Phantom’s eyes

so the senario where they meet goes a bit like this:

Remy had been looking to buy Twinkies, a bottle of soda, and a can of Pringles. It had been one of those days where junk food is desperately needed to fulfill an itch and erase awful feelings. Is it a good habit? No. But it keeps Remy from straying into worse habits, so he'll take it for now. Sixteen is a bit too early to turn to drinking.

So he had been looking to get this assortment of items at some no-name gas station that is next to his motel. And honestly, things had been going fine. He had come into the store, the lights bright compared to the night sky outside.  Scanning over the room had been easy as always. It had been just him, the lady at the refister, and some guy who stood at just about 6ft tall and had been shifting away from the soda aisle.

 He had already found the Twinkies, and they looked in date. He had been drifting a bit in the candy aisle, flicking over the bright packages. 

Then…

The sleepy atmosphere of the store broke as two men burst in with guns and yells.

Remy drops down, not wanting to be seen. Being a surprise often works to one's advantage. He pulls his cards into his hands, prepping them silently for charges. Fifty-two little friends to save his butt. 

He peeks under the shelf, ears honed in on the situation.

“Give us everything in the register!!”

Remy curls his fingers a little bit. He hears a loud snarl, footsteps, and then a bang. The gun has been discharged. Someone has been either shot or shot at. Remy crawls forwards quickly and finds that the large man who had been in the store has been shot in the arm and is now on the floor. The two thugs are turned back to the lady who is behind the counter with her hands up and words tumbling out fast. Remy quickly pulls the large man back further behind the shelves in case the thugs decide they want to upgrade this from an armed robbery to a murder. The large man’s eyes are hazy, and Remy whispers quickly as he ties off the area above the wound.

“It's going to be alright, monsieur. Im gonna help. Just hold on tight.”

He says gently, and then he surges up. Remy makes an instant choice against using his cards, due to the proximity to the counter. He tackles the one with the gun, making small sparks in its trigger well to ruin the gun as they fall together. 

Remy flips up as they fall and kicks the man for good measure. The other guy comes at him with a knife. Remy grabs the man from his wrist and flips the man around, chucking him into the wall by the door. That seems to have knocked the man out. Remy turns back to the first man and has to block a punch. He kicks out the mans legs while swinging his own fist. He knocks the man out. He snatches up zipties from the shelves and locks up both would be robbers ankles and wrists.

Remy then turns to the lady behind the counter. 

“You alright?”

The lady nods quickly.

“Okay. Call the authorities.”

She nods again.

Remy then goes back over to the man who had been shot. He is still on the ground. Remy sits beside the man and checks the wound and wipes at the blood to get a better view of the wound. It… does not look as bad as he would expect. He had dealt with bullet wounds before, and they normally look worse than this if the bullet has gone in.

The man then makes a little chuffing noise at him that sounds confused and maybe worried. Remy glances up and notes the fangs and slitted eyes. Mutant? Is this a fellow mutant? He makes sure to keep his tone positive.

“It's going to be okay.”

Then… the man relaxes, pupils shifting from slits to being full-blown. Like a cat staring at something they love. Remy checks the wound again. It does not look like the man is going to bleed out. Remy gently pets the man’s hand and startles when something plinks out of the man’s arm. The…

The bullet just fell out. 

Remy startles and then goes and grabs the bandages the store sells. He can hear the woman at the counter on the phone with the police and feels his nerves fizzle. He has a mutant here that seems… hazy. And he is not happy to talk to the police on good days…

He cleans the wound that seems to be already mending. Remy looks up into the man’s eyes and wraps the arm anyway, trying to be as gentle and calm as possible. 

"It still hurts despite the healin', oui?"

The man mutely nods and makes tiny little noises. Remy stands, about to double-check the scene again to make sure the men were still knocked out and secured. Then hopefully leave before the cops show up. The man grabs his arm in a vice grip with a note of warbling worry in his chirp. Remy frowns a little, turning to comfort the large mutant who he is now worried that his had got smacked badly on the way down to the floor. 

