Messy messy....
Taking the bus was somehting Faye rarely ever did but there she was, sitting in the aisle seat close to the rear of the transportation. As she ground her teeth a little at the constant smacking and snapping of the gum that was in the mouth of the person beside her, she remembered exactly why she didn't care for public transportation. On top of the annoyance of there ebing so many gutter-crawling non-mutants around, it was a morning. Faye hated mornings. The only reason she was up and about at this time of the day was because she had had trouble sleeping, another thing to add to her fine mood.
The light slurping followed by the annoying pop of the gum came again and the tempermental Stonewell whirled around in her seat to look at the bimbo, a glare in her eyes and a frown on her lips. "Shut your friggin mouth when you chew that, you disgusting pig! What, were you raised in a barn?!" She shouted, not caring one bit about how the woman might feel. The woman was a waitress, she could tell by the uniform and the semi-sarcastic look of someone on their way to a crappy job. "Girly, you better shut your own mouth right now... Unless you're as dumb as you look and feel like picking a fight with the wrong person." The waitress woman stated in a voice that revealed to her that she was a smoker on top of that.
As Faye glared at her, the woman had the gall to snap her gum again, this time, more dramatically so where spittle sprayed onto the seat in front of them. A twitch came to Faye's robin's egg blue eyes right before she lashed out with a punch, striking the woman in the jaw and causing the gum to fall out onto the woman's uniform. "You know what, you just made my day, b*tch!" Faye exclaimed before starting to hit her over and over again while the woman was still off gaurd. As the other people in the bus started to pull her off of the bloodied up woman, Faye turned on them, lashing out wherever she could until she was kicked off of the bus.. literally.
Being kicked off the bus by a bunch of non-mutants wasn't exactly a trip to the happy-lands for this blonde. But she knew of a way to make herself feel better... MUCH bettter. Of course, there was the chance that there would be some pain for her but the reward would be entertaining enough for her to get over it. She scrambled as if trying to get back into the bus but in reality, she was leaving them a present. As she was shoved back out and as the bus started to drie off, she grinned a grin that spelled out evil mischief. There came screams, screams that helpped to distract her from the uncomfortable clenching of her heart that passed though. Not that the heart was bothering her much right now due to her having been nice to herself and having not been over-using them as much as she usually did.
The sound of wheels screeching came as the bus swerved out of control and Faye laughed as the thing crashed into the side of a building. There came more screams followed by a growl-like roar and yells of pain. Still laughing, Faye backed away to make sure she wasn't going ot get caught up in her own mess. She didn't feel like bothering with a giant two-headed tiger right then. Spotting a car, she tried the door and finding it unlocked, she got into it. She then sat and grinned as she watched what she could see through the windows of the bus. As she watched the people who had been annoyine her earlier being savaged by her creation.
Her baby seemed to tire of being trapped inside of the bus and not too long after having torn most of the people inside of it apart with wild violence, it broke free, crashing through the door. The sirens of the cops who were arriving o the scene seemed to anger it, it shaking it's heads and giving a visible snarl. Faye didn't mind the sirens though, they provided a great distraction away from her direction and righ to the cops who had just arrived.
Being a hired killer was always a fun job. Most people would be surprised just how easy it was get jobs. Earlier in the day Sabretooth had agreed to a small side job. A simple spouse removal, nothing really challenging. He killed them, the wife filed her insurance claim, and Creed had funds without gaining much public attention. Anyways, the job went almost by the book, and poor Sabes found himself with an early morning, and nothing to do.
Naturally, he found his way to a small tavern for breakfast. Granted, it was a solely liquid meal. Multiple beers passed, but it only granted him a slight buzz. Having an ever-regenerating body tended to increase his ability to withstand alcohol and it's effects. But, in the end quantity always seemed to prevail, even if only slightly. Due to the large amount of beers he consumed, the bartender was really left no choice but to toss Sabretooth. Normally that could have been fatal, but Sabes just wasn't feeling up to making a chaotic scene this early.
