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WHO: Selina ([ profile] catmasked) & Sabretooth ([ profile] fangsmile)
WHERE: Ramus the leopard's jungle-in-a-warehouse
WHEN: April 22nd
SUMMARY: Selina is Logan's girlfriend. Victor has a tradition of killing Logan's girlfriends.
WARNINGS: Violence, blood, Creed being a Major Creeper (potentially triggering?)

After the latest bit of chaos in the City, Selina needed a break. A vacation wasn't out of the question yet, but visiting the warehouse where Ramus spent many of his days served as a good quick fix.

Selina had to admit that Pam had done a great job with the place. Months later and the tropical flora was still lush and green. As much as Selina was a city girl at heart, she could appreciate the beauty of such a place. She knew that Ramus did -- now that he had claws, he was taking full advantages of the trees that stretched to the rooftops.

While she'd brought a collected volume of Dorthy Parker, the humid warmth of the building was making Selina sleepy. Maybe she'd take a quick nap while Ramus chased the birds that had taken residence indoors. The folding chair she kept here reclined for just that purpose, after all.

Date: 2010-04-13 11:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Logan had good taste, and had scented his new lady up but good. Tracking her was the easy part.

Creed slid into the warehouse a silent as a greased shadow, and what he saw inside almost took his breath away. Somehow, Selina had turned this patch of urban Nothing into a gorgeous Eden. He sank into some bushes just in time to observe an enormous jungle cat chasing playfully after a bird who was much less keen on the game. A hideous smile crept over his face.

He followed his nose, not making so much as a sound until he was close enough to slit her throat while she slept. But instead he just stood over her at the head of her chair, and leaned so he could watch her sleeping face, upside-down.

"So you like big cats."

Date: 2010-04-14 09:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Right. Because if he should decide to fly into a violent rage, the chair would stop him. He continued to smile at her as he casually lifted it in one hand and chucked it behind him. Then he took a step forward.

"These communicator things get old for me pretty quickly. They've got these little buttons, and I have," he chuckled, "Big hands. So I figured I'd get to know you in person."

Weird, he was hoping that she would have seemed more scared. But knowing the Runt, he'd probably picked a skirt that could put up a decent fight. So this was going to be one of those all-day things.

"Now that you've fucked your way into the family... you and I? We're going to be real close." He took another step. "I feel closer to you already."

Date: 2010-04-15 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Sabretooth shrugged out of his coat, folded it neatly, and set it on her lawn chair, before turning back to the skiddish lady in black and giving a low, playful little growl.

"Sorry, not asking."

For a big guy, he was damn fast. Not superhuman, but fast enough. He had her lifted off the ground in no time, practically crushing her against his chest while he landed a solid, dripping lick along her cheek.

For some reason that always seemed to bother people worse than a punch to the face.

Date: 2010-04-17 12:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The phasing he hadn't expected. What the hell? Had Logan really just gone out and finally gotten a version of one of his sidekicks that he could actually fuck without feeling like a dirty old man?

By the time he'd adjusted to that unnerving phase-feeling of someone's flesh passing through his own, he was already on his back. Right. So Mrs. Runt was also tougher than she looked. That, at least, he had expected, and rolled backwards as soon as he hit the floor until he was back on his feet, in a crouched position and ready to pounce.

Politely, he waited until she looked ready to brawl. Then he flew at her, claws out, and ready to tear her apart.

Date: 2010-04-17 01:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He felt his jaw dislocate, and while she pulled back in anticipation of his next move, he reached up and reset it with a casual, sickening crack. Dumb bitch. Really dumb.

Fine, so he couldn't scratch her flesh for now. No problem.

Creed lunged at her again, but instead of aiming for her throat this time, he grabbed her by the fabric of her shirt, and ripped it forward. She could rush into his arms along with the pull, or she could stand her ground and be nearly topless. Either worked for him.

Date: 2010-04-17 09:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"GAH!" Well, at least she felt like solid flesh again. He skipped the rest of the foreplay and decked Selina right across her pretty little cheekbone, then doubled over to grab his aching knee, "Shit."

