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The Origin of Monsters
Date of Scene: 14 June 2021
Location: Criminal Compound, Oshogbo Nigeria
Synopsis: Clarice and Creed do a good deed, share some beers, and discuss the origin of murderous tendencies.
Cast of Characters: Clarice Ferguson, Victor Creed




Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Everything had gone according the plan - and the thunderstorm pelting the remote location hidden in the trees outside of Oshogbo, Nigeria, had certainly helped with that - covering the noise of the assault, and drowning out some of the screens. Clarice had focused on getting the children out safely, before joining Mister Creed in the barracks - where most of the 'hunt' took place.
    Things were still now - except for the screams of the one plaything Victor had left alive. After a while of this, Clarice gives the man a pitying look and pushes herself to her feet.
    "I'm going to go keep watch," she offers. "Take your time, Mister Creed." She grabs a few beers she'd found - 'Trophy' brand, apparently a Nigerian speciality - and finds herself a place outdoors under the shelter of a tree to watch, and listen, and drink as she leans back against the trunk, her posture relaxed.
    God she'd needed this.

Victor Creed has posed:
The screams coming out of the barracks are... unpleasant. Really, the sort of sounds humans normally shouldn't make, but when Victor gets his hands on someone like this, normal kind of goes right out the window. We won't go into detail here, but it lasts for quite some time, eventually dying down to kind of bubbling sobs. Finally, even that stops, and Victor comes out of the barracks to plop down under the tree as well.

He's rather soaked in blood, but then he was to start given the number of soldiers that had been here and how many guns they had, so a lot of it is his anyway, but it's definitely time for new clothes when he gets back home. "Sorry ya hadda hear that kiddo, but there just something... I dunno, it just feels right to be doing it. Lemme steal one of those, will you?" He snags one of the unopened beers and pops the top off with a talon then takes a long pull. "Huh, not awful, at least. So how are you handling it? Still want top hang around with me?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I told you before, Mister Creed. It doesn't bother me. He was scum, and you needed it." Clarice flashes the man beside her a brief smile, before looking back out into the storm once more. She's not quite as covered in blood and gore as Victor - but she would definitely be opting for a shower and a change when she returns home, as well. Shifting her weight, her arm comes to rest against his - and she takes another pull from the bottle in her hand. "I haven't seen any movement out here. It seems we got the lot." If not - they'd had the good sense to run.

Victor Creed has posed:
Victor Creed grins, exposing his fangs clearly, "Yeah, we killed a lot of assholes today. And it actually felt kinda good to be doing it for a decent reason. I mean, I've killed a lotta people, and prolly a lot of them didn't deserve it, just happened to be in the wrong place when I needed to do it, but today, I got to shred people who needed shredding."

He looks over at her with a smirk and adds, "Don't get me wrong, I ain't headed to Baldy's place to sit around and sing Kumbaya with the kiddies or anything, but there's something to this whole killing people who need it. You keep hooking me up with places like this, and we should be just fine."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice lets out a snort - a smile broadening on her features. "Oh, I can just picture it. Everyone sitting in a circle on the school's lawn, someone's playing a guitar... one of the kids tries to put a flower crown on you, and it all ends in blood." She lets out a quiet laugh. "Yeah. Best not to try Kumbayas with the kiddies." She gives the man beside her a playful nudge, before taking another swig from the beer.
    "The world's a brutal place. I'm sure we can find plenty more assholes just begging to be rubbed out."

Victor Creed has posed:
Victor takes another swig of his beer and nods, "Well, that is all too true. I mean, I've always thought the world was full of them, just hadn't thought about how many of them really deserve the kinds of things I do. Ones that kidnap little girls are way up there though. I mean, at least pick on someone who might have a chance in hell of fighting back. This was just.. wrong. Thus the killing and torture seemed like a good thing to me."

Ok, it's not really much in the way of a moral code, but hey, at least it's something. If it keeps him from slaughtering random people, then it must be a good thing, right?

"So, you think we can keep this sorta thing up? Maybe we should make up a team name or something like that. I'm pretty sure we'd be what they call anti-heroes though, all the blood and body parts just kinda hints at it."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "A team name?" Just the suggestion seems to baffle Clarice a little as she furrows her brow, and looks towards the man beside her. "It's just you and me, Mister Creed. Since when do we need a team name for something like that?"
    She looks out across the compound again as she adds, "And why wouldn't we be able to keep it up? There's always reports on the news - drug cartels terrorizing towns. Kidnapping and murdering people, or ransoming them. Religious fanatics beheading people on camera, or shooting little girls for daring to go to school... We can keep this up for as long as we like."

Victor Creed has posed:
He nudges her with his elbow, "I was just kidding, you know, we're going around taking out bad guys like all the heroes do. Well, not exactly like, cause theirs usually survive, but you get my drift."

With a nod, he adds, "You're right, there's lots and lots of opportunities. I'll let you know the next time I start feeling a little antsy and we'll find another group like these guys to play with."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "You're not the only one who gets antsy, you know," Clarice remarks, taking another swig. "I //needed// this. But yeah - let me know. We'll find a target, and we'll paint the walls." Her gaze is staring off into the rain as she adds in a quieter voice, "No one really gets it. Do they? I mean - they all... most of them, they don't think twice about me. But one mention of you, and- I hate the way they talk about you."

