"Take it ya' talked ta Faith." Mauling and blood-soaked bath. That was his style all right. Had a good couple rounds with the Slayer too. Apparently she talked about it.
Creed was the one to snort this time, and laugh. "You kids ain't got no idea what yer in the middle of. No fuckin' clue." When he looked at her his eyes were filled with a primal glean. "He ain't better then me. Boy can't even accept what he is. All I'm tryin' ta do is show him....if he ain't gonna listen then he'll die." He wrapped a lock of her hair around his finger and twirled it. "Only messin' with one life, rest of you keep gettin' in the way. This time though..." His dark laugh rumbled past his lips. "..it worked. Runt came ta me. He's different this time, not out of control, just gave in to what he really is." What really lurked inside Logan was the shit nightmares were made of. None of these pretty little dames knew what he was really capable of. The Wolverine enjoyed killin', lived fer it.