Home Coming (Open)

[Victor Creed]

(Couldn't find an appropiate place to put this in Boston so have written it here for now. Thanks.)

IC:

The large man breathed deeply, one hand clutching the rail, the other holding his kitbag over his broad shoulder as the ship was slowly towed into Conley Terminal by the team of tugs. Massive cranes moved overhead in preparation to relieve the huge ship of its cargo containers whilst teams of workers, haulage trucks and forklifts scurried about far below. He watched as the massive mooring ropes, as thick as his muscular arms, were tossed down to the waiting crews and hastily fastened, securing the ships in place as the tugs powered off, there twin horns answered in turn by a bellowing blast of thanks from the ships own giant sized fog horn.

Creeds heavy boots thumped down the metal stairs that ran down the side of the super carrier to the waiting gangplank that crossed the small gap between the ship and the docks. Standing there for a few minutes without moving he let himself take in the sights and the sounds of the busy port as his body adjusted to the lack of rolling motion that was the norm while out at sea. Without even a glance behind him Victor set off through the docks, weaving through the containers towards the exits, making sure to keep the hood of his long coat up over his head, keeping his face hidden from any apart from those who looked directly at him.

In short order he had left the busy docks without to much trouble and strode quietly into the Black Falcon Terminal, breathing in the mixed scents of hundreds of people, all hurrying about to catch their cruise ships or get their luggage checked in on time. He let a smile creep onto his lips as several people suddenly veered away from him to keep their distance, obviously sensing something in the back of their minds that screamed danger, that sixth sense that had dulled in humans over the course of their history. On the whole though the busy people didn’t seem to notice him, bags bumping into him as their owners hurried past calling out a “sorry” or “excuse me” when they did so.

He flexed his free hand slowly several times, biting down the urge to gut the next person to bang into him, reminding himself that the last thing he needed was a scene so soon after arriving. He moved through the sea of people, a head taller than most and massively built with it, walking through the crowds like a steal prowed ship through ice fields. It didn’t take long for him to find what he was looking for. The long rows of travel lockers filled the entire wall of the room. Moving to one at the far end of the row he leant close to it, obscuring the view of the small door from any prying eyes for a few moments. The gleeming talon on his forefinger extended slowly, the tip sliding against the soft metal round the lock, slicing through it cleanly with little effort.

Swinging free now the door opened revealing two small envelopes, both of which Creed slid out and checked quickly before tucking them into a pocket inside his long coat. Pushing the door closed again, he moved quickly away from the area heading out towards the open air and away from the confines of the crowded corridors and rooms. Armed once more with US Dollars and a collection of false papers, Victor Creed strolled out of the Port Terminal and into the sunshine, pulling back his hood with a sweep of his hand, a smile on his face…

[Morphia]

Morphia was enjoying a stroll through scenic Boston when she'd found her self at the docks.
She wasn't lost, she was just not in the mood to find her way back to the hotel and put up with calls from Glasgow or from Shredder telling her that Blood Rain's contract stipulations were not metal.

As she continue on walking Morphia noted a tall blonde man and cut her eyes at him.
He was built like a body guard, and that's exactly what she needed these days.
The mutant woman who was constantly acting more and more shrewd than a used care salesmen made her way towards him, she needed an excuse so she fixed her eyes on the soda machine behind him, and when she got in range she tripped ever so perfectly.
If had any sort of reflexes he could either catch her or move before she fell on top of him. It was the sort of reflexes she would want to have when stopping screaming fans from rushing the stage.

[Victor Creed]

Creed's fingers ran through his long blonde hair, ruffling it, feeling the accumlated grease and salt that had built up there over the few days at sea between his finger tips. While normally he wasn't to concerned with his appearance, blending into a busy crowd of tourists and holiday goers was just that little more difficult when you looked on your way to becoming a tramp. He knew he'd have to do something about his appearance eventually but right now all he really wanted was a shower and big steak, a real steak not some cheap cut from a supermarket, but something fresh with enough time in the pan to just colour the edges. He licked his lips, tongue flicking over his long canines as he felt his stomach gurgle in agreement to his ideas.

