Inmate: Victor Creed (open for the next visitor)

[Victor Creed]

It had been a week since Victor had created mass mayhem upon the Xavier mansion. During that week he spent in a coma like state. Freya had done a number to his body inside and out and it took that long before he was finally stable enough to awaken.

His eyes shot open, and glanced around. Where was he? Wouldn't be the first time such a thing happened to him but it was still disorienting. He sat up on the hard bed that was beneath him. It seemed that he was in some sort of cell. The walls were all metallic in nature and then there was that large window at one side of the cell. He assumed it was some kind of reinforced bars. A smirk crossed his lips. While there may have been other defenses, this cell seemed easily escapable enough. At least for one of his capabilities.

Victor snarled as he felt something in his arm when he moved. His other hand yanked the IV out of his arm. Damned doctors. It also seemed they changed his clothes... A t-shirt and sweatpants? Was it really that hard to come up with something better than that? Oh well. Not that Victor really had a fashion sense...he was just used to his military-esque attire. So many years at war can do that to someone.

That made him wonder for a moment why he wasn't enjoying the latest war. Oh thats right because the stupid humans knew about mutants now. They wouldn't just look the other way like they used to. Now the 'newest' war was against mutants more than ever. It may have not been an official war but it was coming and Victor could feel it.

He finally pushed himself from that bed to stand on his feet. His muscles quivered a little with his weight before he took a few steps to stand at the door. He peered at each side, curiously wondering who drew the short straw to keep an eye on him...

[rhyme]

There was nobody directly watching the holding cell but there were tons of cameras all up and down the hall leading up to the holding cells and in the holding cell area. Artemis rolled his eyes as he started to make his way down. When he did he hummed a song that he always found very fun. As he walked he hummed and sang softly Mr. Cellophane.

With that song being sung his image faded into the background and his footstep left no footprints and set off no pressure sensors. It was basically as if he was a ghost. Not that anyone cared but he wore a heavy leather coat and skinny pale blue jeans with rips in them and frayed edges.

When he got the Creed’s cell he waved his hand and there was a slightly shimmer before as far as any camera was concerned, Creed grumbled and sat back down in his bed before laying down with his eyes closed. This was a lie of course, but light was easy to bend and change to his whims. Sound was even easier and quickly the cameras picked up on only the sound of snoring.

With that in a motion of lowing a hood he ended the effect of Mr. Cellophane with the last words clearly spoken.

“And you won’t-even-know…I’m there.” He said with a smirk.

“Now, how is my favorite little kitty doing?” he said playfully guessing it would get on Creeds nerves. Though he wasn’t stupid and made sure he was a few steps out of arms reach.

[Victor Creed]

Victor arched a brow at the boy then rolled his eyes. "Get lost boy." His voice was spoken darkly and with a rumble of a growl to it. He didn't want to talk to the music lover let alone be forced to entertain his conversation. Creed turned and headed back to the bed that was provided. He sat down and folded his arms over his chest.

Cold predatory eyes stared back at Artemis but he wasn't saying anything. He had hoped there would be someone more entertaining to verbally traumatize. Though he did wonder why they left him unsecured. Silly XMen, didn't Logan warn you? And that was another thing, they must have been keeping the runt at bay. Surely he would have killed him had he gotten the chance to do so while Creed was unconscious.

It seemed the purple haired kid wasn't going anywhere. "What? Get lost! Are you deaf too? Wouldn't be surprised with that crap music ya listen to." Well it was a lame insult by his standards but he wasn't trying he just wanted to be left alone. At least until someone more interesting came along. Maybe the firefly would come for a visit...

[rhyme]

Artemis frowned sadly. This wasn’t as fun as he expected though he guessed being in a cell would stifle a person’s creative juices for insults and interesting verbal attacks.

“Aww, is that anyway to talk to a person in private away from all those pesky annoying x-man ears? Maybe if you sweet talk me a bit I could get you out. You know, complement my hair or show some skin like last time”

He ran his hand over the bars getting an idea of what the cell was made out of. He wasn’t an expert in metals or construction but a lot could be told from just its physical make-up.

“You are strong, I will admit that, but even you I doubt could break this. It’s made of an alloy I never encountered before which is strange but less strange since when I saw you. It is similar to your claws, not the same mind you, but similar. It won’t be able to be cut easily even with something as sharp as those nails. And yeah, don’t even try bending the bars, this thing is snazzy, mild electrical current from the feel of it, any bending or warping of the material changes how the current flows and closes the security doors fast and sets off the alarms.”