With his last beer, Sabretooth took to walking the streets. With his long black leather coat, messy hair, and slightly clawed up gloves to hide those talons of his; Sabretooth almost resembled someone you'd find one a corner begging for fifty cents.
As he continued walking, Something in the distance caught his attention. Screams. It was coming from a bus too. His glance went just in time to see the blond haired girl walking away, with a somewhat pleased expression on her face. As Creed walked nearer to the bus, he heard the sounds of an animal which peaked his curiosity. Almost like two over-sized tigers, but it only sounded like one was moving. His glance went back and forth between the bus and the girl. Did she control that thing by chance?
The fact that Creed was walking right next to the damn bus didn't seem to bother him. Unlike everyone else, he wasn't thrown into panic mode. In fact, he didn't even seem to care that he could possible be devoured while walking by. Why should he be worried though? It was just an animal. He's a god when it comes to hunting, that poor beast wouldn't stand a chance if it tried for him. Besides, he was bigger and stronger than the nearby humans. He wouldn't be touched. Predatory instinct is to take the easiest kill, size being good means of determining such ease.
Besides, his curiosity went to the girl whom sounded to found it all quite humorous. Was she a mutant too? As he cleared the bus by a few feet, the sound of ripping steal came to ear. He knew the beasts weren't too far behind him now, but his hearing told him they were going to be distracted by the blaring sirens of the law. "That some psychic illusion bullsh*t... or do ya actually got control a'that thing?" The feral questioned, leaning down by the car window.
Re: Messy messy....
Needless to say, Faye was surprised when a big bummy looking guy just simply walked by the bus and made his way over without even a slight jump or action of being startled even. Usually a person would have run screaming or have been one of those idiotic heroic types who would have gone ot try to take her little creation down and get themselves killed. So, of course, she was watching him closely as he made his way over, her attention pulled away from the scene that was unfolding not too far away.
"That some psychic illusion bullsh*t... or do ya actually got control a'that thing?" The guy asked. Faye was silent for a moment, looking him over for a second before going back to those amber eyes. Rolling down the window, she gave a slight grin. "Oh that kitty over there isn't an illusion. He's real enough to do his thing..." She answered before glancing over at where the tiger was already tearing into a couple of police officers that had been foolish enough to get too close.
As gunfire sounded, Faye gave a slight pout and a small sigh. "Those a$s-holes... They always have to shoot everything. The poor thing's going to go back home soon... Oh well, guess I'll have to drop another greeting card on them." She commented before cracking the door open and slipping out. "You might want to stay here for a minute. I'll be back.... I don't know if your mutation goes just beyond looks or not." She stated, assuming he was indeed a mutant.
The tiger was shot down, being reduced back into the paper it had been before and there came a confused murmer from the crowd that had gathered at the scene. Crowds were good... Very good... They'd help her not be as obvious when she gave the police their reward for ruining one of her babies!
As a ten foot fire-breathing scorpion practically exploded into life, there came screams of surprise and panic. The crowd which had been acting as spectators as the poor tiger got killed was now scattering and Faye took that moment to duck the claws of the deadly insect and run past the people that were being snatched up.
In the next minute, she was back at the car and in the seat. She was about to say something but the pain came, causing her to keep silent before she forced on a grin. "She's cute, isn't she?" Faye commented as she watched the mess thicken. "Well, we shoudl really get going before she decides to bring us into her little playtime. You can either jump in or go your own way, I'm getting the hell out of here and getting out of here soon." She told him.
Edited by: zirasharia at: 12/7/05 12:14 am
Re: Messy messy...."Oh that kitty over there isn't an illusion. He's real enough to do his thing..."
Knowing the girl wasn't just creating illusions or using some kind of telepathic imaging increased her possible value. Sure, the Brotherhood would provide some allies, but Creed new the numbers weren't in their favor so much. Finding mutants with a distaste for humanity took a bit of work, but this one practically seemed to fall right into his lap. How could not attempt to recruit someone that seemed to control monsters at her will?