His nostrils filled with the scents of the busy docks, the salt, the engine oils, the sweat of the workers, even the indiviual scents of the people that brushed by him told him a lot about them, what they had been doing, where they'd most likely been. Scanning the crowds slowly for any signs of something out of the ordinary he caught a glimpse the woman moving this way trip and start to fall. Without thinking about it his hand shot out as his head turned, strong fingers closing round her upper arm and halting her fall forwards instantly. His keen senses were assaulted by an unfamiliar but altogether pleasent fragrance, so slight and sutble that he doubted anyone else woudl have been able to detect it but it was there. There was something different about this woman...something very euphoric and exciting. His eyes locked with hers untill he realised how tightly he was holding her slim arm.

"Should watch your step miss, ain't always people around to catch you"

There was another odd sensation that slowly crept into his fingers, a tingling in the tips that shouldn't have been there...but it began to pass as his hand left her arm...

[Morphia]

That was the cue she was waiting for, when he caught her she turned quickly to him, red lips forming a gentle smile.
"Sorry, these curbs don't really allow for walking in heels." She said gently. Now she needed a conversation starter.
Ah, good he had a travel pack, light traveling by the looks of it, he was a bit grungy himself, though she had traveled with dogs from the gutter before so this was really no problem. "Are you here on a tour?" Morphia asked, looking for any indicators of what he'd want from Boston... she couldn't find any so she was going to have to rely on stereotypes. "Those tours are great, but you could never find a good bar or a great steak on those places, you need a local to find something that good."

[Zarda]

"There's no sign of them being aware the helicopters are incoming." Zarda informed into her earpiece, she was quite some bit above it all, floating just below the clouds as she watched them....scurrying like ants. Insects, pathetic wretched things. But what would happen today....it would be....beautiful.

"~Affirmative, Cargo shall be dropped in sixty seconds~" Replied a voice, like a whisper into her ear. Her arms folded at her chest, she could hear the six helicopters coming, they were massive and black, one might have taught they were planes if they hadn't noticed the lack of wings and presence of spinning blades. Flying in pairs they were, each one carrying cargo...so precious. Apocalypse's new toy.

Zarda watched as the flew beneath her towards the docks, getting into position. Once again her finger pressed into the device at her ear. "Drop the payload." she ordered, sentencing at the very least hundreds of people to death and having no concern.

From each of the helicopters dropped three boxes, each one at least twenty five feet tall and wide. They hit the floor with tremendous force...the panic when people realized what was going on was instant, and a joy for Zarda to watch. "Now.....open them." She ordered, and at once electric locks opened and the doors exploded off. There were noises from inside the "boxes," hissing and clicking....scratching, then buzzing.

Then they emerged, Apocalypse's newest toy...a biological weapon. They were ferocious, they were hungry, they were merciless, they were.....

The Brood!

[Victor Creed]

He wasn't really paying much attention to her after he had released her, infact he wasn't even sure why he da caught her in the first place, it had just happened. His gaze turned back from the crowds to her as she finished speaking and it took a few moments for him to realise she had been speaking to him.

"Nothing is ever free lady, whats the catch?"

His attention was half on the young lady at his side and half on the skyline in the distance where he could just make out several black dots steadily growing larger. Shortly after spotting them he became aware of the whup-whup-whup that their massive rotar blades were generating, giving away the fact they were helicopters of some kind. From this far away he couldn't be certain what model they were but from the shadows hanging beneath them they were certainly carrying heavy payloads.

He shook his head again, casting a half glance at the women beside him, letting his gaze wander over her features for a moment,

"Look Lady, your sales pitch needs some work...was there something you wanted or do you normally make a habit of talking to strangers fresh off the boat?"

The helicopters were close now and he could see clearly that the cargoes beneath them were massive containers of some kind. Others in the crowd had begun to look skywards, moving instinctively out of the way as they came to a stop hovering overhead, their cargoes swinging slowly.

