TITLE- Never The Females, part 1
AUTHOR- candy aka candylynn
RATING- R (language, violence)
DISCLAIMER- I don't own ANY of the characters I used in this story
NOTES- Okay, after this I will quietly go back to my padded cell and listen to my Prince CDs..NOT!
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There are rules when hunting...
Never underestimate the game you hunt...
Never kill for revenge, only for sport or survival...
Never kill the defenseless...
Never leave your kill behind...
Never, EVER hunt the females, you will not survive....
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"Wolvie, why did you drag me out here again," Jubilee asked in a whispered tone?
"Cause ya need to learn sumthin' utter den where duh fork goes on duh table at one'ah Emma's parties," he returned barely loud enough for her to her.
"An' B'sid, P'tite, you get to spen' a lil' time wit Remy, reason 'nuff non," Gambit's 'peanut gallery' comment gained him a threatening glare from Logan.
"Will the three of you pipedown, you're scaring away the deer," Cable had enough, this was a hunting trip for Petey sakes, not social hour. Jubilee had no business being out here with them. She was young. Mouthy. And uninterested in the hunt, besides.
"Okay, shutting up," she returned. Quietly, she sat on the ground and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them she buried her head and prayed she'd fall asleep. She didn't want to be here, Wolvie or no Wolvie. It was cold, wet, and she was surrounded by four of the most dangerous X-Men, ever. Bishop, Cable, Gambit and Wolverine. *How in the world did I get into this mess,* she pondered?
She'd gone hunting with Logan before, no biggie, only he used to make her stay at the cabin. She'd listen to her CDs, read a few comics, go online with the lap top and sleep, fun, but THIS out-in-the-woods-toting-a- gun stuff was new. Not that they trusted her with a gun, but you know.
A slight ruffling of leaves got her attention, *Finally, some action,* she looked up, careful not to make too much moise, she'd already scared off one bull elk. It was an hour before her 'friends' shut up about it.
The four camoflagued men began to fan out slowly, she stayed put next to the tree, and behind a fallen log. Logan sniffed the air, but the look on his face told her whatever it was out there wasn't a elk or a deer. He froze in place alerting the team that trouble might be coming, Jubilee remained still, waiting for him to give her orders. A glance back at her meant 'come here', a finger pointed in a certain direction meant 'go there' and a growl meant 'RUN FOR YOUR LIFE AND DON'T LOOK BACK!'
The leaves rustled again, Cable looked to the west, but still could see nothing. Telepathically, he told the group to go back to their tree, something was wrong, they were not alone.
Logan, defensively positioned himself in front of Jubilee and faced the west, someone was coming at them from 'nine o'clock'. Bishop pulled a small silver pin out of his rather large riffle, changing it from semi-auto to automatic mode. Something was really wrong. Even the normally happy-go-lucky Gambit was ready for battle, his Desert Eagle in one hand , an ace of spades in the other.
They encircled Jubilee, who herself was preparing for what was approaching, she knew better than to give away their location by powering up a 'bomb', but her hands were 'cocked and ready'. A cough in the distance broke the silence. Logan sniffed the air again, and looked at Cable, who relayed to the group that Logan could smell gunpowder and gun oil. There were two of them, a man and a woman.
Relaxing slightly, they were ready to believe that the intruders were a couple of hunters, but Logan refused to back down. Jubilee waited for a sign, finally Logan fell backwards on his butt resting his arms on his bent knees. "Damn it Dutch," he whispered. The group looked at him suspiciously.
Soon, a tall well built man in his early forties or late thirties emerged from the woods, armed to the teeth. Mini gun, two extra bullet packs for it, several hand guns in assorted places on his camoflagued body, the biggest hunting knife Jubilee had ever seen was strapped to his waist, and an unlite cigar dangling from his mouth. The Latina woman who accompanied him wasn't much better, dressed in her greens and toting heavy arms. The couple quietly moved into the small clearing and began to search the trees, as if looking for something.
Cable's face twisted as he picked up their fear and angst. Something was truly wrong.
*Cable, call him, just say Weapon X 11259, and give him our position,* Logan projected his request.
Cable complied, instantly the man in the clearing froze and peered over towards the tree and dying trunk the hunting party was hidden behind. He motioned to his comrad with a flick of the wrist, to follow. She did, but never took her eyes away from the treetops. Suddenly, she froze in place as her eyes fixed on something directly above the group.
"NO," Cable yelled feeling the woman's mood turn violent! Just as the man Logan had dubbed, Dutch, got within ten feet of them the woman openned fire. Dutch didn't hesitate in joining her. He wrestled the minigun into position and blasted away at the forest before him.
The group of X-Men fanned out, an ear peircing wail, reminisant of Banshee's yell, mixed with the sounds of gun fire. Jubilee ran close behind Logan and Gambit was right behind her. She continued to run as far and fast as she could until she felt something forcefully slap against her back. A warm liquid started running from the top of her head down into her face. She wipped it off, but as she pulled her hand away from her face, she could see crimsom red blood in her palm.
Turning, she could just make out what was left of Remy's handsome face as he fell to the ground in a bloody heap, she froze in place from shock. The left side of his head, face, shoulders and chest were gone, splattered against her back. There was no pool of blood forming as the fatal wound was seared by a tremendious heat. The smell of charred flesh assualted her nose.
A flash from above caught her eye, quickly she snapped her head towards the top of a tree only a few feet away. At first there was nothing, then she saw it... a ripple of light. Like the ripples on a placid lake after a rock was thrown in. Then it shifted and was gone.
In the distance, she could hear the gun shots dying back, until there was silence, not even a singing bird. Staggering over to her friend, Jubilee dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him as she began to cry. Her small tears mixed with his blood coloring her face. Remy LeBeau was very, very dead.
