Even Psychopaths Have Days Off (open)

[Victor Creed]

It was snowing. It wasn't something unfamiliar to Victor Creed. He spent most of his life in Canada and the snow came with the territory. And even as the cold air bit at his skin, he didn't seem to notice. Mutant healing factor kept his tempertature at a reasonable amount no matter the weather. Snow was softly drifting down to the already accumilated snow on the ground. It was about two feet deep in the open areas.

Victor was trudging through the white wilderness, through the cover of the trees. He needed something to eat and had run out of the rations he had at the cabin. So Victor was forced out into the cold.

He wandered for hours before he had finally found a deer that was attempting to eat what few sprigs of greenery it found for the day. A smirk crossed his face as he crouched down and moved slowly closer to his new found prey. The snow made it tricky to sneak up on the beast. Instead of walking through the snow he had to basically swim his lower half through it. Pushing it out of his way as quietly as possible as he kept his eyes on the prize. Any moment the creature seemed tense he stopped and waited patiently for the prey to calm before he moved again. Closer and closer he inched until he was satisfied with the distance. Granted a gun would have been more useful in this scenario, but it wouldn't be as satisfying as what he was about to do.

A moment was taken to tense muscles into perfect alignment before he made his move. Dashing forward he ran after the deer. It was tough with the snow but it was just as tough for the creature he followed. And it wasn't long before the deer made a mistake and Victor was able to clip the beast in the leg with his claws. As soon as the animal was on the ground Creed gave the finishing blow to it, slicing its throat. Victor took the time to gut the animal right there, he didn't want any of the organs spoiling the meat. There were certainly plenty of animals that would appreciate the left overs.

Once that task was completed he headed back to his cabin. Luckily it wasn't too far away. With the deer dragged behind him he was only about 200 feet from his cabin when he felt his hair stand on end. Those predator eyes glanced around...he was no longer alone...

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Since their last encounter, Merfonde hadn't searched for the man known as Victor Creed. It wasn't that she was afraid of him, quite the opposite actually. She found him very interesting and 'fun' to play with. No, she hadn't searched because she'd been busy on a few jobs. As expected, the 'wound' he'd left on her rear and thigh had completely recovered. Most people that looked at it would wince, but Merfonde actually liked it. It was a nice, clean scar of his claw marks. Still... Even if she liked it enough not to cover it, it didn't mean she was all that pleased with being marked in the first place.

So, to no one's surprise, as soon as she found some free time, she was on the hunt for the man. Her leads took her to Canada. From there, the real fun began. It was difficult finding people willing to send her in the right direction, since most who did know where he was (or remotely where he was) were to scared to talk about it. At last though she was able to get a general area. Well, it was better then nothing.

She searched the winter wonderland for hours, trying to find any clues of his presence. You could say she was just mindlessly searching, as no real search pattern was being used. Finally she came across a cabin. Perhaps this was the place..? Only time would tell, she didn't try hiding much like she had in the past, just settled down on the snow, back against a tree and legs crossed out in front of her. She wore all white, which would have made it hard to spot her if she hadn't left her long dark hair brushed over her shoulders.

She sat there for near half an hour, until she heard the crunch of snow. Her head tilted, the woman spotting Victor and his catch long before he saw her. "You know, you're pretty easy to sneak up on, even when I'm not trying to." Well, easy for her. Impossible for other people. She hadn't even been trying to hide, and yet he hadn't noticed her...

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[Victor Creed]

Victor couldn't help but to smirk as he heard that familiar voice. He hadn't bothered to even look for her as he spoke, "Not many have the balls to come looking for me...twice." He was partly surprised that she showed up again. The other part of him knew that it was only a matter of time. After all she had a constant reminder of their first playdate.

He continued to towards his cabin, stepping up onto the porch and hoisted the deer up onto a hook. "Hungry Bunny?" As much of a threat she could pose to him he had an idea that she wasn't here to do anything. Granted he was one of the best at backstabbings...and he wouldn't be surprised if she was the same way. He'd let her make the move though if she really wanted. It would just give him more of an excuse to give her a matching scar.

