Confused Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Sinister checked the wrappings on Jubilee’s wrist. The furrows’ Wolverine had gouged would leave nice permanent scarring. Now all he had to do was wait for her to wake up once again, and for Creed to get back to finish his plan. Hearing her whimper and thrash slightly he looked up at her face with a grin. From behind him he could hear Creed stomping down to the room. Ah, perfect timing.
Grabbing two sets of claws, perfect imitations of Wolverine’s adamantium and all, he met Creed at the door. Fingering one of the blades to test the sharpness he watched a deep line crease through his skin before immediately healing over. Nodding in satisfaction, he handed them over to Creed.
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Jubilee moaned opening an eye. Where the hell was she? Sunlight streamed down filtered by the branches of the forest, birds were chirping. All in all a very pleasant place. So why was she feeling the urge to majorly freak out? Her wrist twitched letting her remember the bandage and wound she had received. It had been a few months since she had escaped from the Hulkster base, a vague image of seeing the Blackbird take off without her then running through the desert trying to get away. She must have gotten this trying to find somewhere to go. Everything between then and now was extremely blurry, nothing but vague instances, emotions, the betrayal at them leaving her behind when she had let them out in the first place.
Logan had to have smelled her. He left her behind on purpose that was the only explanation. She swiped angrily at the tears falling down her face. Jubilee refused to cry for him, for them, for herself. A tree branch cracking behind her spun her around with a hand automatically raised. She knew that shape, the stocky build wide shoulders, feral attitude.
“Logan?” Jubilee whispered eyes filling with hope. Had he come to get her, take her home?
“It’s your fault ya know. Bastion and his prime sentinels cleaned us out. Almost killed Cyke, and all because you told him where to go, and what you knew about us.” Wolverine spat glaring at her. His hands clenched and unclenched furiously as he watched her. Oh gods he couldn’t mean it. They never found her, didn’t bother to find out what had happened. The guards at night, Bastion and his mind games. The look on his face caused an aching chasm to rip through her.
“Your gonna have to pay for that now Jubes.” He told her racing towards her. Screaming she let go and paffed him making him falter move back a few steps. She couldn’t fight Wolverine. Not just because he was the closest thing to a father she had, but just because he was that good. Scrambling to her feet she ran heading further (at least she hoped) into the woods. Branches were flying by scraping her arms, face, and legs. Then there was a weight on her back driving her to the ground. Spitting out mud she tried to get ground to move with, but claws seared their way down her back ripping a scream from her throat.
He’d never used his claws on her before. Now he wasn’t stopping. Wolverine slashed down her back again laughing mildly as she tried to struggle out form under him. Rolling her over he placed the tips of his claws against her neck grinning at her. Grunting he twisted his wrist quickly dragging his claws down the length of her neck, across her sternum and further coming close to gutting her. Or he would have if he’d been pressing hard enough to do more than just break skin, and they both knew it. Lifting her hands quickly Jubilee paffed him repeatedly in the face blinding him. Ignoring his small howl of pain she pushed away from him and took off through the trees once more.
Snarling Wolverine chased after her. He didn’t need just sight to see by. Just the scent of her blood and fear, the sound of heavy breathing roared in his ears. His sight cleared and he saw her just ahead. Jubilee stumbled over a tree root, and he dove tackling her to the ground. Screaming loudly she bucked up trying to get him off of her. Laughing he grabbed the top of her shirt and ripped the back of it off. He would get some enjoyment out of this after all. After that there was nothing but the screams of the prey, and the excited roar of the beast.
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Her breath rasped in her throat. Sore, everything was sore. The area between her legs seemed the worst, but she knew the holes in her body were much worse. The ground beneath her had turned to mud from the mix of their fluids, as well as the blood that had yet to stop pouring out of her. If she didn’t move, didn’t quit bleeding, soon she would die. Whimpering as a branch broke loudly only steps away she curled up tighter. Maybe he would stay away, wouldn’t notice her.
Sinister walked slowly towards the broken girl on the ground. When he had handed Creed the claws, and told him to enjoy himself, he hadn’t meant to this extreme. He needed the girl for his plans, and now, well if he waited too much longer she would definitely be of no use to him at all. Stooping down, he gently turned her onto her back jerking his hand back as she thrashed. Sinister growled impatiently and that sound made her freeze, eyes go wide, and a scream build in her once again. Looking her over he took in all the wounds, calculating what would need to be done. He was always a doctor, no matter his means of practicing.
