| 11:04a |
Down The Dark Halls
The corridors were devoid of light, save the periodic flares of red that glowed from boiling adamantium bones. Creed followed behind the bird; silent steps ruined by sharp hisses from each self-inflicted scalding. He couldn’t help but let his mind drift to Odin, Clarice, Loki, both his indigo and sapphire muses, and everyone else that seemed responsible to put him in such a predicament.
“…Wait… Hey!”
The halls grew wider and the bird – just as dark as the shadows – became more difficult to follow. Dangerous observation for someone nocturnal.
“STOP!” shouted the naked killer, swiping claws across what he presumed to be a stone wall.
“I ain’t takin’ one more step till ya’ gimmie answers…an’ they better be some damn good ones.”
The feral snarled.
“How come you ain’t dead, Bird? Why'd you bust me outta there? An’ where are were s’posed ta’ be goin’---?"
A lingering thought of pulling out Odin’s femurs singed Creed’s entire skeleton
“GNGGHGNNMNNGFFFUCK! WHY CAN’T I THINK ABOUT ODIN WITHOUT FEELIN’ LIKE I'M BURNIN' TA’ DEATH?!” |