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Subject: Creed: The Hunger. Prologue

Creed: The Hunger
by Kokujin.

Originally, I wrote a tale called Creed. An X Story, and I saw it
recently reposted on the usenet. So, I have decided to send up the
story, in its entirety, eventually. I have edited the story slightly,
to clarify some things.

Note:	This story is a work of fiction, containing graphic sexual
encounters. It is intended for viewing by mature audiences. Minors
should not not view, obtain, or circulate this material under any
circumstances.
	All rights are reserved by the author.

Prologue:

	Creed had just made it into the subway at Columbus Circle,
when he spotted the Transit Police in front of him. His captors were
onto him, so he needed the darkness of the tunnels, to provide enough
cover. In mere seconds, streaks of crimson and shrieks from commuters,
sent hundreds into a state of panic. They're just meat, Creed thought,
as a flash of ruby light punched through a wall like it was tissue
paper.
	" God damn it! That one-eyed bastard tracked me again! ",
Creed spat.
	A  mother and child made a good diversion, as Creed tossed
them into the tracks, before an on-coming train. Cyclops dove into the
tracks after them, using his energy blast to disable the train. That
was all of the time Creed needed. He disappeared into the shadows.
	" Storm, Gambit, Wolverine!" Cyclops echoed on the
communicator. " He went into the tunnels. We need to sniff him out
before someone else dies tonight."
	Wolverine snorted, " The next dead thing 'round here is gonna
to be that worthless, piece of shit."

