Creed’s eyes widened as everything became clear. He gasped as he remembered his fondness for one nimble blue mutant, and another blue entity far powerful than he. That added to the physical relief of his metal bones no longer burning. The Tessaract gave him a peace Creed only felt when he was on the Hunt, and when he was with the unconventional family he created.
Bare feet slowly padded closer to the cube; Creed moved as if he were a god walking across the ocean. He gazed down at the object that few – if any – mortals were able to see. For a moment, he was in awe of its existence and magnificence. This was what the magpie needed to bring him to. Here was the “truth”.
And as the voice asked him if he were ready to accept power at a price only he could pay, Creed slowly extended his claws; the eyes that were widened with wonder suddenly shrank to sinister slits.
“…No!”
Four claws in his right hand sank into the side of the Tessaract, right at the point where Creed saw the hairline crack.
“I’m through makin’ deals with all this alien shit! Think ya’ know me, huh?! Then ya’ wouldn’t put a price tag on yer’ help, especially knowin’ what I’m after!”
Four left claws dug into the adjacent side.
“I ain’t yer’ charity case and I ain’t his bitch!”
Thumb talons buried into the top of the cube.
“I’mma get all three of ‘em back!”
Creed lurched forward as his fangs gnashed together.
”AN’ I’LL RIP APART ANY MOTHERFUCKING THING THAT STANDS IN MY WAY!”
Spittle sprayed as Creed’s savagely screamed throughout the corridor; a bone chilling barbarian’s aria. He mustered every ounce of supernatural strength he had to dare to rip the Tessaract apart. Shouting and struggling like a human trying to rip a coconut in two with his bare hands. Periodically, his entire skeleton surged with molten fire, as Creed pretended the mystical artifact he drilled his claws into was actually the skull of his captor.