Enter the Beast

[Victor Creed]

What time was it? Only one AM? Hmph. Victor was bored to tears. Even in a rundown bar in Canada; he was bored. The large man sat back in a corner table, keeping his back to the wall. Billy the Kid had the right idea with that rule, though Victor did have heightened senses on his side. He just liked being able to watch everyone as he sat in his leaned back chair. Booted feet were resting on the table before him as he reclined, his arms folded behind his head.

With the whole world at war amongst itself, you’d think there would be more excitement. The bar was dead…and it was a dive. It smelled of liquor, smoke, bad body odor, blood and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The lights were dim and barely let anyone see any real detail, as if the lights themselves smudged the interior and inhabitants of the room. There were only three other people in the bar besides himself and the bartender.

He was tired of this. Dropping his feet down from the table Victor rose up to his six and a half foot height to down the rest of that bottle of beer. Victor walked to the bar then to drop off the payment for his drink and a minor tip.

He turned to leave only to feel someone grab his arm to pin it on the bar top. A sneer upturned his lip revealing pointed canine teeth as those eyes turned to look upon the man that dared to touch him.

“The hell is up with your hand?” A large burly man asked. It seemed that he had noticed Victor’s adamantium coated claws.

A growl rumbled in his throat while Victor’s eyes met with that man’s. “Let go of my arm.”

“Oh okay Ma’am, didn’t mean to mess with your manicure.”

Creed’s claws dug into the bar then, easily piercing into the wood. It was enough to get the oaf’s attention before his other arm whipped around to deck the slob. Blood from the man’s broken jaw started to pour over the bar and pool on the ground once that fat plaid covered torso hit the ground hard. Victor smirked and shrugged his shoulders to settle the jacket he wore back to its correct placement on his shoulders. But just as he started to move towards the door again he heard the all too familiar sound of someone making a mistake. Really? Again the heavily side-burned face turned to glance behind him only to see the scruffy old bartender with a sawed off shotgun pointed straight at him. “What are you going to do old man? Shoot me?”

“G….get out of my bar.”

Victor smirked deviously as he took a step towards the bar as he watched the man start to quiver in fear. “You know I was going to get out. But now I think I like it here.” Well this was more interesting than sitting back at that run down motel and watching TV.

“Just….I dunna want trouble…leave or I’ll shoot ya.”

Creed managed to make it all the way to the bar again to place those large hands down onto the top of that wood surface. “What’s stopping you then?” He loved the way this man was shaking in his boots and the smirk on his face showed it. Yet, somehow he didn’t seem to think that the bartender was as amused as he was. It was then that the old man closed his eyes and fired that weapon of his. Poor Creed took the shot, right in the face and chest. That heavily muscled body fell back from the impact of those metal beads hitting him so harshly. The problem was, within a few minutes and with a slight groan he was rising up to his feet. Those eyes looked down to his bloodied shirt while little pellets were being pushed out of his body. As much as his body was healing before those witness’ eyes….it still hurt. Getting shot always hurt. But sometimes pain felt so nice, and inflicting pain felt even nicer. His eyes turned up to the bartender, who was frozen in shock now. “This was my favorite shirt you know and now look at it. Full of holes and covered in blood.” The man continued to stare at him as Victor step forward again, this time grabbing the old man by the shirt and pulling him over the bartop to look him in the eyes. “What are you going to do about that?” The bartender started to whimper and stammer making Victor roll this eyes. “That’s what I thought.” Then just as simply as he grabbed the man he slammed his forehead into his in a vicious head butt. Whether the bartender was unconscious or dead now, Victor didn’t care. He let go of the limp body before he looked over to the other two people in the bar. “Now I would like to leave. If you have any objections then please feel free to express them to me.” That wicked smirk returned as he stared them each down, and smartly they made no comment.

Once more the humanoid beast headed for the door to the bar and this time he was not interrupted. Victor walked out of that bar and got into his old beat up truck. Well there went the excitement for the night. He turned on the engine of the truck and drove off to that motel room he had bought earlier…probably wise not to be around once the cops showed up after all.

