Creed, still kneeling, stared at the remains of Hela’s husband. He spoke woefully, now that he knew who Fenrir was and the tragedy that was his legacy.
The mutant looked at his adamantium coated claws.
“…There’s this runt I know back home. We got history. Bad blood that don’t wash off kind of history. He knows about my folks torturing the shit outta me since I was in diapers, which I guess don’t hold a candle to th’ fuckery you an’ all of you’s have been through in comparison. Still, this little bastard… We’re cut from th’ same cloth: military shit, mercenary shit, top-secret experimental weapon shit; hell, he knows about my instinct to hunt. But, uh…”
Creed nervously shook his head.
“...whenever we talk, he’s quick to throw in my face that…I’m just an’ animal. Lotta people – even you right now – say somethin’ like that. Fer’ a while, I believed him, an’ I busted my ass trying to buck against my…urges. But, that’s when I figured out: it’s kept me alive !”
He grinned timidly.
“If I didn’t embrace myself, I’d long been dead by now; if these powers of mine didn’t make me do and feel like how I do, I’d been rotten an’ forgotten years ago! I was fine with it. Being this kind of different! Glad, even! Cause in a world where folks snuff each other out over how dark somebody’s skin is, or what God they believe in, or who was supposed to rule a nation, or who slept with whomever… I had an’ edge that put me above the rest! Top of th’ food chain! And… then…I saw Clarice.”
Finally, the distraught and disturbed mutant locked eyes with the queen of death, and spoke with a whisper.
“It’s cause of her that I can just… look at some folks differently and…care in ways I shouldn’t. Kurt… Yer’ old man… I can look at th’ three of them now and…care about them th’ way I usually care about just me, surviving in…all of this! . It makes me feel… good ….but it’s fuckin’ with me. Hard.”
Sharp teeth gnashed together.
“…I don’t….know…how…. to care about all of us, at the same time…and let go of what’s kept me alive all these years so I don’t hurt ‘em. There’s so much shit happenin’ right now; I’m still wrappin’ my head around the fact I killed Ass-Guards with my own hands! An’ Jesus, Christ, it felt….really damn good, but… Here you are, warning me this feelin’ won’t last. An’ you got th’ crucified brother ta prove it…”
Creed sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m guessin’ th’ bird was right about you, and you really can bring folks back from the dead. Doubt you’d let me blab that long if he was gone forever… I just wanted some armor, and now that I got it….I ain’t got a god damned clue what to do next. Everything’s movin’ so fast, I can’t fuckin’ think straight! But…I can say ‘thank you’ fer’ listening. Heh, weird ass place fer’ therapy, eh?”