Title- Mystical 1/3
Notes-A slightly older and darker Jubilee narrates this story. Valencia, a witch, puts Logan through the motions for his own good.
I could feel him outside the house, like the noon day sun on my bare neck in August, I could feel him outside my refugee. I turned to my teacher, my new friend who has opened a door that neither of us can ever close again, not that I would want to. She peacefully smiles and then vanishes.
"Logan I don't feel anyone here at all," Jean meekly said to Wolvie as she stood on my front porch.
I could see him looking down at my gift, my mistake actually. I sent Charles an envelope with the address and my name on it, I told myself it was to let him know I was okay, Valencia told me my truth. I did it so I could be found. She was funny like that, she could see through any vail and every lie. I guess that's why I stay here, no lies.
"Well now, who has come to visit Valencia today," Valencia asked from the livingroom window as she allowed a sourceless organge light to illuminate the empty room? "Yes Mr. Logan and Mrs. Summers, do come in I have been expecting you for awhile now," she knew who they were from the second they arrived in Baltimore. Even before I could feel him, she knew.
"You would be Valencia," Jean questioned harshly, the shock of Valencia's very existance played through her soft voice. Jean was rarely, if ever wrong about knowing if people were around. I could only imagine her surprise when Valencia appeared after Jean had reassured herself that she and Logan were alone.
I could feel Valencia sitting on the floor, most likely with her tea cup that never was empty,"Yes, and don't worry, I am a good witch," Valencia said more for Jean's benefit than Logan. "You are here about Jubilation?"
I could feel his mind swirling with a controlled rage, "Where is she," he asked while tossing her the envelope?
"That's an odd question, ask one that actually has meaning Mr. Logan," Valencia gleefully returned. She snickered at him as she took a sip from her chipped china cup. Recovering the paper she tossed it back to him.
Logan moved aggressively towards her, I could hear the familar SNIKT of his claws as he unsheethed them. The wood floor rumbled as he advanced on her. She lowered the cup level with her breastline and raised a single finger into the air. Wagging it back in forth, the air began to crackle with electricity and Logan's body slammed against her magic force field. I had to laugh, it was time his first day of school begin.
"What is it that you want Mr. Logan," to my surprise she was starting him at the bottom? Really it should not have been such a shock to me; but I had always thought of Logan as bitterly wise. Valencia was about to make a fool out of him.
"I want to know where she is," he growled through clinched teeth? He was going feral, just like she had hoped.
"Wrong try again, what do you WANT," she baited/ Her voice was beautifully flat, while managing to hold a small amount of mischief.
"Damn you, WHERE IS SHE," he demamded?!? Logan was on the verge, it was time to bring him back, teach him his first lesson.
"Enough....," Valencia barked. She snapped her fingers together and Jean vanished, returned home to Xavier's. "I ask you a question you can't answer because you don't understand the defination of the words in the question.
Let me clearify....
There was a young man, he went to his tribal elders with a question, he WANTED to know how to become a great warrior so that he could be honored. The oldest and the wisest of the men laughed and asked him again what he truly wanted. Again the young man said he wanted to be a warrior.
The elder got to his feet and told the young man to follow him. He walked to a nearby pond and waded out to the middle and beckoned the youth to come into the water. The youth quickly swam out to the old man who promply grabbed the youth and held the boy under water. The youth fought, kicking and punching the elder. Finally the boy gained his freedom and escaped to the shore of the pond.
"Why did you try and kill me Elder I came to you for advise and...," the youth asked?
"Why did you fight to free yourself from me," the old man asked?
"You held me captive, against my will..." he began.
"WRONG, you fought me because you wanted to breath. Before you ask for what you want, be honest and make sure you want that thing as much as you wanted to breath when I held your head under the water. For if you are honest with yourself, your DESIRE will force you to gain what you want, just like your desire to breath gave you the will and strength to free yourself," the old man scolded."
Logan looked at Valencia with cold confused eyes, she had away of speaking to your soul like nobody else. She had hit a nerve in him that I didn't even know he had. "I don't...," his voice died in his throat, he looked around for Jean, who was gone. He was about to ask where she was, but his soul told him to be quiet.
"I ask you again Mr. Logan what do you WANT? Or shall I have to hold your head under water too," her tone was whispered and kind? He known such a tone before, in the monks of the temples he had studied with in Japan, in the words of every wise man or woman he had ever talked to, in Charles's voice when he gave advice, Logan had used the tone himself...with me, whenever he talked to me.
There are walls in everyone's soul. We build them to hide things from everyone including ourselves. Many times we tell ourselves that these walls are good, because we use them to hold our evil behind. All of our pain and hate and fear and inadequacy and anything else that holds us back from functioning throughout our pointless lives are stored behind those walls. From time to time those walls fill, overflow, crack and brake causing a flood of negativity to pour into our soul.
In souls where the walls has been broken too many times and the negativity has over taken them so often at it has become all they know, positivity is as dark to them as the negative. They start to see the wonders of life as a gateway for pain; just another thing given them so that it can be taken away. They build walls around their capacity to feel joy or pleasure or love.... this is the case with Wolverine. He has overflowed with pain and confusion so much in his life he feels it safest to not to feel much of anything. Funny thing is once you decide to bottle up love and joy and faith, you are still left with pain. Funnier still, love will not stay bottled for long.
"Jubilee..."
"Pardon," Valencia smiled as Logan finally asked for what he wanted?
"Jubilee... I want Jubilee."