"Those a$s-holes... They always have to shoot everything. The poor thing's going to go back home soon... Oh well, guess I'll have to drop another greeting card on them...You might want to stay here for a minute. I'll be back.... I don't know if your mutation goes just beyond looks or not."
He was going to reply with an overwhelming and slightly haunting display of his enhanced senses. But, before he could the girl had ran off into the thick of all the commotion. Seconds later he witness a newer, far deadlier beast roaming around. "That sunna' b*tch popped outta' no where..." He muttered softly to himself, realizing that she seemed to be able to create these things. His initial thought of her controlling them, began to clear out of his mind. Obviously she wouldn't have looked for refuge inside of the car had she any control over these beasts. Having enhanced senses included vision, which made it a whole lot easier to spot the girl through the mid-street chaos. Creed watched cautiously, not cherishing the idea of having to pull her from the scorpions grasp, but ready to if need be.
"She's cute, isn't she?... Well, we should really get going before she decides to bring us into her little playtime. You can either jump in or go your own way, I'm getting the hell out of here and getting out of here soon."
Sabretooth didn't need to be told again, he quickly opened the car door, and took a seat. He wasn't afraid, the scorpion would be a good fight, but in the end it'd just be dinner anyways. "Kinda liked tha' cat a'yers... but, I'm a lil' partial. Names Sabretooth..." He sounded while chucking his beer bottle against the side of a pedestrians head. The impact and received reaction damn near got a laugh from Sabes, but instead was left with a fang-bearing grin that made no secret the humans reaction was hilarious. His gloves went to the ground just as he shut the car door. In case he'd need to attack anyone, those razor sharp daggers he called claws were now intentionally freed.
Re: Messy messy....
Faye did a quick search for where the key might be, checking under the floor mat, in th eglove compartment, and under the visor. <Well, if it isn't door number three.> She thougth as a jingling came and as she caught the keys as they fell. <Wow this person must have really been stupid making it so easy for this car to get stolen.> She mused. She gave a half-smirk as the big guy got into the car. It showed that the city wasn't as full of morons as she had thought.
"Kinda liked tha' cat a'yers... but, I'm a lil' partial. Names Sabretooth..." At the first part of his statement, Faye gave a little grin. She was proud of her little creations and compliments were always welcome. At the second part though, she looked over at him. A small mean laugh came from her as she saw the beer bottle fly and hit someone in the head then she went to look at her passenger again, who was now taking off his gloves to reveal cawls that looked pretty damned deadly.
"Well, I was just about to ask you if you were the real Sabretooth or just another fake acting like you but now that I see those nice claws right there, I don't have to anymore do I." She commented as she turned the key in the ignition. "I heard about you, never thought I'd run into you though. Not yet anyway." She stated as she pulled out of the spot the car was parked.
The corner of her lip twitched and she adjusted her grip on the steering wheel before slamming her foot down on the gas pedal and tearing out of there. A quick stomp on the brake pedal and a jerk of the wheel had the car spin to face the other direction and Faye gave a laugh as they sped away from the scene. Once the road came to fork, she slowed it down to almost the speed limit before merging in with traffic. That didn't last for long as she turned down into a much less populated area and pulled over. They were enough of a distance away from hey buggy little friend now and she hadn't planned on where to go next yet. Despite all of the excitement and the fact that there was a mass murderer sitting next to her, she gave a yawn, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Ugh I hate mornings..." She muttered as she adjusted the rear view mirror to get the glare from the sun out of her eyes. She looked at Sabretooth again, a half-smile showing ever so slightly as she turned her head. "Well, you gave me yours so I should give you mine I guess." She commented. "The name's Faye... But if you're going by the more known name, Stonewell. I don't have nearly as much fame or as long of a record as yours but I'm getting there in my own time. Not that there's any competition. I mean, you've been maiming and all that good stuff for a pretty long time now." She stated, a hint of excitement and admiration in her eyes.
Re: Messy messy...."Well, I was just about to ask you if you were the real Sabretooth or just another fake acting like you but now that I see those nice claws right there, I don't have to anymore do I... I heard about you, never thought I'd run into you though. Not yet anyway."