[logan]

He couldn't take it anymore, he just couldn't stand being cooped up at the mansion. It was like putting a wild dog into a dog pound and expect it to stay and behave itself. Logan was restless, so once again he picked a time where nobody was about and took the bike for a spin. Once he was on familiar roads that he knew lead to his favorite getaway bar, he hit the noss and went full speed. The wind in his face felt great, and once he crossed the Canadian border it was mixed with the sweet smell of pine and early spring. All he needed to do was find the bar, light up a cigar and it'd be perfect, but that was before an even more familiar smell hit his nose.

Immediately he stopped his bike, which almost went flipping over with him ontop of it. He stopped and sniffed the air, then making sure he wasn't hallucinating he sniffed again. It smelled like him, the mixture of sweat, dirt, and the untamed mixture of wild animal and adamanium that was so well aquanted and familiar with his. But it couldn't be, the man was dead. Logan was there and saw Cyclops blast him into the air and right down in the ocean. So why is it, how could it be that he was smelling Sabertooth, and once again why did it feel so dangerous and familiar once he smelled him as it had before?

None of that mattered now. Sabertooth was back, and that meant two things. One was that he would be able to get answers, and two, where ever Sabertooth could be smelled, danger and death weren't far behind. With new found determination, Logan turned the bike and shot down the road, following the scent.

There was a bad feeling in the pit of his stomache as he followed the scent to the bar. It was the same bar he was always seen at from time to time, and he didn't like how it looked. There was a smell of blood, gunpowder, death, and the unmistakeable scent of fear. He ran into the bar, bursting through the doors and stopped as soon as he entered. A man laid dead on the floor, his head caved in, while another was being helped up with a very limp jaw. Victor was here.

"What happened here?"

"Some man came in and started causing trouble. He broke this fella's jaw and...well you see what he did to our recent barkeep." the man said.

"Where did he go?"

"Not sure, he took off in a truck down the road."

Without another word he turned and left the bar, looking around for signs of tracks. Thankfully the tracks from the truck dug deep into t he earth. Sabertooth was in a hurry to leave, why Logan wasn't sure. He got onto his bike and focused his attention on the tracks. Starting the engine, he used his nose to follow the scent of exhaust and rust that would no doubt lead him to the answers he wanted. It was time to settle things, and this time for good.

[Victor Creed]

Victor drove back to that simple motel. It wasn't fancy in the least and he didn't care. All he needed was a bed and a tv...and hell those were luxuries. Once that old truck parked infront of the door of his room he turned the engine off and got out. With a slam of the door, the truck wobbled a little but he hadn't used enough force to harm the vehicle.

Creed then felt a slight chill run up his spine...weird. And as he searched his jacket for a cigar he idlely sniffed at the air. But something was different, wasn't it? His search stopped as he sniffed the air again. A smirk came to his face immediately as he smelled an all to familiar scent. It was faint, just barely coming in on the wind.

"Well well, if it isn't the Runt." He spoke to himself as he glanced down the dirt road. He didn't see him but he was sure that he wouldn't be too far off. Logan's senses were just as good as his own, and if he could smell him...it was certain that Logan could.

Now just what would Victor do with this information? Go running head on to meet him? Nah. Though the idea of getting in his truck and ramming him down had its appeal. No, Creed had a better idea. It was time to bring the monsters together, and what better way than in their natural habitat.

Oh how he loved Canada!

He started to grin as he sprinted into the nearby woods. Assuming that Wolverine wasn't on foot, he had little time to put that forming plan in his head into action. Two legs were used to run for a bit before he ditched his jacket. He left it more for a tease to Logan more than anything. Creed then lowered his stance, changing his run into four limbed dash. Skillfully ducking and weaving through the trees he continued on until the forest grew dense.

The thick of the forest would bring him more cover as the night grew later. And with a easy leap he climbed into a thick tree, gripping onto a sturdy branch and pulling himself up. It was there that he would wait...wait and see how long the half pint would take to find him.

[logan]

The sun began to slowly set on the horizon, the sky turning it's usual pink-orange color against the white clouds which now began to give way to an purple tint. The tracks were beginning to soften up, which meant he was arriving at the point where the truck made it's stop. He wasn't wrong either, for just up ahead was an old, one story hotel, and infront was a rusty old pickup truck. He knew it had to be Sabertooth's, the truck was heavy with his smell.

