Author: Kat Lee
Challenge/Prompt: slashthedrabble #419: Loss
Warning(s): Cannon Character Death
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 18 October 2016
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
He's thousands of miles from the spot it happened when he first hears about it. At first, he can't believe what he's hearing. He thinks the guy is just another young punk with a little more alcohol in his system than he can handle talking big. He's about to cut him down to size when he realizes that he doesn't smell lies coming off of the kid. The guy's speaking the truth, and Creed's gut twists with the knowledge.
Memories flash through his mind at the speed of lightning. They start when they were young and in the war together, back when they trusted each other and had one another's back, back when it was just the two of them against the whole fucking world. Then they shift to the first broad that came between them and when he first lost Logan. He remembers the first time the little punk stood up to him, thinking he was doing what was right and not realizing that he was betraying the first man to ever put his trust in him.
There were more fights for a long time after that first moment of betrayal. The last thing they did was fight. He never once told the whelp how he really felt about him, how much it hurt him when he chose to stand with the world instead of with him against it, how much he meant to him. There had been plenty of times to tell him when they weren't fighting, but instead of pillow talk, Creed had always either started another fuck session or simply slipped out the nearest window.
They hadn't really talked since they were young, and now he's gone. Now he's never going to have another chance to kill him or love him. He's never going to have another opportunity to tell him the truth of why he hates him -- because he betrayed him first -- or be the one to kill the mighty Wolverine. That honor, which could have been his so many times but which he always turned away from at the last moment, belonged to somebody else.
He sniffs as he listens to the kid's story. It's not that he's close to tears -- or so he tells himself. It's with irony and disbelief than he snorts. The adamantium was the very thing that helped Wolverine escape death at his own claws so many times, and yet it's the thing that killed him in the end. It wasn't a person. It wasn't a man. It was his own determination to be a fucking hero.
Creed slams his beer down on the counter. Every mouth silences; every eye turns his away. "I told ya, whelp, it's be th' end o' ya." Then, finally, he turns. He turns on the little, smart-mouthed punk who's telling the story so proudly. He turns on everybody that moves, and when at last the bar is empty, and he's again the only survivor, Creed lets his loss howl and howl and howl.