Out for a stroll...(Alice, open)

[Victor Creed]

"Plenty of people have named themselves. Its not unheard of." He answered her question non-chalantly. He really didn't care what she decided to call herself, he just thought the one she had was a mouthful.

Though the next words that came out of her mouth made him smirk that patented wicked smirk of his. "That's true. But we all have our reasons for being such people. What's yours? A girl like yourself...yer too young to be mindlessly killin' people." The shadow aimed for his head right now was evidence enough that she was at least experienced in inflicting a lot of damage to people.

"And even if that does give you your jollies. Why do the pacifists put up with it? Do they feel sorry for you? Does baldy try and twist things around in that head o' yours?" He made sure to gesture his finger in a circular motion next to his head for effect with that question. "Whats in it for you Kid?" That smirk remained on Victor's lips. He hoped his line of questioning would cause a little 'explosion' in her mind. Certainly those X fools didn't just ignore her...but if they did...that was stupid.

[alice]

Alice's head tilted even more. A reason? He wanted a reason...? "..... Because they tell me to." They, of course, being the 'voices'. The insanity inside her. His mentioning her age though, managed to confuse her. "Too young..? How young is too young, how old is too old?"

Victor was right, his next comment.... Made her think. Really, made her think. "Twist things around in my head...? In it for me?" The shadow behind him seemed to melt away, as if sulking, forgotten by it's controller. "Is there.... Supposed to be something in it for me...?"

What did he mean? Everything he said made no sense. None at all. Everyone had to school just left her to her own devices.... Or so she'd thought. Did they leave her alone because they were trying to rewire her brain? She'd.... Heard rumors. Of some of the telepaths at the school sometimes messing with a student's head. When their power was uncontrollable. To keep them in control. But they still messed with their head. Were they messing with hers..?

"You think.... They're in my head?"

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[Victor Creed]

Because they told her to? Hm...girl was crazy. He liked crazy. Victor gave a shrug to her age question. "I suppose age is relative..." After all, he couldn't really talk considering the age he killed his brother.

Victor's muscles eased slightly as that shadow disappeared. It was nice not constantly thinking about how a spear through the head would feel. That'd actually be new... But he smirked to the girl. "Telepaths I found..have a hard time not messing with the heads around 'em. But sometimes they dont like what they see." He chuckled darkly for a moment before he shook his head.

"Hey, if you want to live with them..thats on you." He waved his hand in the air slightly as he turned to walk from her but before she could get any pouncing ideas he turned around to look at her. "But there's other people out there that think more like you do. And think less about what the world thinks. The world is full of chaotic fools, a bunch of humans that are about to burn down their own homes just because they're worried about a few mutants. The question you have to ask yourself Darlin' is...do you want to protect those fools? Or show them which mutants they really should be afraid of?"

[alice]

Just because her shadows had seemed to relaxed, didn't mean she still wasn't curious about what would happen if she put one through his head. Or wrung one around his neck. Or, her favorite, ripped him apart limb from limb. And Victor thought he was the only one that had thoughts like those...

"....." She was silent for several moments staring at him. "They wouldn't like what they saw if they looked in my head." One had tried once, when she was very young. The telepath, just as young, hadn't used his power since, so disturbed by the images. Smart move kid. "They don't like what's in your head either..."

It wasn't that Alice 'wanted' to live at the school. But, what were her other options? She basically had free rent, was able to get a 'somewhat' education, and they left her alone. Win win, wouldn't you think? Still... She felt so... Restricted. Like she was being caged sometimes. But she was so used to the feeling, she'd come to believe there wasn't another way of living.

His back to her obviously stirred up those predatory instincts inside her once more. Apparently he seemed to realize that though, and had turned to look at him. She'd actually tensed, ready to strike, and seeing his gaze... The girl seemed to sulk, but returned to her strange demeanor as he spoke. His final question made her blink, the wheels in her head turning.

"If you kill them now, when they haven't done anything, you won't have to kill them later when they have." Again.... Her nonsense.

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[Victor Creed]

"Haven't done anything? They've done plenty already. You haven't seen the things they do in that little gold birdcage of yours. In that house they fill your head with little story book endings. Humans and mutants getting along. That will never happen. The weak will always envy the strong and do whatever it is in their power to bring them down."

For a girl that had such a strong predatory instinct he wondered how she could be so naive. He moved forward again, coming within a foot of her before he stopped. "Don't you get it? Its coming down to kill or be killed Darlin'. But you seem like a smart girl to me." Victor smirked as he folded his arms over his chest, an idea coming to mind. "You want proof? You have to have proof right? After all humans are just misunderstood..." Those words were dripping with sarcasm but he moved on quickly.

"Tomorrow night there is going to be a rally for Friends of Humanity. If you go there you can see it. See the true nature of humans. See how stupid they become in a crowd. And you can just imagine that multiplied by the population in the world. Even the tiniest insect with enough numbers can devour something hundreds of times bigger than themselves. They need to be taken care of. But dont take my word for it." He grinned a little. " See for yourself tomorrow night."

[alice]

”If it won’t happen, why do they think it is possible?” She didn’t like how he said she was in a ‘little gold birdcage’. It was different thinking you were being ‘caged’, and having someone say it. It held more… power, hitting a nerve. Alice twitched even, only slightly, but enough that he’d probably see he was getting to her.

Alice stood her ground as he approached, but the shadows swirled under her feet, almost as a warning. ”Proof?” She hadn’t thought of that. But now that she had.. She wanted to know what he meant. Why he thought those at the school were wrong and humanity as a whole should be exterminated.

She stood in silence as he started to tell her what to do. Her own curiosity got the best of her. ”I’ll go then.” It wasn’t purely because he ‘told’ her to, but it was part of the reason. After all, it wasn’t exactly a secret how easy to manipulate Alice was. But it was also her own curiosity. To understand what he meant. The girl, if she’d been normal, would probably have been that nosey know-it-all in school. That is, if she was normal.

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[Victor Creed]

"I was right..you are a smart girl." Victor smirked at her as his eyes met with hers. It was a meeting of predator eyes, a silent challenge of dominance. He knew it would flare up the shadows more and after a moment or two of tension he just laughed. "I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. But if I were you, I'd pack a bag. Just incase you decide not to go back to the cage." He had figured out the buttons he could push with this girl. It wasn't too hard but she still had that instinctual and psychotic twist he had to keep an eye out for. She was naive but she thought a lot like him...or at least the 'they' in her head seemed to.

"But it is getting early. Time for bed now isn't it?" He smirked as the time had seemed to pass quicker than either one of them probably realized as the sky started to barely lighten for the morning ahead. He remembered something suddenly and pulled out a piece of paper from the pocket of his overcoat and handed it to her. "Try not to get lost." He gave a light hearted chuckle before he turned and walked away again. The paper used more as a distraction than anything as he left. His muscles remained tense though, just incase she decided to brave the impending daylight.

The paper she was handed was the FoH flyer he had found earlier in the evening.