The town was small, laced with lights as the setting sun painted the cliche of a old fashion painting; Victor remained sitting in the blacked out truck. His eyes glued to the book store. Several people exited the building; one among them was his intended target. To the average mind the large feral would have stood out in the crowd, but in reality; he blended in as he followed her to what looked like a foster home. Keeping his guard up and checking to see if he had put his last resort in his pocket.
Once she was inside, door closing, and then Victor Creed had entered the large three story church like housing. A small bell signaled a plump woman close to his mates age to stand behind the counter, "May I help you, sir?"
"I am looking for Genesis." his answer curt but firm eye contact; a glow of joy crossed her chubby cheeks at the response.
"How wonderful!! We been having a difficult time finding someone to adopt her. " Victor's brows arched, "Why?"
"Do you have children..."
"Creed and yes."
" Genesis has been rumored to associate with mutants..she is mostly human, but oddly whenever she gets hurt; heals faster then normal. "
" No mind to me. I have been told I have a thing for different..." luckily she didn't pick up on his reference. She stepped around the counter and motioned him to follow. They stopped outside of a black painted door; loud obnoxious music was heard through the cracks. Victor growled deeply at the head numbing noise, "We have other children."
"No, let's give her a chance." The woman opened the door to reveal the ebony locked beauty. Her meager five foot five figure towered over his mates by a few inches but still way shorter then him, "Genesis, this nice gentleman has taken interest in adopting." She stopped what she was doing and turned to meet the brute of a man before her. The woman left just him and her in the room; her age seemed about right even with the lack of proper clothing and care. Hair needed a cut, some better feminine products and clothing would clean her up just fine, "You came to tease me with leaving here too.."
"I don't tease, frail. Not my style" stern expression; her scent was a human with a small pinch of mutation, "Get what is important and let's go." She seemed to step back from as he looked around the room. He could here her shuffling her something on the desk behind him, "I wouldn't do that. Just pack your shit and get the hell out of here, I have dinner waiting for me. "
"How do I know your not some serial killer or rapist?" fear poured out of her sandy toned skin. Victor glanced at her with a narrowed gaze, "If I wanted you dead, you would be already. Personally you're too damn skinny and wouldn't be able to last five seconds of my dick inside your virgin pussy." his barbaric answer oddly was trust worthy enough; still slightly fearful, Genesis packed what little belongings she had and followed the man to the front. Once the paper work was signed and authenticated, he left with her trailing to keep up with his wide strides. She was free. Her gut told her to run, and she waited till it was starting to get crowed, taking a fun down an empty alleyway made her start to think he lied about his wants. Before she could even strike him with the heavy rock, she was stabbed with a needle, "You may have a pretty face but you, frail, have a lot to learn." Genesis's world went black as her body was thrown over his shoulder; Victor didn't want to have to do that, but she was getting far too nervous for his comfortability. He laid her in the backseat and made the short two hour drive to his cooking meal.
