Victor Creed™ The moon was full tonight. It was true, that old saying: the freaks come out at night and Victor was one of the worst imaginable. Tonight, he was prowling for a tough kill. A few tough kills to sharpen his claws. He crouched on the edge of a rooftop, eyeing some Friends of Humanity starting to gather in an old, abandoned opera house. He'd been there for hours , unmoving. Unflinching. Just like the stone gargoyles he crouched next to.

Bloodsport™ She doubted that he wouldn't smell her approach, or even hear it, even as she landed lightly upon her feet behind him. She hadn't met him yet, she wasn't recruited into the ranks of the brotherhood that long ago. Being told to keep her distance from him made her simply curious. That's why she was here. The meeting was an added bonus. Her feet don't touch the roof yet, she's hovering about an inch off of it, her arms folded over her chest, mostly curious of when he was going to dive on in head first. At least, that's what she'd do.

Victor Creed™ A slight sniff of his nostrils tells him all he needs to know. This one works out extensively which was normal for an assassin but the lack out sound as she moved led him to believe she could fly. Likely a telekinetic. There was also the smell of gun oil around her which meant she was a master of firearms. Guns didn't concern him. "You want somethin' frail?" He doesn't turn to face her. You'd have to be standing in front of him to know he'd spoken .

Bloodsport™ She smirks lightly, frail isn't something she's used to being called. She finally lands on her feet, yes, she's a master of firearms, but she likes to kill in all sorts of ways. "A good time. A sport kill, maybe. Looks to be a few down there that need to stop breathing and wasting our air." He was touchy, she noted, very touchy, almost might call him tetchy... "You willing to share, or is this party just for you?"

Victor Creed™ His voice was gruff to say the least. Every time he spoke, it always seemed to border on a growl. "I ain't use to sharin' my fun.....but I guess if you're on this team, ya' gotta' get yer' feet nice an' bloody." It looked as though the entire group was there and already starting their 'no more mutants' spiel. Creed tilted his head, making the moonlight glint off his animal eyes, creating that disturbing pale gold. "So, you waitin' for an invitation. Show me whatcha' got." He still stood still, crouched down as their speaker started in on his 'human superiority' speech.

Bloodsport™ Her eyes narrow. It caused memories to flash back into her head. Her commanding officer handing her over to be a lab rat. Him saying that mutants needed to be exterminated. The fact that she killed him a while ago didn't curb her memories. Her hand slipped to the back of her belt, then she just smirked, she flew down suddenly toward the speaker, the cables that were strewn about to connect the microphone to the speakers. She grabbed one of the cables, and as she landed behind the speaker, there were a few gasped outbursts. As she looped the microphone cord around the speaker's neck. "You humans make me sick." Without effort, she suddenly jerked the cord and man up in the air, and flung him a good hundred feet or more straight into the air. When he landed he'd take a couple of those assholes with them. "...fuckers.." Mumbled to herself.

Victor Creed™ He raises an eyebrow as she carries out her own execution of the speaker. "Hm. Creative." Finally hopping down to the pavement, he burst through the back door where they all entered just as shouts of 'get the mutant' and 'kill the freak' when some guards pulled some pistols and started firing on her. Creed smiled as a few people panicked and ran for the exit but just running into him. "There's another one!" One unlucky guy managed to get out before his voice disappeared along with his throat.

Bloodsport™ One shot missed, she was going a little faster than the guy could track, but the second, she was nearly in point blank, she simply held out her hand, and the bullet stopped dead in her palm and fell to the ground. "Guns? I like guns.." She smirked as she reached out to the first guard, she grabbed his wrist, and forced him to aim at the second guard as he was shooting, she'd then bring her free hand up to bend his elbow the wrong way, before painfully wrenching that arm to have him aim at herself. She slipped her hand along his and pulled the trigger for him. "Too dangerous for you children."

Victor Creed™ The two went down, screaming in horror as one was hit by his own partner. A gut shot so he'd be dying more painfully than his friend with the currently bent arm. Even as she turned the gun on him, he was still spouting insults and slurs at her. A few more charged her, swinging whatever blunt objects they could get their hands on. As she dealt with them, Creed was having fun with the runners, tearing into one man's chest and snapping the neck of another. He was big enough to block the door so everyone held a semi-circle around him, waiting for an opening until they could get through.

Bloodsport™ She was getting bloody, and she loved it. It was a look of sheer thrill on her features, and enjoyment. Those that rushed her would be dealt with. She turned to grab the club of the first one who struck, she lifted him into the air with it and sent a driving punch into his face, effectively shoving bits of bone into his skull and killing him intently. "You think you little pissants can touch us?!" The club was put to good use, she moved in circle, spinning, holding the club out, cracking skulls, ribs, and other bones of the people that rushed her. Idiots, she thought. By now there were splatters of blood across her face, and it made her look like a fierce warrior woman.

Victor Creed™ As if killing humans wasn't a good enough bonus, she got an approving smile from Victor. He was impressed. Usually new recruits didn't have this kind of thirst for blood until a few months after joining and this one was waist deep in and loving it. The crowd was starting to thin out as more and more of them ran from the lady assassin and tried going for the door, only to be greeted with the sight of a blood-spattered Sabertooth. The last few eyed them both and tried to find another way out, going for a few side exits. "Well, you just gonna let 'em get away?"

Bloodsport™ His approving smile got a wink. This was like bobbing for apples at some party and winning, to her. She was laughing at the screams and the glee. "Not likely." She gabbed up the microphone stand from the stage, and she pushed herself toward the fleeing humans. Flying through the air at an incredible rate of speed, she'd plunge the end of the stand through the middle of one of the fleeing people, before using both the stand and flailing human like a bat to swing at the others, to stop their retreat. "Aw, you thought this was by invitation? No, you all are free to die."

Victor Creed™ The last remaining humans were either impaled or bludgeoned to death, their last few cries for mercy soon gave way to a strange noise. The sound of applause. Creed was slowly clapping his hands. "Bravo. Bravo. Not bad for just a second audition. You may have what it takes to run with the Brotherhood after all." Out of his pocket, he pulled a Cuban cigar and lit it up with a small Zippo lighter pulled from the pocket of one of their many random victims.

Beth Michaels "Audition? I call that Saturday night." She smirked slightly as she stepped toward him, dropping her impromptu club, and she brushed her hands off. As she walked to him, she heard the gurgled breathing of a survivor, she stepped on the woman's throat, and simply crushed it with the force of her weight, and some things added to it.

Victor Creed™ "Would I be bein' too straight forward if I asked you..." He shakes his head. "Wait, lemme rephrase that. If I were to get you drunk and try fuckin' you, would'ya be grateful?" His tall frame towered over her as they headed for the exit.

Beth Michaels "I would say, skip the drunk part. It ain't so fun when it's sloppy." She smirked as she walked with him toward the exit, glancing back to the carnage left behind. She pulled a slim digital camera from her pocket and she clicked off a few pictures. "Souvenirs.."

Victor Creed™ Another laugh from him. "I think this could be the beginnin' of a beautiful partnership." he said putting an arm around her. She wasn' afraid of him and actually seemed to get off on the savagery of it all. Good thing he'd found her first or the runt might have been banging this one instead.

 

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