He sniffed the air once more, following it up towards the hotel. He extended his claws as he stood at the door. Taking no chances, he kicked in the door and walked in, but as he looked around he realized that nobody was there. The man had fled, but to where? Another exploration of the atmosphere directed him to another location, and as he turned he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity with the woods. Something about this seemed all too familiar to him.

The sun was just disappearing over the mountains as he took off into the woods, following the now heavy scent of his rival. As he continued on, he felt something soft under his foot, and looking down he noticed he wasn't stepping on earth then. Reaching down, he picked up the object and looked it over. It was a long, dusty coat, looking as if it had seen it's fair share of wear and tear from weather and who knows what else.

He growled softly, knowing that it seemed like just a little game to him. Hide and seek in the woods, and Wolvering had just walked into it without even knowing. His claws still extended, he continued to follow the scent, leaving the coat behind on the earth. He didn't know what was going to happen next, but as he followed the scent, he came closer and closer to a nearby tree. That's where the scent ended, and it was at that point...Logan looked up.

[Victor Creed]

And just as Wolverine casted his head upwards, Creed jumped down. He landed behind him giving Logan no time to react to his sudden presence before Victor swiped at his head with those metal razor sharp claws.

He jumped backwards then, giving a good distance between the two, about three feet or so. A smirk crossing his face as he stared the smaller man down. His knees were bent slightly as his muscles twitched with anticipation. Fights with Logan were always fun. It was just too bad that he didn't have time to really prepare for him. Would have been great to find his latest squeeze and string her up on a tree for bait. Oh well.

"My my...and here I thought I was going to have to come and find you. Thanks for making it easy for me." Victor laughed a bit while he side stepped along the space he given them for the time being. "So, its been awhile. How have you been?" A deep chuckle sounded from him again. He didn't expect Logan to answer him but he enjoyed taunting him. And it was always fun making it seem like they were still old friends. Maybe a part of him missed those days that they were comrades in arms....maybe.

[logan]

The figure was fast, just as he remembered. He turned in time to catch a little glint of those claws as they were mere inches from his head. He lept back and readied himself in his battle stance, arms outstretched as he focused on the man that held such a strange yet familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. He could only smirk as Victor spoke to him.

"Speak for yourself. Since when did you get smart enough to make complete sentences?"

Another familiar movement. Victor began to sidestep, and Logan's legs began to follow in suit as if driven by a life of their own. Every muscle in his body twitched and ached, waiting for this little dance to end. Something in the back of his mind tugged and pounded against his brain, doing it's best to make him remember something. Something that seemed to tell him why he always ended up facing the man on these terms.

"I've been better. What about you? Last I saw, you were taking a dive off a three hundered foot statue."

When Victor chuckled, Logan let out a small growl, his fingers opening and closing as he waited to strike. The cold wind blew along the grass as the night completed it's cover over the sky. The only thing keeping Logan focused on Victor now was his sense of smell and hearing. Sight was limited due to the only light coming from the flashing sign of the hotel and the rare headlights from passing cars.

[Victor Creed]

The sentence insult didn't surprise Creed at all, and he just ignored it. "Yea, that tickled a bit...but I heard a pretty little harlot killed that boyscout. Too bad I didn't have time to dig my claws into him myself. I guess you'll have to do." He continued to move around Logan, watching as he sensed the same tension in him that was in his body as well. Oh he could just imagine the things twisting in the poor man's head.

"Oh you do remember that don't you? I forget that your memory isn't always the best. I mean there was enough sexual tension between you and that red head, you coulda cut it with a knife. Mmn, but..I don't blame you either...I would have loved to have had a piece of that." Another taunt given to Logan, words purposely chosen just to piss the runt off as he waited for an opportune moment to strike. With how tense Logan was this wasn't going to be easy. What was a little pain?

A beastial growl was given as he leapt towards Logan. He went for a full on tackle, using his weight and momentum to take him down before those claws could claw at whatever flesh was readily available.

[logan]

"Leave her alone!"