He stepped into the house, leaving the door open for a moment before he returned with a knife and plate. While his claws were definitely sharper than the knife, sometimes they didn't work as easily when you wanted to cut precise chunks of meat. He worked quietly then, first cutting in shallowly so that he could skin the deer. He left the skin to hang over a wooden railing to dry before he started to cut into the dear again, carving it into carefully selected pieces and placing them on the large plate. There was still a some amount of blood pouring from the creature but Creed didn't seem to notice at all.

[mero]

Merfonde felt a little insulted that he didn't even look for her, not even a little. It wasn't like she was even hiding! But, she covered the small annoyance with a shadow of a smile. "I find that a little offensive, seeing as I'm female. You didn't forget that, did you?" She was joking. Of course he wouldn't forget that, seeing as his original intent that first time had half been to rape her... "Aren't you at least a little happy to see me? Well, maybe not see, considering you actually haven't looked yet." He still hadn't looked for her, again the knowledge irking her a little.

Merfonde rolled to her feet, brushing snow off of her light snow pants. She didn't bother telling him she would follow, he'd probably expected her to. "Not really." Victor seemed much more relaxed then that first time, which was pretty funny because for all he knew she could be there on an actual job! Of course, she wasn't, and didn't have much of an intention to get in a fight.... But that didn't mean she wasn't fully prepared for one. With her snow gear on it'd be far more difficult for him to see just how well prepared she was, all precautionary of course.

She leaned against the railing of the porch as he returned to start dissecting his catch, watching calmly, with absolutely no sign of disgust.

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[Victor Creed]

He was being rather docile wasn't he? It helped that he was out in the wilderness of Canada. He was a 'wild animal' and being out in the wild soothed the beast a bit inside. Of course it also helped that he spilled blood recently and was going to have a decent meal. He hadn't looked at her until he had finished carving the pieces from the deer and placed the knife down. Those eyes watched her for a moment before he smirked again, "So if you don't want to eat. Then why has the Bunny wandered into the den of the wolf?"

The bones and whatever was left of the deer was gathered then disguarded from his porch. He simply tossed it a few feet away, far enough that whatever scavengers wanted the scraps could have it without invading his cabin.

He looked to her again, "Did you miss me that much?" He chuckled a little, figuring her answer would be in the negative. Who would come looking for Creed just to chat? Or at least without some sort of agenda. The quicker he found out what it was the quicker he could deal with it. He grinned a little and opened his arms a little, "How about a hug?"

[mero]

Victor hadn't bothered even looking at her until he'd finished carving up the deer with impressive skill. Probably came from all the years he'd done this, on both animals and humans. When he did finally look at her, she just smiled a little, somewhat pleased that he'd finally taken a moment to at least make sure she wasn't a figment of his imagination. He'd probably notice the strange, intricate tattoo across her forehead and left cheek, that hadn't been visible before, since she hadn't bothered with concealer today. His question made her shrug. "I thought you were a Sabretooth, not a wolf." That was his alias after all.

She took a few moments to come up with some reason for being here, and he wouldn't accept 'just because'. He hadn't accepted it the firs time, after all. Sure, he knew her a little better now, and it wouldn't be that hard to believe she was just here for kicks, but she felt like giving a reason other then that at the moment. "You're better company then most the people I interact with. You actually have a backbone." But compared to her, who's DNA had been modified to not recognize fear, and those like Victor who had self taught themselves to ignore it, most people were cowards. Perhaps that could explain her odd fascination for Victor, he was the only person outside the Order that acted like he didn't care what you did to him.

His next question made her laugh. There was no point lying. "A little." His opened arms though made both eyebrows raise in a 'yeah, right', sort of way. "A hug from you is pretty dangerous though. Especially considering you could probably snap me like a twig." She smirked a little. He probably could, seeing as he was able to throw whole trees.

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[Victor Creed]

Well it had just been a metaphor. He shrugged off her comment. A predator was still a predator.

Wait, did she just say that he was good company? That was a first. No one wanted him for company...he wasn't the 'company' type of guy. But he had to admit there was still that lack of desire to make her twist in pain and agony in his grip. That wasn't a first...but still surprised him.

"What does that say about you Bunny? Prefering the company of a murderer and psychopath?" Oh, he knew he was crazy. He knew that the pleasure he took in giving pain to others wasn't 'normal'. He just didn't care. He gave into those urges without any hesitation. which was really the only difference between him and Wolverine. Logan struggled with that beast in him, struggled to be a good person. victor, didn't care about that at all. There was no reason for him not to embrace the animal that clawed its way out of him.

