lambs, sent directly to the slaughterhouse...
...and Victor was the only one on his team to survive the assault.
Guided by rage and hate towards the humans' audacity, he stayed inside the compound and butchered them for two days. Once more government reinforcements arrived, he emerged from the steel corridors of the underground complex, and brought the fight with him outside into the wilderness. Victor's motivation to rip the entire program to shreds - along with every human there - pushed his healing factor to the breaking point. For the remainder of the week, the feral lived off the land; he feasted on the animal wildlife that surrounded the compound, and never slept. Each time he saw a moment of vulnerability in the enemy's defenses, he struck, and struck hard!
Near the final days of his one man assault, extreme fatigue took its toll on Victor's body. The feral mutant's tactics became sloppy, and once the government soldiers and agents noticed this, they unleashed a unit of Sentinel droids to eliminate him. For every one that he destroyed, three more took it's place. While many of them were incomplete shells, the sheer number of these human sized droids became too much for Victor to withstand in his current state. No longer able to maintain the fight, the feral was left with no other choice: he fled for his life.
Fearing that the lecherous traitor - who sent him and his fellow mutants off to die - compromised the locations of the other mercenary safe-houses and strongholds, Victor did the unthinkable, and snuck into the great Xavier Mansion to seek shelter. No one would ever think to look for him "here". At least not the humans...
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Bloodshot amber eyes routinely glanced towards the locked dormitory door and the bed nearby. As much as he wanted to rest, Victor knew he could not stay here, much less get comfortable. Logan was somewhere within the mansion - he could smell his scent the moment he snuck past the first security camera outside - and Creed was certain that the short Canadian would be able to detect his own - or the stench of human blood looming in the air. It was only a matter of time... |