Deep gouges cris crossed down the length of her chest and stomach, and what looked like three punctures to her right side. Jubilee’s face was mangled, jaw looked bruised if not broken, two black eyes, and half the left side of her lower face practically carved off. Her right ankle was crushed, left upper leg bent backwards at a crazy angle. Not to mention injuries in places that were rather more delicate. One thing Sinister had never condoned of, when human and afterwards, was rape. Making a note to himself to pay Mr. Creed in his own way instead of with money, he placed one arm under her legs while the other went behind her back. This of course did bring a scream tearing out of her as he pressed against the matching cuts on her back.
“Look at me, Ms. Lee.” He said softly turning her face gently towards him. One eye stared at him blankly before recognition seeped through it. Jubilee stared seeing nothing but pale white, and the diamond on his head. That alone gave who he was away. What could only be described as a hiss fell from her mouth as she tried to talk. Sinister’s lips quirked up and he nodded at her.
“I am going to help you. Afterwards we will discuss payment.” He told her lifting her in the air as he stood to his full height. It wasn’t Logan holding her right now. That was all that mattered to her, and she let her head sag against his chest, her open eye close, and gave over to the darkness that had been pulling at her.
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When she awoke, it was weeks later, although she wouldn’t realize that for a while. Heavy things that must be casts covered both of her legs from the waist down. Her face ached, but she was able to move her jaw with minimal pain after testing it, and for some reason there was a huge padded thing on the side. What happened, and where was she?
Sinister walked in the room. Gasping Jubilee stared up at him trying to disappear in the bedcovers. The bright white casts and multi colored bruises on her face; however, made it impossible. Sinister grinned at this and moved to sit next to the bed.
“Where am I?” Jubilee asked her mouth dry and her voice raspy.
“In a bed, Ms. Lee, but I thought perhaps that would be obvious.” Essex told her with a mild grin.
“Great. A bad guy with humor.” She muttered. Frownin, Sinister pushed her hair back and pulled off the padding on her face halfway. Looking it over he nodded to himself, before pulling the edge of the blankets down. Reacting to this Jubilee grabbed the blanket and jerked it back up glaring. “What are you doing?!”
“I took care of your injuries when I first found you. Now I am checking to make sure they’re healing properly. If you don’t mind, I’d like to finish.” Sinister told her grabbing the blanket and jerking it the whole way down. Holding down her hand he un bandaged her wrist and looked her arm over. Scarred, but nothing more. Bunching up those bandages he set them aside, and peeled away the tape on the one over her stomach and chest. Jubilee watched him with wary eyes grimacing when she finally got a look at her chest. Dark bruises surrounded what was left of the deep cuts Wolverine had made. Blood stained the gauze, which Sinister pulled the rest of the way off before grabbing a fresh one to recover it with.
“How long have I been here?” she whispered blinking in surprise when he handed her a glass of water and two pills. She sipped the water looking at the pills and then over at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Pain pills, Jubilation, nothing more.” He told her taping the fresh gauze down. Sinister was in his closest to human state, looking almost exactly the way he did except for the diamond and his red eyes. This made it slightly, not much, but slightly easier to trust. Gulping down the pills she grimaced and took a longer drink to wash them down the entire way. “As for how long, almost a month. It’s taken that long for those cuts to heal this far, and the skin on your face to start growing back. I highly doubt you would have been able to stay awake long enough to leave anyways. Sit up, please.”
“Why?” She asked warily pushing herself up slowly.
“If you wish to leave dirty bandages on your back, that’s your choice. Although I would prefer to keep them from becoming infected.” He said impatiently. Scrunching her nose Jubilee sat the rest of the way up carefully covering her chest with her arms. Hissing when the bandage stuck slightly she closed her eyes. There was something seriously wrong if Sinister of all people was taking care of her. She was forgetting something, how did she end up this way?
“Wolvie…” Jubilee whispered softly her memories coming back. Tears sprung to her eyes, and she raised one hand to wipe them away angrily. No more tears. She’d shed enough tears for them all months ago. Yet for some reason that didn’t keep her body from shaking at the cold hands on her, or the tears from rolling down her face as she hid it in her hands.