As he spoke he moved back and forth across the opening of the cell in a fluid motion. Running his hands up and down the bars in what could be described as an erotic fashion though it was fairly subtle. He knew Creed wasn’t interested but it was still fun to poke his buttons just mildly, not enough to get him killed but enough to cause some chaos. He was banking on Creed wanting to get out buying him some slack.

[Victor Creed]

Victor smirked as he watched Artemis play with the bars of the cell. What was this boy up to? Creed leaned back so that his back was against the wall while he watched the perverse display infront of him. Part of him felt like playing along just to embarass the kid...but he wasn't so sure he could bring himself to go that far. "What makes you think I want out of here? Seems rather comfy...I've stayed at worse places." He chuckled darkly for a moment.

As for the bars...there was nothing stronger than adamantium. Sure it may be hard for him to cut through it right away but he had other ideas anyway. But if he had to then that would be a way to get out. And of course if Syrita proved herself to be more resourceful than he gave her credit for, then his break out was already in hand. So now he just had to bide his time.

"What do you want? If you just came here to flaunt your body around, go somewhere else." Another twinge of a growl came to his voice. Did he have to break out of the cell now just to teach the kid a lesson? Well that would come later he supposed.

[rhyme]

Artemis grinned slyly deciding to show his true colors finally. He had his fun and it seemed like Creed was starting to catch on which means the fun wouldn’t last too much longer. At Creed’s last comment though he spun around quickly putting both hands on the bars and stared at Creed with eyes that showed he was no longer playing around.

“Because my dear, you and I are have one thing in common though our differences greatly make up for the one major similarity. We are both chaotic, free spirited by nature. I doubt you can stand being forced to live in one place for long. And what I want is tied directly to that nature. I just lost most of my mental baggage holding me back though it continues to live here with its boyfriend, so I think it’s time to get out here.”

When he referred to his baggage his eyes darkened with deep burning hatred of one who has had to live under a thumb for the last ten years. He was refereeing to Rhyme his other half or his creator…it was very complex of a relationship.

“I know you can handle yourself on your own, I got the scars to prove it, but I figured I could improve that standard of living a tad bit. With all the mutant hate going around, you won’t be able to pass for human much longer. As attractive as it may be, outside of Canada the feral look doesn’t pass.”

He knew he couldn’t pass for human in his current state so after that was said he gave his head a quick shake back showing off the white of his neck and his hair quickly changed to black and his eyes to a light sky blue. He then took a step back and materialized a kunai in his hand which he used to clean under his nails as he talked.

“We fight at polar opposites of the spectrum; you excel in close quarters, while I excel at ranged combat. I propose a short term alliance since I doubt we can manage long before one of us tries to kill the other. I get you out of here and bum around with you until I find someplace I can settle down at and relax. And before you even think I just gave away a plan to the X-men, as far as they can see and hear, you have been snoring away on the bed.”

[Victor Creed]

Victor stared at Artemis blankly as he spoke. It wasn't until he mentioned scars that a smirk came to the psychopaths lips. It was then that Victor stood up and walked back up to those bars to stare Artemis right in the eyes. His amber colored predatory gaze didn't blink as he spoke. "Who says I want to hide? Let them see me. Let those humans see what a mutant looks like. I want them to know that the stories are true and there is a reason to be afraid. And I am that reason." Creed chuckled darkly before his gaze turned from Artemis and he moved back from the bars a little.

"Besides I dont need your help getting out of here. Now run along Kid." He waved his hand to shoo him away. "Though, if you follow me on the way out...and you can keep up. I guess I'll have to put up with you." Well that was the nicest invitation Artemis was going to get out of Victor, so he should take it.

He moved back to sit down again, resuming his previous position with arms crossed over his chest. Though he did sneer slightly to the sight of a kunai being used as a grooming appliance rather than what it was made for.

[rhyme]

“I am all for chaos, and will admit, you going on a rampage in a town would do it, but I think toward the long reaching chaos. You won’t be able to do much once you get captured. If they don’t got the people now, once you get on the news, they will get the people soon.” He said offhandedly. He said it like a person who looked at all the angles already.

He didn’t look at all the angles since he didn’t have the time or the resources but what he described was a logical outcome. If the police couldn’t handle him, and they couldn’t, they would get the army, and then some sort of special mutant hunter or sentinels and there could be another Tokyo.

As he leaned against the wall cleaning his nails he smirked when Creed said he could get out on his own.

