Come out, Come Out, Where Ever You Are

[Victor Creed]

Life was...boring. Between causing random chaos and pestering the Runt, there really wasn't much to keep Victor Creed occupied these days. So he had decided to visit old stomping grounds.

The Brotherhood was always up for something interesting. Granted he didn't really agree with them, hell he rarely agreed with anyone. But they did know how to have a good time. Of course he knew what he had been when he was with that group. The muscle. That's all he was good for, not that he minded. Ripping someone open with his claws always put a grin on his face.

Victor wandered the surface of the area...he knew he was close, he could smell it. But it was hard to find exactly where the 'switch' had to be. Something that would let him into the lower levels of the Brotherhood's acquired facility. Would they be happy to see him? Maybe. And if not well then he'd have fun too. Oh yes this was a good idea. He continued to sniff around, smelling old hints of familiar scents. It seemed that no one had been around here for a long time. So either they hid themselves well, which he doubted, then his idea of fun might just be short lived.

Suddenly his muscles tensed and he paused his movement. Had he just heard something?

Victor stood there quietly, the breeze from the air causing his jacket to rustle a bit. The rest of his attire was fairly simple. Military style pants of a green shade that clung to his legs slightly. As well as a simple white t-shirt. Creed wasn't much for fashion statements, though he did seem to have a fondness for jackets and longer coats. And let us not forget those old heavy boots he wore.

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Alaska. What a desolate, cold, place. Why anyone would live in this place boggled Merfonde's mind. So, you could imagine her surprise when her current 'sort of' target ended up traveling to the place. She wasn't technically on the job, but she wasn't one for vacations. She wasn't after a bounty, not today. Today she was after a challenge, pure and simple.

Tracking the man known as Victor, and remaining undetected, was the biggest challenge of them all. She had to stay downwind, no matter what the situation, otherwise he can, and would smell her. To make matters worse his hearing was just as dangerous. Either way, this was probably the most cautious she had ever had to be on the hunt.... The whole concept thrilled her.

She stayed in the dense trees, hidden from sight, watching the giant of a man intently. She was trying to decide what to do now. Engaging in a fight would just be stupid. She might have been trained specifically for these situations, he still had size and muscle on his side....

Quietly, she moved away from her hiding place, keeping low to the ground in case he happened to look in her direction.

Crunch!

Merfonde froze, her whole body frozen. Slowly.... She looked down. Dried leafs and twigs.... So much for being prepared for any situation!

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[Victor Creed]

Victor turned to face the lines of the trees, arching a brow as he realized that he wasn't alone. Somehow a little bunny had snuck up on him. Interesting. That alone was a bit impressive, not many could sneak up on him. But what seemed dangerous was that she had attempted to sneak up on him. She apparently already knew who he was.

But a confident little smirk came to his lips as he started to walk towards her. The Brotherhood could wait. He only hoped that he wouldn't spook the Bunny away. After all, chases usually ended with a few important bones broken...and then his toy wouldn't move anymore.

"Not a bad job...not bad at all." He started to talk to her as he grew closer. One claw moved up to his ear to point it out. "But you got greedy in those last few feet didn't you? Always know where you're stepping..."

He stopped a few feet away from her, still smirking as he chuckled to the advice he had just given her. He took a deep inhale for a moment, closing his eyes as he studied her scent...oh he wouldn't forget this one. Those amber eyes opened and looked to her again, "And hiding that tempting scent from me...now that is a crime."

Oh, he had no idea what the woman wanted...and really didn't care. This would probably end in one of three ways. Her dead, him dead, or somehow he would resist the temptation to feel his claws drag through her flesh like cutting fabric.

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It seemed that as soon as her presence was announced, it took the giant little to no time to spot her. Well that was great. Still, for being caught.... Merfonde didn't look at all worried. The woman just smirked, rising from her crouch.

He was close now, close enough that he was actually talking. Hearing what he had to say... Merfonde actually chuckled. "Are you impressed?" Her eyebrows were raised, that smirk on her lips still. As for being greedy... Perhaps she had been. But if he had normal hearing she wouldn’t have had to worry about something as small as dry leafs! Still, how could she make a bonehead mistake like that?

That look in his eyes.... It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. It was like a predator staring at a piece of meat. A friendly reminder at just how different this man was from her usual targets... For some reason though? She didn't seem, or even look scared in the least. Actually, She didn't even seem like the type of person that recognized fear as an emotion. "Tempting you say?" She was grinning. "Should I feel flattered?” For some reason she almost did.

She ran her fingers through her hair, smirking again. “So? I’ve been caught. What are you going to do now?” For being ‘caught’ she was unusually clam, that smirk half daring him to try something.

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[Victor Creed]

Interesting. He wasn't used to women even seeming flattered in his presence. Most of them were running by now. He sniffed at the air again, as if trying to figure something out before he moved from his spot again. He circled her...fueling the predatory and prey aura around their encounter for the moment. And just what was he sniffing for? Something out of the ordinary...something that screamed, Mutant and you better figure out that power right away or you're screwed ...but he had no sense of it. A human?! A human dared hunt him and be so bold? Interesting indeed.

