For the second time, Victor’s mind replayed a moment of history that shaped him into the mutant he was. Unlike his childhood flashback, Creed decided to narrate the more recent event aloud.
“In retrospect, comin’ here was a pretty desperate move, even for me. Guess this is what I get for panickin’.” The blonde exhaled and shook his head.
“I took another merc’ job with some mutants. Some little up an’ comin’ clique who called themselves LAMBDA. Had no idea what that meant, but they seemed ta’ have their shit together, an’ the price they offered wasn’t nothin’ ta’ shake a stick at. I had a funny feelin’ about the clowns in charge - especially th’ one who called himself ‘Drake’. -but I just ignored it. Shoulda’ listened to my instincts – don’t know why I didn’t then.”
The feral growled. “Who woulda’ thought that weasel would have sold us out? For th’ humans no less?” He curled his fingers into fists. “Once I get outta here, I’m gonna find that fucker an’ crack his skull open with my bare hands! Th’ whole job was a ruse – we were nothin’ but experiments an practice targets to ‘em. Half th’ squad got taken out in’ an ambush set up by human soldiers. The others fought, but couldn’t keep up with me, an’ got picked off one by one.”
“After things got bleak an’ I bailed, I went ta’ every safe house I remembered from th’ briefings. Since they were all LAMBDA property, it didn’t take too long before each one of 'em got raided with soldiers and Sentinel prototypes. I was banged up, couldn’t think straight. So I said 'fuck it', an’ came to th’ one place I knew they wouldn’t come lookin’ for me: here.”
Creed narrowed his eyes and restored his sarcasm. “Question for ya: You think I’m better off locked up here, or should I have taken my chances with th’ humans? I know in their prisons, they get a shower an’ three square meals a day…”