AUTHOR- candy aka candylynn
RATING- R (language, violence)
DISCLAIMER- I don't own ANY of the characters I used in this story
NOTES- Okay, after this I will quietly go back to my padded cell and listen to my Prince CDs..NOT!
***********
There are rules when hunting...
Never underestimate the game you hunt...
Never kill for revenge, only for sport or survival...
Never kill the defenseless...
Never leave your kill behind...
Never, EVER hunt the females, you will not survive....
***********
"Wolvie, why did you drag me out here again," Jubilee asked in a whispered tone?
"Cause ya need to learn sumthin' utter den where duh fork goes on duh table at one'ah Emma's parties," he returned barely loud enough for her to her.
"An' B'sid, P'tite, you get to spen' a lil' time wit Remy, reason 'nuff non," Gambit's 'peanut gallery' comment gained him a threatening glare from Logan.
"Will the three of you pipedown, you're scaring away the deer," Cable had enough, this was a hunting trip for Petey sakes, not social hour. Jubilee had no business being out here with them. She was young. Mouthy. And uninterested in the hunt, besides.
"Okay, shutting up," she returned. Quietly, she sat on the ground and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them she buried her head and prayed she'd fall asleep. She didn't want to be here, Wolvie or no Wolvie. It was cold, wet, and she was surrounded by four of the most dangerous X-Men, ever. Bishop, Cable, Gambit and Wolverine. *How in the world did I get into this mess,* she pondered?
She'd gone hunting with Logan before, no biggie, only he used to make her stay at the cabin. She'd listen to her CDs, read a few comics, go online with the lap top and sleep, fun, but THIS out-in-the-woods-toting-a- gun stuff was new. Not that they trusted her with a gun, but you know.
A slight ruffling of leaves got her attention, *Finally, some action,* she looked up, careful not to make too much moise, she'd already scared off one bull elk. It was an hour before her 'friends' shut up about it.
The four camoflagued men began to fan out slowly, she stayed put next to the tree, and behind a fallen log. Logan sniffed the air, but the look on his face told her whatever it was out there wasn't a elk or a deer. He froze in place alerting the team that trouble might be coming, Jubilee remained still, waiting for him to give her orders. A glance back at her meant 'come here', a finger pointed in a certain direction meant 'go there' and a growl meant 'RUN FOR YOUR LIFE AND DON'T LOOK BACK!'
The leaves rustled again, Cable looked to the west, but still could see nothing. Telepathically, he told the group to go back to their tree, something was wrong, they were not alone.
Logan, defensively positioned himself in front of Jubilee and faced the west, someone was coming at them from 'nine o'clock'. Bishop pulled a small silver pin out of his rather large riffle, changing it from semi-auto to automatic mode. Something was really wrong. Even the normally happy-go-lucky Gambit was ready for battle, his Desert Eagle in one hand , an ace of spades in the other.
They encircled Jubilee, who herself was preparing for what was approaching, she knew better than to give away their location by powering up a 'bomb', but her hands were 'cocked and ready'. A cough in the distance broke the silence. Logan sniffed the air again, and looked at Cable, who relayed to the group that Logan could smell gunpowder and gun oil. There were two of them, a man and a woman.
Relaxing slightly, they were ready to believe that the intruders were a couple of hunters, but Logan refused to back down. Jubilee waited for a sign, finally Logan fell backwards on his butt resting his arms on his bent knees. "Damn it Dutch," he whispered. The group looked at him suspiciously.
Soon, a tall well built man in his early forties or late thirties emerged from the woods, armed to the teeth. Mini gun, two extra bullet packs for it, several hand guns in assorted places on his camoflagued body, the biggest hunting knife Jubilee had ever seen was strapped to his waist, and an unlite cigar dangling from his mouth. The Latina woman who accompanied him wasn't much better, dressed in her greens and toting heavy arms. The couple quietly moved into the small clearing and began to search the trees, as if looking for something.
Cable's face twisted as he picked up their fear and angst. Something was truly wrong.
*Cable, call him, just say Weapon X 11259, and give him our position,* Logan projected his request.
Cable complied, instantly the man in the clearing froze and peered over towards the tree and dying trunk the hunting party was hidden behind. He motioned to his comrad with a flick of the wrist, to follow. She did, but never took her eyes away from the treetops. Suddenly, she froze in place as her eyes fixed on something directly above the group.
"NO," Cable yelled feeling the woman's mood turn violent! Just as the man Logan had dubbed, Dutch, got within ten feet of them the woman openned fire. Dutch didn't hesitate in joining her. He wrestled the minigun into position and blasted away at the forest before him.
The group of X-Men fanned out, an ear peircing wail, reminisant of Banshee's yell, mixed with the sounds of gun fire. Jubilee ran close behind Logan and Gambit was right behind her. She continued to run as far and fast as she could until she felt something forcefully slap against her back. A warm liquid started running from the top of her head down into her face. She wipped it off, but as she pulled her hand away from her face, she could see crimsom red blood in her palm.
Turning, she could just make out what was left of Remy's handsome face as he fell to the ground in a bloody heap, she froze in place from shock. The left side of his head, face, shoulders and chest were gone, splattered against her back. There was no pool of blood forming as the fatal wound was seared by a tremendious heat. The smell of charred flesh assualted her nose.
A flash from above caught her eye, quickly she snapped her head towards the top of a tree only a few feet away. At first there was nothing, then she saw it... a ripple of light. Like the ripples on a placid lake after a rock was thrown in. Then it shifted and was gone.
In the distance, she could hear the gun shots dying back, until there was silence, not even a singing bird. Staggering over to her friend, Jubilee dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him as she began to cry. Her small tears mixed with his blood coloring her face. Remy LeBeau was very, very dead.