Strolling Through the Marsh

[jacob]

Being locked up in his room fighting mirrors was beyond childish to him, but what can you do when images of your past life are haunting you like it was the life you had now? Jacob stood in the middle of the marsh, somehow the sounds of the murky waters and random creatures soothed him. The sound of silence cleared his head, but it didn't leave him open.

He knew the ruins well enough to walk through them with his eyes closed. He had to thank his past self, Cain, for that useful bit of information. How easy it would be for him to seize control of everything or blackmail anyone with the information he had. A familiar gleam in his eyes made him smile, but an even more shocked look made him shake his head and snap out of it. That wasn't his life anymore.

But it could be, you could live again

"Leave me be. I'm not you, not anymore."

He spoke softly, knowing who it was he was talking to. He knew people here would think he was crazy, that is anybody who didn't know who he was before and could read his mind. His thoughts were constantly troubled, haunted day and night by the madman that use to be him. The madness that was Cain.

[Victor Creed]

Victor wandered through the marsh above the underground labyrinth that was the Brotherhood's headquarters. He had returned from Canada with Phoenix in tow and now had to escape from her. The woman could push his buttons. The funny thing was that he had attempted not to let her get to him. He actually was trying to be nice. Well nice in his standards which meant that he didn't try to kill her.

Not that it would really work if he tried anyway. It seemed the baby was holding her powers back but if it thought she was in danger it gave them back, if not just used them itself. He got a nice lump on his head, for a short time, for 'playing too rough' once already.

It wasn't long before he realized that he wasn't alone. A quick sniff of the air verified that. It was funny how people came and went from the Brotherhood, but Victor didn't recognize this scent at all. He moved forward, his curiousity getting the better of him. Had he cared of a more tactiful approach he would have moved far quieter. But in this case he didn't care about the noise his boots carried over from the moist ground below. Victor had worn his trademark outfit of combat/cargo pants and a simple white tshirt under the overcoat he wore. Whether it was hot or cold that coat was mostly just a habit he had grown accustomed to wearing.

Keen hearing had overheard the man's conversation to himself. Wonderful someone that was two screws short of a lunch box. He'd have to keep an eye on this one.

[jacob]

Echoes carried in the marsh, and it was echoes of footsteps that caught his attention. Someone was coming from the direction. He sighed, hoping that he would be able to have some sort of peace outside the ruins. Then again, with the recruits he'd seen running through, and the place under the command of Sabertooth and Pheonix, peaceful wasn't exactly reputation.

He heard the voices coming closer and he stepped off the path, not knowing who was coming, but hoping they wouldn't be able to find him. He stepped off far enough to where he knew it would be hard to locat him, but just in case. He reached out a hand to a nearby tree and touched it, using his ability to blend in with the tree trunk. He then sunk into the bark and literally became one with the tree

It was the perfect disguise. Blend in with the tree, never be spotted and nobody would know the difference. Nobody, that is, except Sabertooth. Creed himself was the one strolling through the marsh behind him and he silently cursed at his rotten luck. More than likely the leader of the brotherhood would want to "greet" the newest member and he couldn't help but be thankfull that the man didn't know who he really was under his new "mask".