Sinister checked the wrappings on Jubilee’s wrist. The furrows’ Wolverine had gouged would leave nice permanent scarring. Now all he had to do was wait for her to wake up once again, and for Creed to get back to finish his plan. Hearing her whimper and thrash slightly he looked up at her face with a grin. From behind him he could hear Creed stomping down to the room. Ah, perfect timing.
Grabbing two sets of claws, perfect imitations of Wolverine’s adamantium and all, he met Creed at the door. Fingering one of the blades to test the sharpness he watched a deep line crease through his skin before immediately healing over. Nodding in satisfaction, he handed them over to Creed.
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Jubilee moaned opening an eye. Where the hell was she? Sunlight streamed down filtered by the branches of the forest, birds were chirping. All in all a very pleasant place. So why was she feeling the urge to majorly freak out? Her wrist twitched letting her remember the bandage and wound she had received. It had been a few months since she had escaped from the Hulkster base, a vague image of seeing the Blackbird take off without her then running through the desert trying to get away. She must have gotten this trying to find somewhere to go. Everything between then and now was extremely blurry, nothing but vague instances, emotions, the betrayal at them leaving her behind when she had let them out in the first place.
Logan had to have smelled her. He left her behind on purpose that was the only explanation. She swiped angrily at the tears falling down her face. Jubilee refused to cry for him, for them, for herself. A tree branch cracking behind her spun her around with a hand automatically raised. She knew that shape, the stocky build wide shoulders, feral attitude.
“Logan?” Jubilee whispered eyes filling with hope. Had he come to get her, take her home?
“It’s your fault ya know. Bastion and his prime sentinels cleaned us out. Almost killed Cyke, and all because you told him where to go, and what you knew about us.” Wolverine spat glaring at her. His hands clenched and unclenched furiously as he watched her. Oh gods he couldn’t mean it. They never found her, didn’t bother to find out what had happened. The guards at night, Bastion and his mind games. The look on his face caused an aching chasm to rip through her.
“Your gonna have to pay for that now Jubes.” He told her racing towards her. Screaming she let go and paffed him making him falter move back a few steps. She couldn’t fight Wolverine. Not just because he was the closest thing to a father she had, but just because he was that good. Scrambling to her feet she ran heading further (at least she hoped) into the woods. Branches were flying by scraping her arms, face, and legs. Then there was a weight on her back driving her to the ground. Spitting out mud she tried to get ground to move with, but claws seared their way down her back ripping a scream from her throat.
He’d never used his claws on her before. Now he wasn’t stopping. Wolverine slashed down her back again laughing mildly as she tried to struggle out form under him. Rolling her over he placed the tips of his claws against her neck grinning at her. Grunting he twisted his wrist quickly dragging his claws down the length of her neck, across her sternum and further coming close to gutting her. Or he would have if he’d been pressing hard enough to do more than just break skin, and they both knew it. Lifting her hands quickly Jubilee paffed him repeatedly in the face blinding him. Ignoring his small howl of pain she pushed away from him and took off through the trees once more.
Snarling Wolverine chased after her. He didn’t need just sight to see by. Just the scent of her blood and fear, the sound of heavy breathing roared in his ears. His sight cleared and he saw her just ahead. Jubilee stumbled over a tree root, and he dove tackling her to the ground. Screaming loudly she bucked up trying to get him off of her. Laughing he grabbed the top of her shirt and ripped the back of it off. He would get some enjoyment out of this after all. After that there was nothing but the screams of the prey, and the excited roar of the beast.
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Her breath rasped in her throat. Sore, everything was sore. The area between her legs seemed the worst, but she knew the holes in her body were much worse. The ground beneath her had turned to mud from the mix of their fluids, as well as the blood that had yet to stop pouring out of her. If she didn’t move, didn’t quit bleeding, soon she would die. Whimpering as a branch broke loudly only steps away she curled up tighter. Maybe he would stay away, wouldn’t notice her.
Sinister walked slowly towards the broken girl on the ground. When he had handed Creed the claws, and told him to enjoy himself, he hadn’t meant to this extreme. He needed the girl for his plans, and now, well if he waited too much longer she would definitely be of no use to him at all. Stooping down, he gently turned her onto her back jerking his hand back as she thrashed. Sinister growled impatiently and that sound made her freeze, eyes go wide, and a scream build in her once again. Looking her over he took in all the wounds, calculating what would need to be done. He was always a doctor, no matter his means of practicing.