	Creed laughed out loud when he heard the runt's threat " Not
in your lifetime, junior."
	A small glowing sphere rolled to his feet. Boom! Creed felt
his neck snap as he hit the wall. But with his ability to heal himself
rapidly, the effects faded. He rolled into the storage room, that was
a few yards away. It took him several seconds, but he slowly rose and
saw Boomer looking down at him.
	" I'm here to take you back Creed, with your cooperation or in
pieces."
	" Well, if it isn't the frail who set me free. What, do you
want me to thank you properly? Here?" His wicked smirk, revealed his
long feline teeth. " I could do that, you know?"
	Three spheres sailed towards Creed. The bright flashes blinded
Boomer briefly, and in a few blinks she realized that Creed was gone.
She spun around, trying to get a fix on him. Nowhere.
	A finger probed her jugular. She gasped. Creed already had his
thick arm around her. " Try it bitch. Can you make one of your
firecrackers, before I slit your throat. I don't think so."
	He lifted her off of the ground. Boomer knew that she was in
deep trouble.
	Creed squeezed her, forcing most of the air out of her. " So,
why are you really here? Did you really think that you would be able
to take me back? Or could it be that you wanted a piece of me before I
left for good?"
	Boomer panted, " I don't know what the hell you're talking
about, Creed. I messed up, and I'm trying fix my mess."
	" Look Sweets, the nose knows. I smell you. You wear that
horny little scent like you bathed in it. It's that same scent, when
you fed me every day. And when you took me on walks, like I was your
fuckin' pet. You like the danger that I represent, and it turns you
on."
	" You don't know what the hell. . .", Boomer started to say,
until she felt his erection pressing against her ass. Her words
trailed off. Unconsciously her body moved against him, with a slight
shiver. Almost silently came a slight moan.
	Sniff! Sniff! " You're even hotter now. You want me to fuck
you, I bet. You want to know what it's like to be with a true animal?
You want the beast? I couldn't even control it. But for you, I'll give
you the beast. Most definitely."
	A sharp spasm ran down Creed's body. The hunger's calling him.
Reminding him of the damage Logan did to his brain. He couldn't
control the hunger.
	Creed flipped on the communicator, " Logan. Logan are you
there old buddy?"
	Skertch. " Who the hell is this?!", Logan growled back.
	" Don't tell me that you know who it is? "
	" You fuckin' bastard! When I find you. . ."
	" You'll never find me, runt. All you'll do is listen to me
and my little friend Boom Boom here."
	" Who? This is old business between us. I'm still gonna comin'
after you."
	With his talon-like nails, Creed tore down the front of
Boomer's uniform. He hoped that Logan could hear it over the radio.
His nails were sharp enough to scrape her bare skin. He shed the
uniform like a fruit's skin, and slid his hand under her panties. He
licked her neck, taking in the sensations of her body alongside his.
Getting his index finger wet, he slid it into her.
	" Hey, Logan! Whaddya know?! She's a virgin! I'm gonna have so
much fun with her before you find us. If you find us. But listen to
what you made me into.
	" On the floor! ", Creed yelled, pushing her to the ground.
Boomer kicked back and charged up an explosive. Creed fell on top of
her, using his weight to pin her down. He grabbed the hand that held
the explosive, keeping her from throwing it. His other hand went back
under her panties, rubbing her clit, as if he had all the time in the
world.
	Boomer knew that she could very likely die soon, but she
wondered that if in the back of her mind, she wanted something like
this to happen between them. Staring sadly at her hand, she let the
bomb die out. She didn't want to look at him, she felt that she was
betraying a part of herself, and instead stared at the dim light in
the equipment room.
	It was at that moment she noticed it, something in the air,
heavy, thick. Suffocating her, and at the same time enhanced her other
senses.
	She found the icy floor contrasting with Creed's hot body on
her strangely intriguing. It aroused her. She pushed her free hand
against his chest, not as an attempt to free herself, but to touch the
animal that threatened her very life. She felt anger, loneliness and
desperation at her fingertips. And those feelings flowed into her.
	" Logan ", Creed breathed into the mike. " I must have her.
She'll taste better than that mind-bitch Psylocke. But I don't know
what may happen, when I smell that blood."
	Boomer moved her hand down to Creed's crotch, freeing his
penis from his pants. The odor became stronger. The hair around the
base of his shaft, pricked against her fingers. She tugged on it
roughly, drawing out tepid fluid onto her wrist.
	Creed smiled at her. Lamb to the fuckin' slaughter, he mused.
He positioned his cock alongside her sticky opening. Her held her
arms, pinning them to the floor. There was no preparation. No warning.
Boomer's screams echoed back into her ears, her legs kicking outwards,
vainly attempting to push him off of her. But her parting legs only
gave him more room to push his member further into her taut sex.
	Under Boomer's shut eyes, she saw the bright star-like colors
that comes when under intense strain. In one thrust, he tore through
her hymen, and firmly planted himself in her. She felt the breath
coming from his nose. That and the pain were the only sensations she
felt. It made her shiver, as it brushed across her neck. Despite his
weight keeping her from breathing properly, she felt it. Despite the
cock that continued to tear her apart inside, she felt it.
	But this was what I wanted, thought Boomer, wasn't it?  She
hurt like hell, and her legs no longer kicked out. But was she just
accepting the pain, or silencing something else in her mind? Boomer
hung her arms around Creed's neck.
	" You're a strange one, girlie. I can tell you like it. The
way your pussy grips my dick, baby, tells me everything. I bet all of