It wasn't too out of the normal for someone to identify him. There were times when he just didn't care about the repercussions of public mayhem, this was one of them. That publicity often got him recognition both the good kind and the bad. Oddly, there seemed to be just as many young mutants that looked up to him, as there were that feared and frowned on him. None of what she spoke was really new. The situation was just different. "Yet..?" That part had stood out. Most people didn't want to run into him, they feared him, but this girl made it sound as if she planned to find him eventually.
"Ugh I hate mornings..."
As the sun came beaming into his eyes, Sabretooth turned his gaze toward the girl. "Try 'em with eyesight like mine..." Came a slightly sarcastic reply. It wasn't rudely spoken or anything, in fact it seemed to show that he too wasn't a fan of mornings.
"Well, you gave me yours so I should give you mine I guess... The name's Faye... But if you're going by the more known name, Stonewell. I don't have nearly as much fame or as long of a record as yours but I'm getting there in my own time. Not that there's any competition. I mean, you've been maiming and all that good stuff for a pretty long time now."
It didn't ring a bell at all. He had never heard of the girl, but that wasn't really important. He wondered why someone would want as long a record as his own, but shrugged it off anyways. His record was a list of the crimes he got caught for, Creed held more pride in all the crimes they hadn't tied to him. "Ya got potential kid... ever heard of a place called tha' Brotherhood?" He questioned calmly, sliding the visor down to keep the blaring sun out of those amber eyes of his.
Re: Messy messy...."Yea, yet. I knew I'd run into you one day or another with how you get around and all." She stated. His reply to her muttering about her hatred of mornings showed her he wasn't too fond of them himself. But that wasn't too big of a surprise. She didn't run into many non-happygolucky people who liked the earlier time of the day.
"Ya got potential kid... ever heard of a place called tha' Brotherhood?" The potential part made her smirk a little. But the mentioning of something called the Brotherhood made her raise a brow.
"The Brotherhood?.." She gave a small pause as she thought back, her tilting her head back and looking at the ceiling of the car for a moment before she looked back at him. "Actually, that does ring a bell. Someone told me about them but I never got around to finding them. Or finding out much about them after I heard rumors about them fading away or something." She said.
Her father had told her about the Brotherhood. At least what he had found out about them from the news and such. She wasn't about to bring her father up though. Faye didn't want to be pinned as a 'daddy's girl'.
Re: Messy messy...."Yea, yet. I knew I'd run into you one day or another with how you get around and all."
That made Creed wonder just how much she knew about him. To be able to guess right away as to he was, that was one thing. But, it was starting sound like she were a fan of some sort. He figured it most likely had to with his anti-human activities. That of course only heightened her possibilities with the Brotherhood, meaning he had been right to mention it to her in the first place. But, still was going to keep an attentive eye on her. If she showed too much more knowledge of him he might have to consider taking the girl out of her misery, It'd seem like she were some kind of stalker.
"Actually, that does ring a bell. Someone told me about them but I never got around to finding them. Or finding out much about them after I heard rumors about them fading away or something."
Sabretooth grinned slightly, that smirk of her showed him confidence, it told him she already knew her potential. That too was a good thing. Her reply however was fairly standard when mentioning the affiliation, it was quite a common misconception. The Brotherhood doesn't die. It simply dwindles in number, only grow again at a later time. A process that instills the belief of death, and lures their enemies into a false sense security. "Tha' Brotherhood ain't gone... But, when get our way... humans will be." That was clearly a highly confident and borderline arrogant tone Sabretooth spoke with.
As his attention wandered past the car's windshield, Creed began wonder just why they were sitting there in the middle of nowhere. Not that he had anywhere to be anywhere else, but if he knew this was what going to happen, he might just have stayed back and help the scorpion out a bit. Atleast that would have provided his daily dose of blood splatter.
