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Selina Kyle ([personal profile] meowminx) wrote2010-04-13 02:54 pm
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WHO: Selina ([livejournal.com profile] catmasked) & Sabretooth ([livejournal.com 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?)
FORMAT: Para?

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.

[identity profile] fangsmile.livejournal.com 2010-04-21 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
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."

[identity profile] fangsmile.livejournal.com 2010-04-22 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] fangsmile.livejournal.com 2010-04-22 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] fangsmile.livejournal.com 2010-04-22 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] fangsmile.livejournal.com 2010-04-23 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
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.