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Day 12: X-Men - Creed/Birdy - Forget
Title: Forget
Fandom: X-Men
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Sabertooth/Birdy, Logan
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: There's power in forgetting.
Word Count: 870
Written For: Advent Drabbles Day 12: Christmas Full Moon
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
His lips pull back, and he growls deep and savage. Fury is boiling in his soul. Everyone is happy. Everyone feels so much joy, warmth, safety, and love. Everyone but him.
He's looking down at them now, or, more exactly at him. He can see his stunted, grizzled body down there in the middle of them all, dancing and laughing, partying like the world is no longer at war, life one ceaseless battle after another. The whelp has lost his place. He thinks he's found it, but the truth is, he's lost it. He's lost his place. He's lost himself. And he'd have it no other way.
In so doing, he has finally managed to leave him behind. He hasn't even smelled him this season, even though he's been prowling the woods around Xavier's for days. He's been here going on two weeks, and Logan hasn't found him yet. He also, however, has not made a single attack on the whelp, so what does that say for him?
Creed's growl stretches as he leans forward, snow crunching noisily underneath his booted foot. The whelp still ignores him. He'll fight him if he attacks, but he won't leave his people otherwise. He won't leave the redhead or the dark-skinned beauty, both of whom have wielded the powers of Goddesses, over their time in their lives, and both of whom Logan is taking turns with dancing now. He pulls the Windrider underneath the mistletoe as the redhead goes back to her husband, whose irritation Creed can smell wafting all the way up the hill.
Then he moves on to the kids, regaling them with some silly story as he bounces his adopted daughter's adopted son on his knee. Creed's growl is raising in pitch, but Logan still ignores him. He knows he's there. He must. At one time, he even pauses in telling his story, and Creed feels certain that he is about to look his way. He feels certain,... and then Logan simply looks back to the kids and continues his story. He refuses to give him the simple curtesy of acknowledging him.
He should kill them all. He should.
"As you killed me, Mister Creed?"
He snorts, his growl finally ceasing at the sudden sound of Birdy's voice. It's just another memory, another hallucination meant to haunt and hurt him. And it does.
Logan has managed to put the past behind him. For the first time in the runt's life, he is refusing to give it, or to give Creed, power over him. He is continuing with his life, his joy, his happiness... Whereas Creed killed his and sent his other away forever and even into hating him.
Fury engulfing him, Creed throws back his head and howls and howls. He hears the unsheathing of Logan's claws, but instead of even so much as looking in his direction, Logan just pops another beer and continues to have a good time with his family. Creed howls longer, harder. He could kill them all. He could make blood pour underneath this Christmas full moon.
"Like you made mine pour?"
He howls. The wolves in the woods join him, all their voices lifting in a song of agony. Still Logan refuses to acknowledge him. The whelp has moved on. Creed could gut him for it. He hates him for it, and he envies him.
He doesn't know how long he howls while Birdy sings Christmas carols, but eventually her voice breaks through to him. His howls die in his throat, and Creed sinks down on his haunches in the snow. The snow, which he notes, is beginning to whip more fiercely around him. Looking down, he sees the very two women who had danced with Logan earlier standing side by side and glaring directly up at him. The whelp is still purposefully ignoring him, but they are both glowering at him, waiting and ready for his attack.
And quite suddenly, Creed no longer feels like fighting. He could take them both with ease and fun, slit their throats and have his Christmas feast on their blood. But perhaps he has killed too many dames. He knows there's at least one too many he's killed, and he looks forlornly at her ghost now, where she stands in a short, red skirt and crimson crop top. She's sucking on a candy cane in between singing verses, but suddenly her red clothes blur. Blood pours over her. She's crying, screaming his name, whimpering his name, begging for him to stop..., asking if he even knows what he's doing...
Creed whirls away with a quick howl, this time more sorrowful than fierce. His wild eyes catch sight of the electrical line coming down to provide Logan's precious family with power. He could throw his cigar into the line, start a fire, ruin everybody's fun... He could. But instead he throws his cigar into the snow and lopes away. Perhaps next year, he'll kill the runt and those he holds so dear, but suddenly, all Creed wants is to forget. He wants his bottle. He wants his hideaway. And most of all, he wants to forget everything including his name until the new year reigns.