He chuckled to the look that she gave him for his hug comment. He hadn't expected her to agree. He folded his arms over his chest, still seeming to not notice how cold it was. He was wearing his usual attire. Though he had a coat on before he had ditched it inside before he started to cut the deer. So even in a simple form fitting tshirt, he hadn't seemed cold in the least.

"I can be gentle if I want to be." That sinister grin remained while he winked at her.

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His question made her grin. It was a little darker then it should have been, but Victor hadn't seen her sadistic side yet, so he had no idea just how similar this woman could be. "Nothing good." She was still grinning. Sure, he knew she was a Mercenary, but Merfonde was far to good at her job, and rarely took any that didn't let her actually kill the target. But even with a nose like his he probably haven't picked up the scent of blood on her, but that was because she was more into sniping.

Unlike him, she was affected by the weather, at least a little. So, even if she would have preferred jeans and a shirt, she'd been forced into the light snow gear. She just assumed he was used to it, seeing as he lived here.

"And do you want to be gentle?" Both eyebrows raised. She expected him to say no. Sure, if he wanted he could play nice, but after their last encounter, he didn't seem like the type to ever want to be gentle. Of course, she wasn't much interested in playing nice either.... Today was just a lazy day for her.

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[Victor Creed]

He chuckled darkly for a moment, "Being nice isn't fun at all. You know that first hand, don't you?" He left that comment there in her mind before he grabbed the large plate of meat and headed back into the cabin. He walked into the modest kitchen to properly put the meat away before it spoiled. Not that it would be easy to spoil considering the snow outside. Perhaps it was a good thing that Merfonde wasn't hungry... Creed liked his meat as rare as possible.

He left the door of the cabin wide open when he left. He hadn't invited her in nor did he expect her to stay outside.

The cabin on the inside was rustic to say the least. Couches were covered in furs while lights hung with antlers. The time he spent out in this cabin made him remarkably self efficient. And if it wasn't for that pesky psychosis...well then perhaps he could live peacefully out here for the rest of his life. As long as someone didn't come and bother him. But Merfonde wasn't bothering him, he actually enjoyed their little playful banter back and forth.

[mero]

Merfonde smirked at the comment. He caught on faster then most people, which was both refreshing and unnerving for her. "Would you really like an answer to that?" The question hadn't been much of one, more like a 'This is how it is and there's nothing you can do to prove me wrong'. And thankfully? She had no desire to prove him wrong. After all, nice wasn't a word you would ever use for this woman.

She waited only a few moments before following him indoors, not even bothering to ask permission. Just like 'nice', 'good manners' didn't seem to apply all that much to Merfonde, and she didn't have any desire to change that now. If he hadn't intended for her to follow, he would have closed the door, after all! Not to mention he would probably ignore any formal request to enter.

The interior was exactly as she would imagine from him. Rustic. Everything looking like he'd hand made it. And it wouldn't surprise her if he had, seeing as he wasn't the type to hire people to do it, or pay for any premade furnishing. Of course, stealing was still an option, but she rather liked the idea of it being hand made over petty theft. "It's much nicer then I would have expected." She didn't bother keeping her thoughts to herself, he'd probably expected her to say something like that anyway. She pulled her winter coat off, leaving it near the door so it could dry. The shirt under was a long sleeve, obviously, pitch black in color. Her arms folded as she slowly toured, though not entirely for artistic reasons. Half her reason might be, seeing as the place was nice to say the least, but the other half, her cautious half, was making a mental map of everything, so that if she did have to make a quick escape, she knew exactly where everything was. The woman didn't bother hiding her more plotting reason, seeing as he probably expected her to do just this.

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[Victor Creed]

Victor didn't seem to care or notice the way she wandered through the cabin. It wasn't very large, after all it was only meant for him. There were stairs that lead up to a loft which was where he slept normally.

After he was done putting his catch away, he returned to the main room to watch as she looked over his things. He wasn't one for collecting anything sentimental so there really wasn't anything to look at. At least so much as a girl might think so. Hell, he couldn't even remember the last person that was in his cabin that he didn't have to kill.

