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Hoping in vain to spontaneously manifest the power of telepathy along with his suite of superhuman powers, Creed let his chin rest on his thumb, tapping on the side of his head with his forefinger, and repeating the following as a mantra, hoping to somehow beam it into Bea's skull: Rule...

Creed clapped politely at the conclusion of Beatrice's speech. The sense of impending doom that had engulfed everyone seemed to have spared Director Creed. As a Branch Manager at Waters Pharmaceuticals, he commanded substantial authority over both product and procedure at the business. He was...

The Creed-Thing dashed the loose bag of bones and flesh against the floor again and again. Little chunks of rubble shot up from the ground in reply. He felt the reverberations like ripples on a pond, though the mezzanine was hard as stone. Spiderweb cracks cut through the rock in the little...

Each step was deliberately taken as the creature seemed to unfurl; adrenaline rushed through his sinewy form, which expanded even as he spoke, gaining in height. The handful of kindling that had been a tree just seconds before fell away, discarded as the yellow alligator-eyes scanned blindly for...

The monster lurched menacingly overtop of Bea, misshapen muscles rearranging themselves as his sudden enthusiasm propelled him forward. But as he loomed over her, a startling change came over his internal perceptions - brought on by nothing less than the instantly-effective use of Beatrice's...

When Beatrice answered him, calmly, confidently - as heroically as she could muster under the circumstances, the creature's yellow eyes contracted to mere slits, then closed entirely as he leapt suddenly to his feet. His jaw slackened, then cracked apart in a grotesque display - it practically...

The walking horror, now seated comfortably across from Bea on a park bench, did not need to rise to accept her offering of a drink - he merely stretched his arm out languidly, pinching the outstretched bottle between his enormous thumb and forefinger, where he held it like a tiny vial. "Ahh...

This armor was made of stern stuff. The unnamed horror had ripped through sheer walls that were easier to sink his claws through. Another few seconds, though, and he'd punch through where the metal had bent - Then, in desperation, Cryptid bit him, the powerful gator-like crush force bearing...

Metahuman – all things considered, a positive word, a kinder one for what he was. The creature in front of Beatrice was better thought of as abhuman, a frightful mockery of man’s image twisted and stretched into a hypermuscled form that betrayed his increased strength and fortitude. In the...

Bea, Bea, Bea. Creed was the one with some kind of design. The Creature didn't know exactly what it was - more corporate influence, or something else - and he didn't much care. But messing with her was a fun way to mess with him. And he had other selfish reasons. The cure, for one. What was...

He'd got him. Cryptid was tiring, and the creature was just warming up. A moment of slippage was all it'd taken for the darting fist to again clutch at him, overpowering the resistance with sheer brutish resilience. On the periphery of his sensation, he felt Cryptid's claws dig into his palm...

Someone in the office was chewing something. Officially, Creed didn't have a problem with someone eating at their desk. They worked late hours here, and as long as there was no smell, company policy was to tolerate that. And ordinarily, he could tolerate it, even though he never partook in the...

Bit by bit, he was picking the vigilante apart. Physically, mentally - he felt him getting desperate now. He'd literally torn himself away from the enormous creature's grasp, leaving behind his mask and a clump of scalp, which he discarded. It'd felt like tearing velcro. The mask? He held onto...

This one was a cut above the rest. Remarkably bold, uncannily nimble, and above all, audacious - running his mouth while weaving around jab after jab. He'd stepped closer rather than backtracking, showcasing not only hypernatural agility, but extensive training as well. He had honed himself in...

Creed had years of experience in meetings. He enjoyed them greatly. He enjoyed picking people apart, trying to understand what they were thinking. And even in more delicate, casual meetings, he was terribly observant. He noticed right away (without staring) that she'd crossed one leg up over the...