The End
Fandom: X-Men
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Sabertooth/Birdy, Logan
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: There's power in forgetting.
Word Count: 870
Written For: Advent Drabbles Day 12: Christmas Full Moon
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
His lips pull back, and he growls deep and savage. Fury is boiling in his soul. Everyone is happy. Everyone feels so much joy, warmth, safety, and love. Everyone but him.
He's looking down at them now, or, more exactly at him. He can see his stunted, grizzled body down there in the middle of them all, dancing and laughing, partying like the world is no longer at war, life one ceaseless battle after another. The whelp has lost his place. He thinks he's found it, but the truth is, he's lost it. He's lost his place. He's lost himself. And he'd have it no other way.
In so doing, he has finally managed to leave him behind. He hasn't even smelled him this season, even though he's been prowling the woods around Xavier's for days. He's been here going on two weeks, and Logan hasn't found him yet. He also, however, has not made a single attack on the whelp, so what does that say for him?
Creed's growl stretches as he leans forward, snow crunching noisily underneath his booted foot. The whelp still ignores him. He'll fight him if he attacks, but he won't leave his people otherwise. He won't leave the redhead or the dark-skinned beauty, both of whom have wielded the powers of Goddesses, over their time in their lives, and both of whom Logan is taking turns with dancing now. He pulls the Windrider underneath the mistletoe as the redhead goes back to her husband, whose irritation Creed can smell wafting all the way up the hill.
Then he moves on to the kids, regaling them with some silly story as he bounces his adopted daughter's adopted son on his knee. Creed's growl is raising in pitch, but Logan still ignores him. He knows he's there. He must. At one time, he even pauses in telling his story, and Creed feels certain that he is about to look his way. He feels certain,... and then Logan simply looks back to the kids and continues his story. He refuses to give him the simple curtesy of acknowledging him.
He should kill them all. He should.
"As you killed me, Mister Creed?"
He snorts, his growl finally ceasing at the sudden sound of Birdy's voice. It's just another memory, another hallucination meant to haunt and hurt him. And it does.
Logan has managed to put the past behind him. For the first time in the runt's life, he is refusing to give it, or to give Creed, power over him. He is continuing with his life, his joy, his happiness... Whereas Creed killed his and sent his other away forever and even into hating him.
Fury engulfing him, Creed throws back his head and howls and howls. He hears the unsheathing of Logan's claws, but instead of even so much as looking in his direction, Logan just pops another beer and continues to have a good time with his family. Creed howls longer, harder. He could kill them all. He could make blood pour underneath this Christmas full moon.
"Like you made mine pour?"
He howls. The wolves in the woods join him, all their voices lifting in a song of agony. Still Logan refuses to acknowledge him. The whelp has moved on. Creed could gut him for it. He hates him for it, and he envies him.
He doesn't know how long he howls while Birdy sings Christmas carols, but eventually her voice breaks through to him. His howls die in his throat, and Creed sinks down on his haunches in the snow. The snow, which he notes, is beginning to whip more fiercely around him. Looking down, he sees the very two women who had danced with Logan earlier standing side by side and glaring directly up at him. The whelp is still purposefully ignoring him, but they are both glowering at him, waiting and ready for his attack.
And quite suddenly, Creed no longer feels like fighting. He could take them both with ease and fun, slit their throats and have his Christmas feast on their blood. But perhaps he has killed too many dames. He knows there's at least one too many he's killed, and he looks forlornly at her ghost now, where she stands in a short, red skirt and crimson crop top. She's sucking on a candy cane in between singing verses, but suddenly her red clothes blur. Blood pours over her. She's crying, screaming his name, whimpering his name, begging for him to stop..., asking if he even knows what he's doing...
Creed whirls away with a quick howl, this time more sorrowful than fierce. His wild eyes catch sight of the electrical line coming down to provide Logan's precious family with power. He could throw his cigar into the line, start a fire, ruin everybody's fun... He could. But instead he throws his cigar into the snow and lopes away. Perhaps next year, he'll kill the runt and those he holds so dear, but suddenly, all Creed wants is to forget. He wants his bottle. He wants his hideaway. And most of all, he wants to forget everything including his name until the new year reigns.
The End