In an mercenaries line of work, paranoia is essential. You never know when someone is going to try to off you simply to steal your clients. A small side road like this would be the perfect place do it too. Her apparent knowledge of him did add to those doubts, seeing as a good hitman would know their target. "There a reason we're sittin' here?" He wasn't speaking with hostility though, just his common over-use of obscenities. He hid his paranoia well, and simply decided to evaluate the situation through her answer. Then, he'd figure out whether he should be alert or not.
Re: Messy messy...."Tha' Brotherhood ain't gone... But, when get our way... humans will be." His tone was confident. That and the combination of the thought of the extinction of the humans made her interest in the Brotherhood grow. "There any openings? I might be interested in joining this Brotherhood if it's interested in taking me in." She commented, bringing her hands up to her head and lacing her fingers at the back of her head.
The way she spoke showed that she wouldn't be overly excited if she were let but at the same time it didn't show that she'd be terribly upset if she weren't. There was an interest but it wasn't obsession-like.
"There a reason we're sittin' here?" The man asked. "Kind of, but not a big one. One's that I didn't really plan on where to go next, another is I'm keeping out of too much of a public area so we won't be pestered by someone who might see you and want to play hero... And well, I'm trying to decide if I want to go east to the bar or west to the coffee shops. Then, there's the issue of where you want to go or want to do. I'm sure you don't want to just fiddle-f*ck around in this car much longer." She stated.
"So, what did you want to happen? I drop you off someplace or something? Or did you want to go to the coffee shop or bar?" She asked. "I've got nowhere I need to be right now and at this point, I don't really care what I'm going to do as long as it involves me getting some sleep soon and waking up at a better time of a day than this." She stated.
<I'll probably be needing to get some pain pills to... Stupid heart. It's beating like crazy and hurting like hell... But I can't show him that I'm in pain. Oh no, that'd be like running into a yard full of dobermans with a steak around my neck. This guy's a murderer, he won't have a problem with slaughtering me if he thinks I'm weak... And if he does attack me, I'm not sure if I can really do anyhting about it. I might just kill myself if I try.> She thought, keeping her breathing slow and calm.
A heart-attack, that was what this was trying to build up to. She could tell by the way her shoulder was starting to ache that she was on the verge of one. <Not right now...> She thought. <Come on, I didn't do that much. Quit complaining.> She thought to her heart. The discomfort was starting to ebb now, leaving her feeling a little more sleepy than she was before.
Edited by: zirasharia at: 12/12/05 1:31 am
Re: Messy messy...."There any openings? I might be interested in joining this Brotherhood if it's interested in taking me in."
Sabretooth already knew she was interested. He had practically been given that answer when they were back watching her monsters cause thier destruction. He was fairly good when it came to reading body language, and facial expressions too. He had shown enough interest in her already. The rest of the process was up to Phoebe. That's right, start something and pass it off onto the kid. What better way to do it?
"Kind of, but not a big one. One's that I didn't really plan on where to go next, another is I'm keeping out of too much of a public area so we won't be pestered by someone who might see you and want to play hero... And well, I'm trying to decide if I want to go east to the bar or west to the coffee shops. Then, there's the issue of where you want to go or want to do. I'm sure you don't want to just fiddle-f*ck around in this car much longer."
Alright, she may have know about Sabretooth, but hearing that alone proved she didn't know that much of him. It wouldn't have mattered if anyone was going to play hero, they didn't have a chance anyways. Because frankly, he played the villian too damn well. It was doubtful any mutants would have approached them, finding one wasn't exactly an everyday occurance, let alone two. Unless you'd count those teenage super hero wanna be's from Xavier's place. Besides, he wasn't killing anything. There was an overgrown scorpion doing that, it most likely would have had their attention first.
Then there was the matter of destination. Her choices weren't at all equal. Coffee was a horrendous smelling drink, it could quite possibly flood his senses. Alcohol however, despite the fact that it's stronger in scent, is far more familiar to him. The only order of coffee Sabretooth would ever touch would most likely be an irish one. "Tha bar..." He responded with little time invested into that answer.