Notes-A slightly older and darker Jubilee narrates this story. Valencia, a witch, puts Logan through the motions for his own good.
I could feel him outside the house, like the noon day sun on my bare neck in August, I could feel him outside my refugee. I turned to my teacher, my new friend who has opened a door that neither of us can ever close again, not that I would want to. She peacefully smiles and then vanishes.
"Logan I don't feel anyone here at all," Jean meekly said to Wolvie as she stood on my front porch.
I could see him looking down at my gift, my mistake actually. I sent Charles an envelope with the address and my name on it, I told myself it was to let him know I was okay, Valencia told me my truth. I did it so I could be found. She was funny like that, she could see through any vail and every lie. I guess that's why I stay here, no lies.
"Well now, who has come to visit Valencia today," Valencia asked from the livingroom window as she allowed a sourceless organge light to illuminate the empty room? "Yes Mr. Logan and Mrs. Summers, do come in I have been expecting you for awhile now," she knew who they were from the second they arrived in Baltimore. Even before I could feel him, she knew.
"You would be Valencia," Jean questioned harshly, the shock of Valencia's very existance played through her soft voice. Jean was rarely, if ever wrong about knowing if people were around. I could only imagine her surprise when Valencia appeared after Jean had reassured herself that she and Logan were alone.
I could feel Valencia sitting on the floor, most likely with her tea cup that never was empty,"Yes, and don't worry, I am a good witch," Valencia said more for Jean's benefit than Logan. "You are here about Jubilation?"
I could feel his mind swirling with a controlled rage, "Where is she," he asked while tossing her the envelope?
"That's an odd question, ask one that actually has meaning Mr. Logan," Valencia gleefully returned. She snickered at him as she took a sip from her chipped china cup. Recovering the paper she tossed it back to him.
Logan moved aggressively towards her, I could hear the familar SNIKT of his claws as he unsheethed them. The wood floor rumbled as he advanced on her. She lowered the cup level with her breastline and raised a single finger into the air. Wagging it back in forth, the air began to crackle with electricity and Logan's body slammed against her magic force field. I had to laugh, it was time his first day of school begin.
"What is it that you want Mr. Logan," to my surprise she was starting him at the bottom? Really it should not have been such a shock to me; but I had always thought of Logan as bitterly wise. Valencia was about to make a fool out of him.
"I want to know where she is," he growled through clinched teeth? He was going feral, just like she had hoped.
"Wrong try again, what do you WANT," she baited/ Her voice was beautifully flat, while managing to hold a small amount of mischief.
"Damn you, WHERE IS SHE," he demamded?!? Logan was on the verge, it was time to bring him back, teach him his first lesson.
"Enough....," Valencia barked. She snapped her fingers together and Jean vanished, returned home to Xavier's. "I ask you a question you can't answer because you don't understand the defination of the words in the question.
Let me clearify....
There was a young man, he went to his tribal elders with a question, he WANTED to know how to become a great warrior so that he could be honored. The oldest and the wisest of the men laughed and asked him again what he truly wanted. Again the young man said he wanted to be a warrior.
The elder got to his feet and told the young man to follow him. He walked to a nearby pond and waded out to the middle and beckoned the youth to come into the water. The youth quickly swam out to the old man who promply grabbed the youth and held the boy under water. The youth fought, kicking and punching the elder. Finally the boy gained his freedom and escaped to the shore of the pond.
"Why did you try and kill me Elder I came to you for advise and...," the youth asked?
"Why did you fight to free yourself from me," the old man asked?
"You held me captive, against my will..." he began.
"WRONG, you fought me because you wanted to breath. Before you ask for what you want, be honest and make sure you want that thing as much as you wanted to breath when I held your head under the water. For if you are honest with yourself, your DESIRE will force you to gain what you want, just like your desire to breath gave you the will and strength to free yourself," the old man scolded."
Logan looked at Valencia with cold confused eyes, she had away of speaking to your soul like nobody else. She had hit a nerve in him that I didn't even know he had. "I don't...," his voice died in his throat, he looked around for Jean, who was gone. He was about to ask where she was, but his soul told him to be quiet.
"I ask you again Mr. Logan what do you WANT? Or shall I have to hold your head under water too," her tone was whispered and kind? He known such a tone before, in the monks of the temples he had studied with in Japan, in the words of every wise man or woman he had ever talked to, in Charles's voice when he gave advice, Logan had used the tone himself...with me, whenever he talked to me.
There are walls in everyone's soul. We build them to hide things from everyone including ourselves. Many times we tell ourselves that these walls are good, because we use them to hold our evil behind. All of our pain and hate and fear and inadequacy and anything else that holds us back from functioning throughout our pointless lives are stored behind those walls. From time to time those walls fill, overflow, crack and brake causing a flood of negativity to pour into our soul.
In souls where the walls has been broken too many times and the negativity has over taken them so often at it has become all they know, positivity is as dark to them as the negative. They start to see the wonders of life as a gateway for pain; just another thing given them so that it can be taken away. They build walls around their capacity to feel joy or pleasure or love.... this is the case with Wolverine. He has overflowed with pain and confusion so much in his life he feels it safest to not to feel much of anything. Funny thing is once you decide to bottle up love and joy and faith, you are still left with pain. Funnier still, love will not stay bottled for long.
"Jubilee..."
"Pardon," Valencia smiled as Logan finally asked for what he wanted?
"Jubilee... I want Jubilee."