Creed's Credo
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X-men Comics › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
4,531
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the X-Men or the characters herein. The only ones I do own will be the characters that are not in the comics. I write these stories for my own twisted pleasure and relief and make no money from this. Please do not sue.
Creed's Credo
Disclaimer: I do not own Victor Creed or any of the X-Men Characters. They are owned by Marvel. Er...Disney. I don't know. The originals that will be added later on are my own. I make no money and am sick and twisted at times. Please do not sue.
A/N: I apologize that this is a very short chapter but I do so swear that I will make the next chapters longer. And if anyone else wishes to add to this story, please do. Please read and review! Anyways...onto the story!
Victor Creed looked up at the waitress as she came by. His new target. She smelled good and could just imaged how she would taste. How she would look as he took her life. Just the thought of it, the thought of seeing as her life giving blood drained out onto the ground as she tried to scream, try to beg...it sent chills of want up his body and caused the bloodlust to flair to life.
He had made a vow to himself. He would kill. Kill, kill and kill until he couldn't kill anymore. He relished in their screams of pain and horror, listed to them as they begged and pleaded for their pathetic little lives, asking him to stop. He couldn't though. I wouldn't. He watched them die. Didn't stop hurting them until he heard the very last beat of their heart stop and the very last breath expire from their limp, blood soaked bodies. Only then could he stop. Only then could he not be himself as he knew himself to be.
A monster. It was only in the silence that he could stop and breath. It was after the fact that they were gone that he ever felt sick and hated himself. Hated his father. It was only after the fact that he could find peace. It was cleansing, the killing. He felt as if it were washing away his sins...though he didn't realize until afterwords that the killing itself was the sin. The one sin he couldn't seem to get away from.
Either way, he vowed that he would find peace. One way or another. And be it heaven or be it hell, he would find it.
He watched the girl chit-chatting with customers and ran his tounge over his fangs. This was going to be one of those days.
TBC...or add a new chapter!
A/N: I apologize that this is a very short chapter but I do so swear that I will make the next chapters longer. And if anyone else wishes to add to this story, please do. Please read and review! Anyways...onto the story!
Victor Creed looked up at the waitress as she came by. His new target. She smelled good and could just imaged how she would taste. How she would look as he took her life. Just the thought of it, the thought of seeing as her life giving blood drained out onto the ground as she tried to scream, try to beg...it sent chills of want up his body and caused the bloodlust to flair to life.
He had made a vow to himself. He would kill. Kill, kill and kill until he couldn't kill anymore. He relished in their screams of pain and horror, listed to them as they begged and pleaded for their pathetic little lives, asking him to stop. He couldn't though. I wouldn't. He watched them die. Didn't stop hurting them until he heard the very last beat of their heart stop and the very last breath expire from their limp, blood soaked bodies. Only then could he stop. Only then could he not be himself as he knew himself to be.
A monster. It was only in the silence that he could stop and breath. It was after the fact that they were gone that he ever felt sick and hated himself. Hated his father. It was only after the fact that he could find peace. It was cleansing, the killing. He felt as if it were washing away his sins...though he didn't realize until afterwords that the killing itself was the sin. The one sin he couldn't seem to get away from.
Either way, he vowed that he would find peace. One way or another. And be it heaven or be it hell, he would find it.
He watched the girl chit-chatting with customers and ran his tounge over his fangs. This was going to be one of those days.
TBC...or add a new chapter!