Though that circle wasn't made completely around before he was right behind her. Large masculine frame seeming to dwarf hers as he stood so close. But before she could react he had a hand woven into her hair, gripping it tightly while he took the chance for a closer sniff. A little growl rumbling in his throat while his face was right next to hers as he smelled her neck. "You should be flattered. It's been a long time since I've smelled beauty and guts." His deep voice was whispered darkly into her ear while his other large arm moved around to wrap over her stomach, simply a precaution to keep her still.

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The moment he started 'circling' her hands propped on her hims in a defiant, 'are you really doing that?', sort of way. It actually irritated her a little, making her feel even more like a steak. Of course he was interested. Merfonde wasn't like most women.... Not to mention someone with his.... Reputation couldn't be used to a women's company in general. It almost made her snicker. Maybe it would be fun to mess with him a little. She'd only been tracking him for the thrill anyway, it wasn't like she had a bounty for his head...

His inspection seemed to have finished in only half a circle, the woman never moving from the spot, her hazel gaze having followed him until he stood directly behind her. Interestingly enough, her head didn't move to keep him in sight, instead.... She waited. With the sudden grip on her hair, her hands dropped to her side, the woman having no desire to fight back.... Yet. "Really? And how long would a 'long time' be?" She was smirking again, still allowing him to do what he wanted, even enclose her in his other arm, ensuring that she had no escape route.... Or so he thought.

"Shouldn't you at least tell me you're name before you start getting ideas? After all, Sabretooth is quite a mouthful." She was smirking wickedly, waiting for his reaction. After all, he didn't need to know how much she knew about him...

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[Victor Creed]

"Well for that particular combination...quite a few years...maybe even decades. They kind of run together you know. But my claws spilled that combination's guts a long time ago." As he said that his claws dragged along her stomach in playful description. He made that point more in a warning than anything. Yea he was amused now but he was far from promising her any sort of safety around him. "As for smelling beauty...that's not all that rare."

He started to chuckle when she mentioned his alias...a chuckle that quickly turned into a deep laugh. The laugh was of amusement more than anything sinister that might have been traveling through his head. He let go of his grip on her hair and around her body before he gave her a bit of a push away from him. Just enough to make her move a step or two away before most likely turning around so he could look at her face to face again.

What was this girl's motive? There was something about her demeanor that did amuse him, but how long would that last? Though his company with women never lasted all that long...even Birdy didn't last. "Well you did find me. I assumed you knew this already. But if you insist. My name is Victor Creed. And just who are you Bunny?"

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Spilled their guts? Merfonde's gaze slowly dropped to watch his sharp claws trail across her own stomach. He could have easily pierced her skin, yet didn't. So he was going to play with her? Maybe today would be fun...

"And do you plan on 'spilling' my guts as well?" Merfonde actually sounded like she was going to laugh! The broad grin on her lips didn't help all that much either. "Try it then. Let's see what happens." It wasn't 'quite' a threat, more like a dare. Why a human like her would dare him to try something like this.... Either she was insane, or had a surprise or two up her sleeves.

Even a small push from him was more then enough to send her stumbling slightly. Such insane strength... Like he expected, she did turn back to face him, still smirking. She shook her head, shaking her hair back over her shoulders. "That's true..." A small pause. "That doesn't mean I know everything about you, though." Which was true... To a point. After all, where was the fun in knowing everything about your target? "Bunny?" Her eyebrows raised, a smile crossing her lips again. "Merfonde Duskrunner."

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[Victor Creed]

Spill her guts? Maybe. Cut off a limb? Maybe. Drown her in the nearby lake? Maybe. He hadn't quite decided how he'd like to see the life leave this precious creature in front of him...yet.

"Merfonde Duskrunner huh? You don't look like a squaw." That comment was aloud but mostly to himself as he shrugged a bit. He eyed her again, looking over her body. While those amber eyes seemed womanizing...he was actually checking for weapons. Looking at the way her clothes hung on her body. Making mental calculations as to what kind of weapon could be hidden where depend on those clothes. He was a brash and hot headed man, but he wasn't stupid. While she had the spirit of a 'gutsy' girl, he figured she was playing him for a fool right now. He had expected her to make a move when he grappled her after all.

"So spill it Toots. Why are you tracking me? What do you want?" Those eyes narrowed at her as if she should probably choose her words carefully. "If you want a fight, just say so. Or if you want something more.." He rolled his shoulders a little with a wicked smirk that showed of a pointed canine tooth. "All you gotta do is ask Bunny."

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Merfonde laughed. Squaw? He thought she was Native American? "I'm not Native American. At least not that I'm aware of." After all, Duskrunner wasn't her 'real' surname, but rather one she'd chosen to use as a teenager. He didn't need to know that though. "Not everyone goes by their real name, after all." She smiled.

Of course she had weapons. On her though.... That was a different story. The only one she seemed to have on her was a thin dagger attached to her right calf, probably as a precaution. She hadn't made any moves for it, after all. The rest of her weapons were stashed somewhere, safely out of the way, mainly so someone, specifically Victor, didn't try to use them against her.