As he sat there, with one claw resting on the side of the door, Sabretooth could hear her heartbeat increasing. The pumping was getting worse and worse. He turned a glance toward her, his amber eyes meeting with her own. He knew she was having a heart attack, but she tried her damnedest to hide that from him. He didn't plan on helping her, it would be too problematic. He thought about checking the trunk for some jumper cables, but that could possibly kill the girl anyways. The more she refused to announce it, the more respect she built. Faye wasn't weak, if anything she proved her strength for now.
Swinging open his door, Sabretooth stepped out of the car. He figured he'd take her to the Brotherhood, she'd probably be out of it soon anyways. Opening the driverside door, Sabretooth peered in at her calmly. He noticed she seemed to falling asleep now. But, still he warned her just incase. "I'm putting you in the backseat... get some sleep kid." He doubted she was in much of a condition to fight about it, but still forwarned her just to be sure.
Re: Messy messy...."Tha bar..." The answer made her give a half-smirk. She had assumed right when she thought of him as more of a alchohol person than a caffine one. When he turned his head to look at her, she wondered why he was staring at her. Was she flinching from the pain without realizing it? Was he looking at her to see if she liked the idea of the bar? She didn't think he'd care if she did or not so that thought was trashed.
It was harder to keep acting like nothing was wrong with him watching her. She had to keep more out of her expression than she did when only having half-attention. but at the same time, she had to put some sort of expression on or she'd look like a doll or a zombie. She wondered what he was thinking right then, his gaze making that question pop into her head.
"I'm putting you in the backseat... get some sleep kid." He told her. He had seen her tiredness. Well, that was a lot harder to hide than the heart problem... But still she wondered how much he knew. If he had known what had been going on the whole time.
Pushing aside that thought, she gave a partial grin. "Alright, you can take the wheel. I'd probably crash it if I drove right now anyway.... And on top of that, I'm guessing if you wanted to kill me off you would have done something about it by now." She stated, looking through the rear view mirror to check if there was space.
There was nothing in the back seat that she could see. For a moment she thought about getting out of the car to go into the back but feeling too tired to go though all of that right then, she instead skimmied through the gap in between the front seats and let herself fall in the back ones. Sure it was a little crampped getting through with someone as large as Sabretooth in the passenger seat but she managed. Once back there, she stretched out into a lay on her side, looking forwards instead of having her back turned to him.
"Alright, you can take the wheel. I'd probably crash it if I drove right now anyway.... And on top of that, I'm guessing if you wanted to kill me off you would have done something about it by now."
For a brief second he had almost let out a laugh, but it was quickly stifled and replaced with a vague hint of a smile. Granted it wasn't an inviting smile, but it still showed that something the girl had said was humorous. But, no reply would come just yet. Instead Creed shifted and maneuvered his large body into the drivers seat.
Once settled, with a soft yet frightening tone, he addressed her words. "What makes ya think yer so safe now?" The average person would probably think twice about playing such mind games with a person in her current condition, but he was never one to claim himself considerate. Besides, this act of cruelty was going to balance out in the end anyways, That was more than he could say for just about all ones in the past.
Those large talons Sabretooth so frequently refers to as claws were now wrapped firmly around the steering wheel. Small remnants of the mornings earlier kill still remained on that very hand of his, bloodstains. That was how he killed most of his victims. Weapons weren't very fun, Creed had always preferred to dig right in and do it himself, literally! Of course those whom knew his stories knew the gory extent of his murders, would definitely know just how dangerous those talons were. Knowing all that could possibly make things that much more awkward, seeing as how Creed was intentionally placing them within her view. Meanwhile, the attention of his other hand went to starting the car.
"I might be gone for a while."
Those words would stick in his mind most of this ride, luckily the Brotherhood wasn't all too far. The fact of what she said was ridiculously obvious for him. Hell, that was why he had taken control of the car. But, Faye made it sound as if this were a normal circumstance. It made him wonder if it were a drawback of the girls mutation, or whether it was simply a medical problem. However the later didn't seem as likely, judging solely by age alone. She looked young, probably no older than his daughter.
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