That little smirk of his vanished when he mentioned Jean. Trashing Scott was one thing, but when he went as far as insulting Jean, that was the end of the talk. Thankfully Victor must've thought the same thing, for as soon as words was done, the man lept at him. Logan in turn gave an animalistic roar and charged, leaping just as Victor did, making contact with the man and his claws sinking into Victor's shoulders.

Their bodies connected hard, and with Victor being bigger and heavier than Logan, it was obvous where the momentum would be shifting. Sure enough Logan found himself flying backwards and hitting the ground hard with Victor on top of him. Again it all seemed to familiar, so familiar that when his body hit the ground, he allowed the momentum to continue and use his feet to kick victor off of him and launch the bigger man into the air.

He knew that the launch wouldn't be too far, and most likely Victor would be able to angle himself to land on his feet. He knew the man would, some how Logan just knew it. He got up, shaking his head as the breath returned to him. He turned and faced Victor, just in time to see the shredded shirt that the bigger man wore. He couldn't help but smirk at what must've happened.

"Nice shirt. Get in a fight with a cat?"

[Victor Creed]

Oh did he touch a nerve? Good. The two forces met with a loud thud, like a large boulder hitting the ground. Victor growled as he felt those familiar long metal claws pierce into his shoulders. Though while he loomed over the smaller man his own claws ripped at Logan's arm before Creed found himself flying through the air. He turned in the air easily, landing on feet but skidding backwards slightly with one hand on the ground for balance sake.

Rising up to his feet he cocked his head back and forth to the sides so that he could crack his neck and loosen the joints a bit. A smirk crossing his lips as he felt the wounds in his shoulders seal up and heard Logan's comment about his shirt. "Bar had a bit of a bug problem.."

Victor chuckled darkly before he moved his own hand to his chest, letting his claws grip at the holes in his shirt before he ripped the fabric from his torso. Well it wasn't really doing him any good right now anyway, why keep the tattered thing?

It was then that he noticed a rather convenient boulder. Reaching over he easily picked up the rock, pulling most from the earth. That boulder was easily twice his size before he hurled it towards Logan with vicious speed. But that boulder was only used for a distraction. Victor was right behind it ready to strike. He knew Logan's claws could easily dispatch the rock...but while he was busy Victor could duck down and land a few low blows.

[logan]

Logan cried out as Victor's claws opened up a few wounds on his arms. He rolled over and stood, returning to his defensive stance as he waited. He cracked his neck as his wounds began to quickly heal, his own eyes watching Victor's own wounds healing as well. He had to smirk when the man mentioned a bug problem.

"Yeah? Looks like they let one of their cockroaches escape."

He waited, his muscles as tensed as ever as he stood across from his old adversary. As Victor disguarded the tattered shirt and smiled, Logan could tell the man was up to something. His eyes widened as he saw Victor rais a boulder that looked even too big for the man to lift. Yet he was lifting it like a toddler would lift a small pebble. With a swift move, the boulder flew in his direction.

He had only a few moments to decide what to do, and thanks to the military and the x-men training, though how he remembered about military training was beyond him at this moment, it didn't take him long to figure things out. Plan A would've been to try and jump the boulder, and Plan B would be to try and duck down. Knowing that neither would give him an edge, he decided to try for Plan C.

Taking a dive into the woods, he barely missed the boulder grazing the bottom of his feet. Just as he figured, Victor was right behind it waiting to strike at him. With a smile, he lept out from the woods just as Victor was coming by, looking to tackle him and maybe get some attacks of his own in.

[Victor Creed]

Victor snarled slightly to the cockroach comment, knowing that it was directed at him. But that didn't stop him from running full force towards his goal of ripping Wolverine's throat out.

Clever Logan. Victor had see him jump out from his side, but a split second too late and felt the smaller man slam into him in another tackle. He turned with the attack, just to get moved around and be able to attack as well. Claws from both men doing as much damage as possible while they remained in such close quarter combat. For every stab wound Logan created another claw swipe came from Victor.

Blood flew in every direction as metal claws created those new wounds from each feral creature. Finally as Victor grew tired of this particular stalemate he grabbed Logan by the chest. Literally digging his claws into his skin before he threw the man at a nearby tree. He moved quickly then, assuming that Logan was quick enough to recover from the throw and jump back in his direction. Creed moved to another tree, clawing at the side to give him enough leverage to rip it from the ground and use it as a bat to hit the incoming Wolverine.