In the second it took him to look back up, he'd already lost his mind. He was an animal again, teeth bared and eyes seeing nothing but red. Creed signalled in only on her scent, her sweat, her fear. Soon enough, her blood too.

whoo-hoo WHIP IT! *ahem*

Date: 2010-04-18 09:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Well, look who's playing 'Lion Tamer.']

Sabretooth ignored the potential threat and sprung like a frenzied animal. His massive hands grasped at her wrists, trying to force her to be still as his fangs missed, snapping closed just inches in front of her face.

Date: 2010-04-19 11:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He snarled horribly as he fell through her, catching himself on the floor just in time for a tremendous weight to launch itself onto his back. There was another roar, not his own, and then long, sharp teeth sank into his throat.

With an accompanying roar Sabretooth twisted around underneath the large animal, and bit it right back, getting mostly fur but still making his point. As it prepared to attack him again he sank both sets of claws deep into its opposite flanks, and it squealed pathetically and backed off.

Creed staggered to his feet, grabbing at his dripping neck.

Date: 2010-04-21 08:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
There was a dull sting around his waist and he felt himself be dragged away from the leopard. When he looked down, he realized in a rage that it wasn't Selina's little pet manipulating him this time. It was Logan's.

"You're strong, Darlin'," he snarled at her, and grabbed the whip where it pulled him from his cored, so he could yank just has hard as she had and bring them even closer. "But I'm stronger. Don't worry too much about pride. I'll let Wolverine know you put up a terrific fight."

Date: 2010-04-22 10:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You can run but you can't hide," he pushed his way forcefully through the indoor jungle, feeling more like a predator than ever. It was a lie, of course. She couldn't run. Not from a nose like his. Hell, now he even had her taste on his tongue. Tracking her in this big old shack was going to be too easy.

Sure enough, he spotted her. A female form silhoetted against tropical foliage. Practically a fantasy come to life. Creed charged forward, grabbing at her arm with his claws hungry for flesh.

Date: 2010-04-22 09:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He took the kick to the face. Just took it, and shook it off. The taste of blood had never scared him off before, even if it was his own. Instead he attempted to throw her to the ground, then dragged her back up to face him again with a vice-like grip on her arm.

And he was never, ever letting go. Until one of them stopped breathing.

He returned the kick she'd given him with a knee to her stomach, and when she doubled over, brought an elbow down on her shoulders. Stupid, stupid little tease. He would have made it quick, if she'd behaved.

"S'alright, Darlin'. It's almost over." With his other hand, he lightly traced a sharp line across her dainty neck. It was time for the kill.

Date: 2010-04-22 11:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It wasn't the worst pain that Victor Creed had ever experienced in his life.

But it was pretty fucking bad.

His hand seemed to have melted away from him like blood-red wax, stuck in a tree and leaving him only with a stump of bone and impotent nerve endings. Creed howled and clutched at what was left of his arm to his chest. Blood was everywhere. That he'd expected. He just hadn't planned on it being his blood, his gore forever tainting that building of anything light or good.

"YOU CRAZY BITCH!" He screamed at her from his knees, then fell over even more curling in on himself in an effort to stop the bleeding and achieve at least some level of comfort. It still hurt. Fuck him, it still fucking hurt! "I'LL KILL YOU! GAAAH MY HAND, I'M GONNA RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!"

But he didn't move from the floor.

Date: 2010-04-23 12:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
After she'd gone for the head, he wasn't sure how long he was out, bleeding on the ground like that. Maybe two hours. Maybe ten seconds. When he peeled one bloodshot eye open, his head was pounding, and he was freezing cold. Probably lost too much blood.

Logan's bitch wasn't in his line of sight, but when he scented the air he knew she was still somewhere in that warehouse. So he'd have to be quiet if he was getting out of there with his one remaining hand.

He hissed, sucking in air against the pain as he heaved himself up on his feet. Fucking Selina. Slowly, and as stealthily as he could, he hobbled toward the same opening he'd entered from. Fucking Logan.

Outside, sunlight burned his eyes and made his head ache all over again, but at least he was away. Had to keep moving... it wouldn't be long 'til the other heroes came too.

Fucking City.


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