Without warning the massive cables retracted and the huge containers plummented to the ground, crashing into the concrete, cracking it and sending out a shockwave that made people stumble and fall as they ran. Creed felt the hair blown back from his face as the cloud of dust and displaced air billowed past him. The air was filled with the scents of fear from the people around, saturating it as they were torn between morbid curiousity and the urge to run from the unknown. There was something else aswell...something that was completely new and different to anything he had ever smelt before...something not of this world, and as the doors crashed open it overwhelmed his senses, drowning out the smell of the humans that began to run and scream.

The beast inside him snarled as it sensed the sudden approach of another predator, and the big man felt his own hair standing on end, instinctively hostile towards this new threat, the animal part of him longing to display its dominance over the new invader.

Creed's lips curled back as he allowed the snarl to bubble to the surface, feeling his fingers flex and his talons slide out as the strange alien creatures sured from their containment...

[Morphia]

Morphia was about to mention she was looking for a body guard for their shows here in Boston when she noted a large helecopter coming into sight.
"What the hell?" She said quietly as she turned to face the incoming machine.
Then they dropped their load on the unsuspecting inhabitants of the city.
"Oh F***..." Morphia said, taking off her fingerless gloves and shoving them into her pockets before tearing off her sleeves, if anything undesirable got close to her she wanted to make sure they got a good dose of Morphine.

It was then that Morphia noted the tall man behind her was snarling. She looked down at his hands and noted long claws appearing. "So..." she said in a voice cool and collected as if there weren't a group of devilish alien creatures rushing and attacking the civilians around. "You think you can take these guys?"

[Zarda]

Zarda watched as the attack began proper, they were like rabid dogs, Apocalypse's new creations. They ran in what could certainly be called pack formation, before breaking apart to leap on people, claws and teething quickly going to work, shredding and cutting. It was turning into a bloodbath, and fast.

One pack ran towards a particularly large and savage looking individual, not that they really recognized that, they just saw food. There was a woman next to him, smaller, easier prey more likely. Regardless, the head of the "pack" jumped into the air as he approached the big human, mouth open and teeth beared as he aimed to get a taste of that ugly mug. Another one more so aimed to tackled the female to the ground, pin her down and tear her apart. The rest of the pack charged on, intending to pass them by in the hunt for other prey.

[Victor Creed]

Creed was getting caught up in the situation, his feral instincts surging to the forefront of his mind as the creatures charged. All the times he had tried to quell the beast inside, this was one time he was grateful for power it leant him. His eyes flicked from creature to creature as they tore through the humans without remorse, a pack of them breaking off and charging their way.

"You think you can take these guys?"

He couldn't have responded even if he had wanted to as the leader of the breakaway back barreled into him like a runaway mine cart and slammed him into the ground hard enough the crack the concrete under him as the back of his head hammered against the paving slab below him from the impact. Had his mind not given into the beast that had helped him survive for so many years he would have more than likely offered up a silent prayer to whoever decided that reinforcing his bone structure with Adamantium had been a good idea all those decades ago.

As it was those thoughts were the furthest things from his mind as his hands grasped the creatures jaws struggleing to keep them from shutting as its clawed limbs slashed and hacked at his clothing, shredding it and begginning to gouge great chunks of bloody flesh from his chest and stomach. He could feel its hot breath on his face, its tongue lashing against his skin as it tried again and again to force its jaws shut round his neck.

The creature was strong but so was Victor. The muscles along his arms bulged, the veins standing out like steel cables as he pushed, his hands forcing the creatures jaws away from him. With a snarl and a flash of fangs there was a loud, wet, snapping sound. With a roar like a cross between an angry bear and a raging lion he tossed aside the limp body of the broodling that had thought him prey, its jaws hanging limply, its head almost torn in two.

Covered in blood that was his own as much as it was the creatures he sprang after those that sought to pass them by, smashing into their midst with viscious intent...

[Morphia]

Morphia saw the creature heading her way and looked around for what could possibly aide her in not getting her head beaten in. She had no super strength, but she could knock some one out well enough if she could get skin on skin.