That was probably the worst part about their on going rivalry....they knew each other's moves far too well.

[logan]

Logan could feel Victor's grip on his throat tighten, cutting off his airway. Before he could do anything, he found himself thrown towards a nearby tree. His face hit it with a loud "crack", leaving him stunned for only a few moments. He knew he hit a nerve with the cockroach comment, always loving getting the edge on words. He staggered to his feet, his wounds healing just as fast as they were made. Victor was preoccupied with taking down a tree, and if Logan didn't move fast, they'd be playing baseball with him as the ball.

He waited until Victor was almost done uprooting the tree, then moved into action. Sprinting as fast as he could, he swiped with his claws low, aiming for Victor's left knee, then moved around the weakened tree, giving it a swift, yet hard kick before coming around and taking out the right knee. One thing he always prided himself on, was that being small also meant greater agility, which proved useful as he leapt off the ground, bringing both feet straight out into a hard kick to Victor's back, knocking him head first towards the tree. If his moves were right, the tree would come down hard onto the large mutant.

[Victor Creed]

Apparently the Runt wasn't fast enough that time. He smirked while he still planned to slam the tree into him. But before he had a chance to finish the job he felt the familiar sting of Logan's claws digging into his knee. Victor roared in pain from the initial attack, and before he could react again his other knee was under attack. With both knees currently incompacitated he could barely stand..and didn't once he felt those feet plant into his back and knock him into the tree. The weight of Victor was enough to set the tree loose and it wasn't long before he found himself between the tree and the ground. A nice Sabretooth sandwich.

That one....hurt. He was disoriented for a few moments. His knees thankfully healing to allow movement again. Once Logan came by to inspect his triumph, Victor's claws dug into the tree above him. And with a test of strength he pushed up on the tree, pulled his legs underneath him and turned quickly to ram the side of that tree into Logan as Victor started to run. He didn't stop either, taking other trees down with his new battering ram as he continued to push forward.

[logan]

He was knocked down hard when the tree hit him, and unfortunately that gave Victor plenty of time to get up and grab the tree. What happened next took Logan by complete surprise, especially since he was now on the receiving end of a battering ram. Hitting a tree was one thing, but being hit by one broke the record, as well as a couple ribs.

The surprised look on his face must've been humorous to Victor, had the man not been continuing the charge. He kept hold of the large tree, using as leverage to get on top of the "battering ram". They were heading somewhere fast now, and knowing the size of the tree and Victor, slowing down will be like stopping a train, and he had the funny feeling Victor wasn't stopping.

Taking a run at his opponent, Logan aimed hard at Victors head, bringing his leg up in an attempt to strike the man's forhead the way a football player would kick a ball across the feild. Unfortunately his momentum didn't stop, and that last attack caused him to lose his balance and fall hard onto the ground. He got up and turned, watching and waiting to see what Victor would do next. Attacking was prooving useless, but if he could use Victor's attacks against him, it might give him an edge. Might being the key word there.

[Victor Creed]

Creed had managed to bulldoze a good chunk of the forest down. It was definitely enough room for the two to fight without worrying about running into trees. Once Victor finally stopped that battered tree was chucked at Logan without much care. If it hit him, great! If not, oh well. Victor stayed at that spot where he had stopped running with the tree. He started to watch Logan like a lion watches its' prey. Waiting for him to make a stupid mistake so he could capatalize on it.

And then after a moment he smirked and laughed. "How long is it going to take you to realize Runt? You can't beat me. We can stay here all day and beat the living hell out of each other." He pointed at him with one of those metallic claws. "But no matter what happens...we'll both get up." Of course that also depended on the injury whether they got up right away or weeks later. "So why can't we just be friends again?" He laughed again knowing that wasn't a real option. Logan was too much of a goody good now.

That smirk returned as he watched Logan, pretty sure that he wasn't going to like that idea. Muscles tensed slightly as he waited for an attack, and if one didn't come..well then he'd be surprised and attack Logan himself.