show's never over for you, freak.
i just want to hear you talk a minute before i cut your lungs out. creed shoves beak back into his seat, picks up the bottle of bourbon, examines the label, and guzzles it. beak opens his mouth but no words come out. finally:
us? there's no us. there's you and there's me, and in a minute, just me. creed smiles down at his feathered target. beak tries to shield his body with his wings.
let me show you how it's done.
stuff don't work on me. i drink and drink and i never feel any different. he downs the full glass of whiskey with a swallow. he looks around the bar, at the pool table in the back, the wurlitzer jukebox, the stacked bottles of liquor. victor creed you got any insurance on this place?
'cause it's about to get ugly. logan walks into the tavern, sniffing the air. he sees creed sitting on the barstool, back to the door.
time you got declawed, kitty kat. creed lifts his heavy black boot and brings it down hard on the extended claws of logan's left hand.
everyone thinks you're a lunatic, talking to animals. but i know you're not, francis. you understand them, don't you? that's your power. francis looks for help but there is no one in sight. victor creed what do they tell you? francis is quiet for a few seconds, staring at the killer.
you ever talk to a panther, francis? francis shakes his head. conttni7ff)1
i don't know who my daddy was, but it sure as hell wasn't god. francis bows his head.
how do you know? you've never done it before.
you think i'd use a bomb on you, johnny boy? wraith spins around. victor creed sits on a concrete parapet, the desert wind blowing his filthy blonde hair. he hops off the parapet and walks toward wraith.
that's the plan. it's a lot easier than finding him. creed slams wraith against the concrete wall and plunges his claws deep into wraith's gut. the texan's mouth opens as the full force of the pain hits him. creed whispers in his ear. victor creed i can feel your spine, johnny boy. a sickening crunch as vertebrae are crushed like walnut shells. victor creed never knew you had one. creed drops wraith's body to the ground.
man's got a hard head.
my kind of guy.
you mean i don't get to potty train him?
i've always had a thing for human chicks. you're all so soft and helpless.
maybe it's time i did a little surgery on you, doctor.
starting to think you're addicted to pain. you keep coming back for more. snikt !
amen to that. kayla stands in between them, holding up her hands.
a little late for the mutant power crap. we hunt freaks for the man. that's why we're free.
don't try your head games on me. i've gutted better telepaths than you. creed rears back to hammer kayla, a blow that would separate her head from her body. logan catches creed's fist inches from kayla's face.
oh, i'm happy picking on men. creed swings at logan's head, logan ducks, and the fight begins. this is melee so efficient that no motion is wasted. every lunge would kill any other adversary. every parried blow would shatter a normal man's arm. kayla, bleeding from the nose, staggers to her feet. she helps up hines and pushes her toward the door.
you're ruining my party. he grabs hold of logan and hurls him headfirst through the cell wall-- a concrete support wall.
how you gonna fight without eyes, little man? logan brings his knee up hard, smashing his adamantium- enhanced kneecap into creed's groin. the big man groans. logan spins creed around, jamming him against the wall. he tries to skewer creed with the claws of his right hand but creed moves his head at the last moment. logan's claws are buried to the hilt-in the wall. he strikes at creed with his left hand, but creed dodges again. all six of logan's claws are deep in the solid rock wall. he brings his hands. together, the adamantium blades slicing through granite as if it were cheesecake. creed ducks under the claws an instant before they shred him. he grabs logan in a-bear hug. a large section of the wall behind them falls out, and, unable to halt their momentum, logan and creed tumble through the hole, disappearing from sight. kayla runs over and stands at the jagged precipice, looking out onto the gargantuan weapon xi cavern.
your pal wraith pissed all over my boots when i crushed his spine. smell like fear, don't they? something changes within logan, a fury so overwhelming it cannot be contained, a rage so vast it could only be called berserker. .logan rolls toward his tormentor, sweeping his claws straight through creed's ankle, severing the foot. creed screams and falls to his knees. logan stands, grabbing a handful of creed's dirty blonde hair.