His question made her shrug, the woman completely ignoring his somewhat warning. "The challenge, of course. Do I need a reason other then that?" She twirled a lock of her own hair between to fingers, a thoughtful expression on her face. "After that, I hadn't quite decided." She chuckled softly, still twirling the hair. "Does that answer satisfy your curiosity?" Again, he called her Bunny, her eyebrows lifting once more. Why did he keep calling her that?

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[Victor Creed]

"Not really. Everyone has motives Darlin'. And a 'challenge'? That doesn't cut it with me. You just woke up one day and thought. 'Oh today I'm going to track down one of the most dangerous men alive'. Hmph...let's stop the lying and get right to it shall we? What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

The entertained look on his face had faded as he stared at her intently. He was tired of playing the 'game' if she was just going to stand there. And if she didn't say something...or do something...well he was going to start to make up things on his own. And that wouldn't end well...for her. Not many humans sought Victor out, and if they did they usually had some form of body guard. While he admittedly assumed she could protect herself for the time being, this whole interaction was starting to smell like a set up.

He folded his arms over his chest then, that gaze never faltering from her. Muscles tightened slightly, though it was hard to see beneath his clothes. They twitched with anticipation, if she did make a move it would be hard to catch him by surprise now.

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Merfonde blinked.... After a few minutes, a sly, taunting smirk crossed her lips. "Oh I see. So I'm incapable of doing anything just for the hell of it?" She paused for a few minutes, her eyes rolling. "Fine. Let's see...." Another thoughtful look, she even went as far as lightly tapping her chin with a finger. "Well, perhaps I thought one of the most 'dangerous' men was bored? Or maybe I was curious to see just what he was capable of first hand?" She tilted her head slightly, that sly smirk of hers still visible. "Or maybe, just maybe, I'm here for the thrill?"

She suddenly shrugged though, a little more dramatically then necessary. "But, seeing as my company has to come with some elaborate motive, I don't see much point in staying. I'll just have to go find someone else capable of holding my attention."

She knew he was ready to spring. He was like a big cat, coiled, ready for the unexpected. Perhaps.... Even ready to chase after what he thought was his prey? She hopped so. With a softer smile this time, she turned her back to him, something most people would call stupid, what Merfonde would call stupid, but would he really strike down such interesting prey? Slowly and gracefully she took those first few steps away...

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[Victor Creed]

Hmph, she was starting to get annoying. He snarled slightly as she turned from him and started to walk away. What was up with this girl? Who seriously would come looking for him just because they were bored. Well if she wanted a 'thrill', he could give that to her...easily. He let out a slight growl before he moved forward quickly. Perhaps even quicker than she expected, until he had her by the hair again.

"You know, you really shouldn't turn your back on a wild 'beast'. It makes them want to strike even more." He growled louder this time. Victor was getting tired of the games and her toying attitude. She was going to have to protect herself now if she knew what was good for her.

Pulling her closer to him he looked her in the eyes, hair still firmly in his grasp. "Now why don't you scream like a good lil Bunny." It was obvious now he wasn't playing as he had been before...and if she didn't put up a fight this time, she was as good as dead. Hmm...the drowning would be fun, let's try that one.

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Victor was fast. Faster then she had expected for such a large man. Fast enough that his fingers had already closed around her hair before she could move to stop him. That was the thing about putting your back to someone, made it far to difficult to defend against these kinds of attacks. But like she'd told him before, she was in this for the challenge.

"Well, maybe that's the point?" The woman didn't flinch or yelp from his maneuvering her around by her hair. If anything she looked like she might laugh, her grin wide. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't scream." Suddenly she looked serious, a dangerous spark in her eyes.

Casually she reached up with one hand to where he held her hair. A normal person would think she was just trying to get him to release her hair. No, quite the opposite, she was just making sure she got a grip on him. Her long fingers closed around his wrist, tightly, tighter then you would expect possible for someone her size. With out any hesitation, she brought her other hand around, swinging it up with enough force to break bones, aiming for the outside of his elbow.

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[Victor Creed]

"So the bunny has fangs." Victor smirked down at her. Oh yes she did indeed hit his elbow. And it did indeed hurt, even felt and heard a bit of a crack to it. The problem with Victor though was his pain tolerance...and there was a lot of it. Goes with the territory when you get shot to hell with bullets and survive. She was pretty strong for a human. He took a tighter grip of her hair just as his clawed hand moved up to grip her by the neck. His other hand untangled itself from her hair as he rose her off the ground by her neck with the other. It always amazed him how little women could weigh, it was like picking up a feather. She still had that grip on his wrist and he didn't seem to care.

It was then that he started to walk towards that lake...now intent on his plan of drowning her. Of course that would only work if he could keep that grip on her neck. After all if he was going to go to the trouble of drowning someone he wanted to personally watch every moment and look of panic on her face. Now that would be real pretty. At least it would be a nice present for the Brotherhood to find.