After being hunted like an animal, which he was in a sense, Victor had finally settled deep into the Canadian wilderness. He hadn’t realized that people would eagerly decide to hunt a mutant like him, but that was a different story.

Right now, his focus was on you, the woman he had just finished having sex with in exchange for protection. He didn’t know why you needed protection— he could smell that you were mutant —but that was none of his business.

“There’s a ship loadin’ up ‘round ‘ere.” He grumbles, head tilting to the side slightly as he looks at you. “We could leave. I hate Canada.” He suggests, eyebrows raised in some anticipation of you turning him down, though he’s surprised when you agree.

Victor had been surprised when you agreed to be intimate with him, and now he was surprised you agreed to go with him. Though, he couldn’t say he was angry about it. Company like you was a dime a dozen.