you X-frails like it that way. Maybe I'll find out from each of you,
before I kill you."
	Creed pulled her up, propping her on his lap. Boomer bit her
lip hard, as she sank further onto his thrusting cock. Creed lick the
drop of blood that oozed from her lip. The crimson's taste increased
the blood lust, triggered when he took her virginity. *Growl*. He was
losing control of himself, and it didn't matter to him. If he tore her
apart while fucking her, her loss. She was going to die anyway.
	Boomer pulled herself closer to him, holding onto his massive
shoulders. Her fingers didn't go quite around them, instead digging
into his flesh. The pain was also triggering Creed's feral nature. He
pumped faster, hands in vise-like grip at her waist.
	Boomer looked into the eyes of the animal, feeling her body
unconsciously tensing up. " Wha-what's happening to m. . ." The words
died in her lips. Her whole body seemed to jerk and tighten around his
prick, and she wailed uncontrollably. She felt Creed's cock throb and
jerk, erupting with sweltering bursts of semen. Some oozed out of her,
and down Creed's thighs, making its way into a small puddle. Boomer's
head fell onto Creed's shoulder. It took a while for her to catch her
breath. Creed felt different however, his body still clamored for more
of her.
	" That was somethin' kid, but it didn't calm down the wildness
in me enough. I need more. I need. . ."
	" What you need scumbag, is whole lotta hurt." Wolverine
growled, as he squatted by the door. With claws extended, he leaped at
Creed. Boomer was still too groggy to fully realize what was
happening. She just saw a figure hurling itself at her. Instinctively,
she threw a bomb at the shadow, realizing too late that it was
Wolverine. It blew him through a wall.
	" Oh God! Wolverine! Somebody, over here! Creed's. . ." He
covered her mouth and carried her into the new tunnel Boomer had
inadvertently discovered. Creed knew that the others weren't far
behind. He had to get out of the tunnels fast.
	" You didn't walk from upstate to find me. Where's your car?"
	Boomer sighed, saddened that she just lost her only way out. "
In Central Park."
	It took a while for Creed to find his way out. Occasionally,
he held Boomer against a wall, for a quick fuck, until he smelled the
others' scent. He could barely control his lust. He had only begun to
notice the unfamiliar odor that came from his body. It drove the
animal in him to the surface, and it had probably affected Boomer as
well. Creed wanted the others to hear Boomer moans echo in the
tunnels, to let them know that they were so close, but not enough.
Twist that knife, baby, he thought.
	Boomer was hoping to delay the inevitable. But the reasons
blurred wanting to live, to feeling inside her again. There was a
hunger in her. She couldn't control it. She didn't like it at all.
Creed enjoyed the sounds of his growls mixed with her strained voice.
A taste of things to come. They saw light, coming from a construction
project in the park. Boomer tried to stall for as long as she could,
but they found the 'car'. It was actually a mini-jet.
	" You know ", said Creed, ripping off whatever clothes
remained on the both of them.. " Those friends of yours may kill me
because of what I did to old Psylocke at the mansion. Hell, you even
tried to kill me after watching the both of us. But after what they
did to me, those pricks are getting off easy. In fact, why am I
running from those losers. I think I'll take the battle to them. End
it there. Make things even. But I want those pricks to suffer before I
go. Especially Logan."
	Creed paused thinking of something that brought a smile to his
face. " Wait, I know just the little runt to help me out. C'mon kid.
You're coming with me."
	He pulled her with him into the cockpit. " Gee, nowhere for
you to sit except on my lap." Creed stared down at his cock. He was
still hard.
	" Please ", moaned Boomer. " I'm so sore. Don't." Creed almost
looked sympathetic, wiping the forming tears from her eyes. She's got
the hunger too, he mused. Despite the pleas, she still wiggled her
hips over him.
	" Don't worry frail. Your pussy's safe." He guided her down to
his lap. She felt the head of his cock push apart her buttocks. She
immediately tried to get up, but his arms were already pulling her
down.
	" But your ass? Now, that's another story. "
	" Aw, no! No! " She began to shriek. " Don't, it's gonna tear
me apart!"
	Creed shrugged his shoulders. " Well, you better spread your
cheeks, or something, 'cause I will fuck this tight ass. Hey, don't
tighten up. It'll only hurt more. Don't want to listen? Well, I did
warn you."
	He pushed slowly, with her fighting every inch trying to enter
her. But she could not hold him back. When Creed's dick was half-way
buried in her, Boomer conceded and tried to loosen the tension of her
anus. Soon, she felt his balls against her cheeks. She didn't move,
fearing any shift would send pain racing through her ass.
	Creed set the controls on computer controlled flight. After
pushing the last command into it, he pulled Boomer closer to him. He
laughed to himself.
	" Get comfortable, frail. We have fly for a while. And I'll
think I'll entertain myself, since you're here."
	Creed bounced the naked, weary girl on his cock, occasionally
slipping his finger into her soppy cunt. Boomer moaned and cried, with
her head resting on his shoulder, looking at the clouds.


	Cyclops and the others were in the Blackbird, still trying to
pinpoint Creed's position, when they heard a weak voice over the
radio.
	" Is anyone there? Professor? "
	" Cyclops here. Is that you Boomer?"
	Sniff. " Yeah. You gotta stop him. He wants to kill all of us.
Said he was gonna come back for me. He's gonna to get the kids."
	" What? I don't understand. Where is he headed? "
	" We're in Massachusetts. At the Academy. . ."
	Cyclops frantically called out to the now unconscious girl,
who laid in cockpit, unable to answer. Unable to do anything.

To be continued.
Please send your comments to me at kokujin@internetMCI.com

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