Deep gouges cris crossed down the length of her chest and stomach, and what looked like three punctures to her right side. Jubilee’s face was mangled, jaw looked bruised if not broken, two black eyes, and half the left side of her lower face practically carved off. Her right ankle was crushed, left upper leg bent backwards at a crazy angle. Not to mention injuries in places that were rather more delicate. One thing Sinister had never condoned of, when human and afterwards, was rape. Making a note to himself to pay Mr. Creed in his own way instead of with money, he placed one arm under her legs while the other went behind her back. This of course did bring a scream tearing out of her as he pressed against the matching cuts on her back.
“Look at me, Ms. Lee.” He said softly turning her face gently towards him. One eye stared at him blankly before recognition seeped through it. Jubilee stared seeing nothing but pale white, and the diamond on his head. That alone gave who he was away. What could only be described as a hiss fell from her mouth as she tried to talk. Sinister’s lips quirked up and he nodded at her.
“I am going to help you. Afterwards we will discuss payment.” He told her lifting her in the air as he stood to his full height. It wasn’t Logan holding her right now. That was all that mattered to her, and she let her head sag against his chest, her open eye close, and gave over to the darkness that had been pulling at her.
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When she awoke, it was weeks later, although she wouldn’t realize that for a while. Heavy things that must be casts covered both of her legs from the waist down. Her face ached, but she was able to move her jaw with minimal pain after testing it, and for some reason there was a huge padded thing on the side. What happened, and where was she?
Sinister walked in the room. Gasping Jubilee stared up at him trying to disappear in the bedcovers. The bright white casts and multi colored bruises on her face; however, made it impossible. Sinister grinned at this and moved to sit next to the bed.
“Where am I?” Jubilee asked her mouth dry and her voice raspy.
“In a bed, Ms. Lee, but I thought perhaps that would be obvious.” Essex told her with a mild grin.
“Great. A bad guy with humor.” She muttered. Frownin, Sinister pushed her hair back and pulled off the padding on her face halfway. Looking it over he nodded to himself, before pulling the edge of the blankets down. Reacting to this Jubilee grabbed the blanket and jerked it back up glaring. “What are you doing?!”
“I took care of your injuries when I first found you. Now I am checking to make sure they’re healing properly. If you don’t mind, I’d like to finish.” Sinister told her grabbing the blanket and jerking it the whole way down. Holding down her hand he un bandaged her wrist and looked her arm over. Scarred, but nothing more. Bunching up those bandages he set them aside, and peeled away the tape on the one over her stomach and chest. Jubilee watched him with wary eyes grimacing when she finally got a look at her chest. Dark bruises surrounded what was left of the deep cuts Wolverine had made. Blood stained the gauze, which Sinister pulled the rest of the way off before grabbing a fresh one to recover it with.
“How long have I been here?” she whispered blinking in surprise when he handed her a glass of water and two pills. She sipped the water looking at the pills and then over at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Pain pills, Jubilation, nothing more.” He told her taping the fresh gauze down. Sinister was in his closest to human state, looking almost exactly the way he did except for the diamond and his red eyes. This made it slightly, not much, but slightly easier to trust. Gulping down the pills she grimaced and took a longer drink to wash them down the entire way. “As for how long, almost a month. It’s taken that long for those cuts to heal this far, and the skin on your face to start growing back. I highly doubt you would have been able to stay awake long enough to leave anyways. Sit up, please.”
“Why?” She asked warily pushing herself up slowly.
“If you wish to leave dirty bandages on your back, that’s your choice. Although I would prefer to keep them from becoming infected.” He said impatiently. Scrunching her nose Jubilee sat the rest of the way up carefully covering her chest with her arms. Hissing when the bandage stuck slightly she closed her eyes. There was something seriously wrong if Sinister of all people was taking care of her. She was forgetting something, how did she end up this way?
“Wolvie…” Jubilee whispered softly her memories coming back. Tears sprung to her eyes, and she raised one hand to wipe them away angrily. No more tears. She’d shed enough tears for them all months ago. Yet for some reason that didn’t keep her body from shaking at the cold hands on her, or the tears from rolling down her face as she hid it in her hands.