Victor Creed has posed:
Victor Creed shrugs, "Probably because I've done a lot of really awful things over a really long time. This" he waves a hand at the compound "could be called kind of deserved, though most heroes would do it without all the killing, but most of the times I've done stuff has been people who maybe didn't deserve it. Fact is, I'm generally a bad person, kid. I've murdered whole families for fun, just cause I could. I earned what they say, but.. I can't really help it, it's what I am. Maybe that makes me broken or fucked up or something, but it's part of me. Hell, you know how many countries I'm wanted for war crimes in? When you're bad enough that they wanna arrest you in the middle of a war, there's something wrong there."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I know, I just-" Clarice shrugs her shoulders helplessly, lapsing into a silence for a moment as she tries to find a coherent response. She //knows// he does horrible things, but... "I don't know. I guess it's just that they act like that's all there is to you, and that's not true. And... they ignore, or just don't realize, that at least some of that's in me, too. It bothers me, that I get a pass, and you... I just wish they wouldn't talk about you like that."

Victor Creed has posed:
Victor Creed says, "Yeah, well, I don't let it bother me. I'm the big scary one they threaten people with, cause that's what I'm really, really good at. As for you.. You can do this shit, but I don't see you following some guy home and killing his family because he cut you off in traffic. We're at kinda different levels of crazy, I think. You're crazy enough to cut guys like this in half, maybe need to get a little murder on now and then, I'm a freaking psycho. I know it, they know it, it doesn't matter to me. I do my thing, maybe once in a lifetime I meet someone like you who actually matters, and I call it good.""

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I guess," Clarice agrees. "I mean - there's no maybe about it. I do need this. But I couldn't hurt a family." She takes another drink from the bottle in her hand before asking uncertainly, "We both know why //I// turned out this way. But I honestly don't know about you, Mister Creed." She looks towards him - a hint of uncertainty in her gaze. She trusts the man - but she knows this is a potentially dangerous question. "Did something happen to you?"

Victor Creed has posed:
Victor Creed chuckles, "Oh, lots of things have happened to me, but like what you mean... nah. I've pretty much always been like this. Once psychology started being a real thing, they labelled me psychopath, sociopath, all kinds of things like that. I mean, maybe it's got something to do with my mutation, cause I didn't do any of this shit till the day my mutation fired off, but ever since.. yeah, I've been pretty much a monster."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Mutant abilities don't usually affect someone's psychology, though. ...do they?" Clarice asks in a dubious, uncertain tone. Her gaze goes forward again, watching as a bolt of lightning brightens the sky for a moment. She finishes off her beer and picks up another - tapping the cap with her finger. It disappears with a faint blink and a small flash of purple energy. Who needs a bottle opener?
    "Well, I guess it doesn't matter." She's never once entertained the notion of changing or 'fixing' Mister Creed. Aiming him, of course, was fair game though. After another sip of her drink she adds, "I'm glad we found one another, though. I- well. It's nice being able to really be me, sometimes. I care about Lorna, but there's some things she'll never understand."

Victor Creed has posed:
Victor Creed nods, "I dunno, I'm not trying to make excuses, I just know I didn't torture puppies or anything, then I was fighting with my brother over a piece of pie, suddenly I had claws and he was missing a lung. Then dear old Dad locked me in the basement and pulled my fangs for a few years trying to fix me before I bit my own hand off to escape and slaughtered him, been on the hunt ever since. I mean, I have the senses, the claws, I like to hunt thing weaker than I am, it all seems to kinda go together. Dunno, but I been at it long enough that I don't think it's got a chance of stopping at this point. But I don't mind pointing it at guys who deserve it more. And anytime you need a fix, you leave Lorna with her school pals and come find me, we'll have some fun."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "...and you don't think your dad locking you in a basement for years and pulling out your teeth all the time was a factor?" Clarice asks - with perhaps a bit of disbelief in her voice. She asked what had happened to him - he didn't think that was worth mentioning?
    But that happened //after// he killed his brother. He'd had a brother?
    Unbidden, her thoughts to Nicolai oozing green ectoplasm on the floor of her room, and talking about her //sister//. She lifts her bottle for another deep pull. She doesn't have a sister.

Victor Creed has posed:
He takes a drink and shrugs, "I dunno, maybe. I mean, I killed Luther before all that, so dunno what that says." He finished off the beer and tosses the bottle, "This conversation has gotten depressing, what say we head back and clean up a little? I could use something to eat, I did a lot of healing during all this." He rises to his feet, offering her his hand to pull her up. It probably says something that he has an apatite after what he just did here, but that's Victor, for good or bad.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice lets him haul her to her feet - and after a swig, tosses aside the rest of her latest bottle of Trophy beer. "It really isn't bad - but I don't think we need to start stocking it on the Asteroid," she remarks before opening a portal that would take them back home - emerging just outside Creed's door, so they don't have to walk through the entire complex trailing blood and gore.
    "I'll meet you in the cafeteria," she offers with a smile.