“Hey… it's okay, monsieur. It's okay. Im just checkin’ around.”

The man starts to growl, and the concern about a potential head injury seems increasingly valid. He scans the man’s eyes again and looks over his head for any blood. Is the man really injured? Will he die?

Remy really does not want to be caught by the police here. Talking to them as a sixteen-year-old who is technically traveling alone is not going to end well for him. 

“Minou, I need to go. You might want to wait for the doctors. Mais me and the boys in blue are not on speakin' terms.”

The man growls at the word doctor and Remy instantly gets it. Mutants are always having issues with doctors. Sometimes they deny help. Sometimes they try to run experiments. Remy really gets it. He pats the man’s arm.

“Alright. I really do need to be getting outta here.”

The man gets up and follows Remy as Remy takes a step back. Remy decides to let the man come. 

Remy then speaks to the woman behind the counter. 

“Gonna be off. I ziptied them so even if they wake ‘fore the cops show, you'll be fine.”

He quickly exits, pocketing aspirin, bandages, and the Twinkie that he had already grabbed. It feels like worth while payment for his intervention.  The air is cold, Autumn greeting his senses. He wishes tonight had gone smoother, but at least no one had died. He slips over to his bike and tugs on the man to get him onto it with him.

“We gonna ride for a little. Hold on.”

Remy then takes off for the hotel, already going through a mental list of what might make the man act so odd.

--

Creed is really, really pleased with the attention from the cub. He had been doing… something after escaping from the place of pain, pain, terrible, pain. But then he got hurt!! Again. But instead of the person who touched him after the pain making the hurt worse… the cub had been gentle and soothing. Softening the pain with care and sweetness better than any sort of honey. 

It had been a wonderful fluffy feeling that he had never really known. It is intoxicatingly wonderful. He wants more. He does not want it to leave. So he follows the little cub.

And now he is seated in a tiny cold room on a toilet as sweet, soft fingers drift across his scalp as the cub chatters.

“Im Remy, by the way. Though… it doesn't seem that you are going to tell me yours.”

Remy then tilts his head back and forth. Creed purrs louder from all the careful care. Small hands still, and the cub sighs.

“I can't figure out what's wrong. Desole. Mais, us mutants gotta look out for each other.”

The cub stands up and shifts back into the main room with the single bed. Remy stretches and shifts. Creed follows close behind. He is not going to be alone again with the pain and aching mind. The cub makes him feel so much better. He is going to make sure nothing ever happed to this cub. 

His cub.

His cute little cub…

Who is speaking again.

“You can sleep in the bed.  I'll take the floor.”

Creed growls at this. Why would the cub sleep on the floor away from him?? He wants the cub warm and safe, tucked into his chest. Remy tilts his head, eyes narrowing and glancing at the bed.

“S’il vous plaît. You must be tired.”

Isn't cub tired?? Creed nudges Remy closer to the bed and the kid makes a sharp little noise. 

“You want me to rest?”

Creed grumbles a little bit and huffs loudly. He wants to pin the kid down and nussle and croon. But he holds back and simply pushes the kid over to the bed. Remy yelps and the shifts. 

“Okay okay. Lemme take off my shoes at least. My feet hurt.”

Creed huffs but lets the kid wriggle and kicks off the shoes. Creed curls up nearby and watches. The kid shifts about and stretches. Then Remy’s breath starts to even out and curls up tighter. Remy snuffles and makes the most adorable noises Creed has ever heard. Thats it. The cub is asleep and Creed needs to check over the child. 

 He wraps his arms around Remy, and pulls him close to sniff him anc check him over. He sniffs and his cub smells safe. Not of blood or sickness or anything bad. He snuggles closer to the pup. He is going to make sure nothing bad ever happens to this darling little cub that had spared a moment to be kind to him. No one is ever kind to him. Creed begin rubbing his chin across Remy’s scalp, rubbing his scent into Remy’s skin.

His cub.