He folded his arms over his chest again as he looked at her, "So...are you really that curious about me? And why?" He arched a brow slightly to her. He wanted to know what it was that kept her coming after him. Every other girl usually ran from him, well...except for one other. She probably realized by now that he hadn't really had any intention on harming her....seriously. Not to mention that he was a lot calmer out in the wild, it would take a lot more to get the beast riled up.

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Strangely, in her examination, she didn't find much that struck her as important to the man... At least, nothing out of the ordinary. There wasn't some decoration that didn't fit that might attract her attention. It made her believe that if there was anything of sentimental value, it wouldn't be out here.

She was still wandering when he spoke up. She tilted her head a little as she slowly turned to stare at him. So here came the questions she'd been waiting for. After all, he was bound to wonder just why she came back. But even if she had expected them, the woman was only half sure of how to answer. "Originally, yes. I wanted to see for myself why no one dared put a bounty on your head." Hence the purpose of their first encounter. So why was she back again? "Now?" She paused, deep in thought as she herself tried to come up with a reason. She could just say 'Something inside me made me come back', but that sounded to... cheesy. But it wasn't that far off. "You're not like most men I interact with, and for some reason I can't explain, I didn't hate you on sight. Even stranger, I still don't hate you. I want to know why you're different." Victor might not know it, but Merfonde was infamous for her hatred of men. She treated almost every man she came in contact with like they were inferior. So why didn't she hate Victor? She wasn't she repulsed by his presence? What was it about him that made him different from all the others?

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[Victor Creed]

The brow remained arched as she answered his question. What? She didn't hate him...and wanted to know why? Well that settled it, the girl was nuts.

That brow settled as he tried to think of a response to that. He wasn't used to people actually curious about him. What was there to be curious about? A man that was happily left to his own devices of mayhem and murder. Well...he wasn't a very good example of that right now...

"Well...I can't answer that for you Bunny." Even he couldn't answer those questions in his head. Mainly the question of why he didn't rape her when he had the opportunity? As well as, why did he let her go? Any other girl would have been dead and her blood dripping from his claws. But for some reason she was alive and standing in front of him again. And now what was he going to do with her? He offered to feed her and she refused, and now she was looking at his meager possessions. What else did she think she was going to get out of him? He wouldn't have even minded being able to answer that question she had...if only he could.

[mero]

Merfonde knew her logic didn't make sense. She also knew that he probably didn't know what to say to that. If it helped, she probably wouldn't know how to respond to a comment like that.

When she finally got a response, she just shrugged. "I figured you couldn't." Who could? She wouldn't go running off to some telepath and make them tell her why, because that would mean they'd be in her head. And she sure as hell wouldn't go talk to other people about it, to see what they thought. No, she was going to stick around until she learned the answer herself, even if it was the last thing she did.

Actually, it could be the last thing she did, seeing as he was a psychopathic killer. But even though it'd made it pretty clear that he could kill her, he'd only attempted it once. It didn't seem like she had much to worry about... For the moment.

She'd finished her examination, her gaze settled back on Victor for several moments of silence. With that question now in the air, it brought up several others. The woman had heard more then enough rumors of him, and yet... The time before and right now he was contradicting most of them. Why? "...." A few more seconds of silence. "Why do you put up with me?"

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[Victor Creed]

"It's not a bad thing to have a pretty face around." He chuckled softly for a second or two before he shrugged. Of course he had noticed the tattoo on her face, which was a little odd but it didn't bother him. He wasn't much of a flatterer in general but it seemed like a nice fall back for something to say.

It probably was the fact that she reminded him of Birdy so much. That had to be the reason why he found himself hesitating in ripping her to pieces on the day they met. Or drowning her...that idea still had appeal. Maybe he would have to remember that for some time in the future for another poor unfortunate soul.

"But maybe you remind me of someone I once knew" and as he finally admitted it out loud he didn't stay there. He walked away from her and out the door of the cabin to linger on the porch. Did it really bother him that much? Maybe...

He doubted that was what Merfonde wanted to hear. As much as she reminded him of Birdy, Merfonde was nothing like her. They were two distinctly different people, but there was that similar fire in her spirit, as well as the odd ability to stick around him without him wanting to mutilate them.