“You know that red head is still here and most likely looking for a rematch after I yoinked you away. You’re welcome by the way. And once I am gone they will see and hear all you do again and I doubt you are light footed enough to dodge all the sensors they have stationed down here. By the time you get through the cell, through the security doors and out of the basement you will most likely have 3-5 fully trained X-men waiting for you instead of just students.” He said it in the same off handed tone.

Again he didn’t know if that would happen for sure, precognition wasn’t his mutation or even within the reach of his mutation but again, it was logical. These were holding cells and they knew Creed was here. The only reason Artemis got himself down here so easily was because he had a song that made him ignored.

[Victor Creed]

"Oh yes I'm sure that Runt is running around pissed off at the world right now. I'm so close yet I might as well be a continent apart from him." Victor laughed. "So yea..when I bust loose of this place, Logan's gonna be right on my tail. And what? Am I supposed to be intimidated? Hardly. I've beaten him down within an inch of his life more than once, Boy." He couldn't help but smirk a little as he imagined the old days.

"As for the Firefly. She can come after me all she wants too. You seem to not realize that I don't give a damn. I'll take whatever comes at me and I'll do it without you." Creed closed his eyes then as if he was intent on actually taking a nap in his upright position on the bed. "I told you, you're welcome to fall in line if you can keep up. But otherwise why don't you let me be incarcerated in peace." Well this place was far from being a jail. In fact he was surprised Wheels wasn't here yet to try and pry into his brain and try help him be a good person.

[rhyme]

“Oh, I understand your battle prowess but you don’t realize that when you say ‘come after’ in reality will be ‘get intersected by.’ You of all people should know that Professor Xavier is no fool. If he put you here, he has no plans of giving you a chance to escape and hurt his precious students again. Let me show you how wired this place really is, a small perk of controlling the local reality.”

He opened the hand with the kunai in it and it fell to the ground. It went into the ground and apparently through it as one clear ping was let loose exactly in B minor. As the ping rang for an unusually long time the top layer of material turned transparent for about 10 seconds before turning opaque once more.

When the area went transparent it showed a large array of wires connection to the bars, the floor, the door itself and the walls. The entire thing was wired to alarms within the ceiling and out to if Artemis extended the field, would be the thick security door and the controls to lock the elevator from going back up.

“But I guess if you won’t see reason I’ll just head out. Good luck getting past, Logan, Storm, Professor Xavier, Red, my other half and any other adults in the school since once you get past the cell door, then the security door, and then climbed up and out of the basement there should be plenty there waiting for you. And for the record, my other half will try harder to stop you then I did, I was annoyed that night, he will try whole heartedly to stop you. Too bad I’m not too spiteful of a man, would be interesting to try a mobius paradox on this hallway, make it functionally endless so if you did escape you would run, and run, and run, forever and ever and ever without any hope of leaving. But then again, I’m not that spiteful.” He said in a slightly wicked tone as he began to motion to bring up a hood once more. When he finished he would start humming Mr. Cellophane again and walk out.

He was only half bluffing when he described the mobius paradox. He would love to do it and forever taunt Creed but he didn’t want to devote his entire life to keeping him there. It would take so much energy to brute force the bending of space-time he would be functionally human. Who knows, maybe someday somebody will write a song that will let him do it for less energy but even then having the same song play over and over and over would probably drive him nuts as quickly as the endless hallway would drive the other person nuts.

Right before he finished vanishing he could be heard muttering “Whatever” and flipping off Creed as he turned and walked gracefully and easily out of the apparently secure hallway. When he got to the door his field effecting what was seen and heard on Creed’s cell vanished except for one very small thing. Once he got out of the elevator he flipped his iPod on and scrolled through it. He left one small mental thread between himself and the zone he made to talk secretly with Creed.

“I said wasn’t that spiteful Creed, I never said I wasn’t spiteful at all.” He said to himself as he flipped through his iPod to try and find the most girly or gay music he could think of to taunt Creed. After the reaction he got from Cher a few nights ago he figured this would drive the man nuts.

“Let us see here. Cher…nah he heard that already. Showtunes…gay, but not gay enough, plenty of straight people enjoy musicals. Maybe Mamma Mia though, combine a teen pop band Abba with a musical. Backstreet Boys? Nah, too 90’s…”

He kept muttering to himself until he decided on High School Musical. The tracks from all three movies would play for the next hour within Creed’s cell. And the best part is, the audio devices would not be able to pick it up. For the next hour Artemis would pretend to snooze in a chair, a hat over his eyes as he relaxed and focused on keeping the reality around the cell the way he wanted it.