She noted a steal sign pole not far away. "Damn..." She muttered noting the creatures had torn the thing in half, running towards it the creature on on her heels she grabbed the steal sign pole as she was knocked down onto her stomach.
Grunting and turning around best she could onto her back she slammed the pole across the broods face causing it to rise up enough for her to climb out from under it. It wasn't more than two seconds before it decided to attack her again. This time Morphia jabbed the sharp end at the creatures large eyes. Blood and puss spewed out at her as she jabbed harder twisting the head into her reach. When the snarling face was close enough she reached out with one hand to grab the facial ridge. It took almost ten seconds for her to slow the creature down. Now she tore her pole out of the things eye and then jabbed that sharp jagged edge into it's frontal lobe.
"And that kids is why you shouldn't do drugs." She said taking a deep breath before noting another was heading her way. "Damn it."

She backed away looking for more than a steel pole to help her. "Hey blondie! Claw boy, get your ass over here and lend me a hand!"

[Zarda]

Victor had killed one, Morphia had killed one, but even then there was three from just that pack left..and many more around them. Victor chased after the three, charged down on one it however got the attention of the other two. They charged at Victor, claws and barbed teeth eager to tear the flesh from his back, more so to eat.....they didn't really care about their brother.

Meanwhile Zarda was watching from her position high in the sky, she noticed things like a pair of mutants killing members of Apocalypse's brood, it was a feat in itself, those weren't delicate creatures. For now however she would just watch. If she had to interfere, she'd do it later. There was still dozens of the brood, slaughtering people on masse, she could hear the authorities on route. They wouldn't be ready, nobody would be ready.

[Victor Creed]

Creed snarled, teeth bared, his skin covered in blood both his own and that of the creatures he had torn into. Survive in the depths of space they may be able to but against adamantium claws driven by enhanced strength they had little defense as a score of their number feel to the animalistic mutant in their midst. His clothes were torn in hundreds of places from their claws and teeth as they fought back, snapping and biting where they could, beast against beast.

His breath came in gasps as he torn through the final creature that had attacked him, his hands coated in gore, the ground around him slick with the creatures blood. He could smell it in the air all around them, a strange alien scent that he would never forget. He felt the skin on the side of his face knitting together, shredded by the raking talons of one of the creatures, the slight tug of tightness as the tissue scarred over before healing completely. All over his body his healing factor kicked in, driven into overdrive by the massive release of adrenaline from his fight or flight reaction. Blood stopped seeping out of wounds as flesh regrew rapidly, muscles repaired and skin sealed everything up good as new.

He could barely hear her voice over the sound of rushing blood and his own heart beat pumping through his ears like a drum. His eyes searched for more things to kill, to rend and tear, the animal inside eager to prove itself against these things that had thought they could make prey of him. Blood soaked he made a beeline for the girl and the creature that was making her back up, leaping for it as he closed the gap...

[Morphia]

Morphia saw the blonde man heading her way and she backed up searching for any other weapon. "C'mon damn it..." She nearly shouted.
It was then that the tall asian woman noticed on the ground not far away a mauled policeman. Running towards him she relieved him of his gun, so these things were weak in the eyes, well she had a great aim.
Dashing back towards the man Morphia aimed for the creatures head.
"Blondie, you hold 'em I'll shoot!" She called squeezing the trigger.

[Zarda]

Zarda continued to watch....the mutants present were turning into a problem. One of them in particular seemed to be designed quite well to fight The Brood. Even from a distance she could see his healing factor taking effect, his claws that had been used to tear up the ones he had gotten his hands on. Most annoying. This was supposed to be a field test on humans. She wouldn't get involved yet.

The easy prey had been thinned out, the bulk of the creatures turned from the directions they had been chasing and came back towards Morphia and Sabretooth. Even as Morphia fired a gun on one, more were arriving. Easily killed humans were few and far between now, they were prepared to fight for their food.

Like wolves they started to circle, waiting as more and more to assemble, keeping a safe distance. But pounce they would....