Caution: I don't own this nor much of anything else and as usual, the only money I make comes from making pizza or tacos and cleaning up after immature wankers.
Machinations of A Hunter Cat.
I don't know what brought him back, nor why he turned back to his old ways again. Perhaps he was just toying with us, stringing us along to get us where he wanted us. Maybe he just got tired of playing. Psylocke, Betsy, never wanted him here, after he gutted her the way he did, there was blood dripping from the walls as well as his hooked little claws.
My name is Jubilation Lee, and I'm going to die. This all started yesterday, I don't know when, I wasn't here, but I'll never forget seeing Emma's body across the banister. She was completely eviscerated, completely. The blood from the gaping wound on what was her neck had sprayed the walls and as she died, dribbled down her upside down face and dried in brown streaks. Her eyes were dim and cloudy, and her blood had stained her hair before congealing in a pool below her head. Red was not her colour.
As I walked through the old mansion, there was the faint smell of an old fashioned cigar permeating the air, as well as the corpses of a dozen students littering the kitchen alone. The crunching of spilt corn chips resounded off the walls with my every step. Then, out the back door, there was Scott, at least I think it was Scott, it's hard to be sure with his whole face torn off. It was on the ground in a lump with his visor about three feet way, but like I said, it was hard to tell.
"I'm using my pyrotechnics to light my way through the sub basement, I've got to contact somebody here. Anybody. I can see that he's been here, with the bloody hand -prints and everything smashed to pieces. I swear I can hear him purring. I used to have nightmares about this, when I was younger, But Jean isn't here to calm me down. She's in Bermuda on her honeymoon.
I start thinking that if Logan were here, this wouldn't be happening. I wouldn't be crouching past Beast's tattered body, Hank wouldn't be ripped from limb to limb.
Earlier, I remember passing Bobby, half frozen in the pool, and I say half because his top half was there, the other half is here, along with one hand clutching a National Geographic. It's almost funny, being an issue on prehistoric animals. They were all caught off guard, but how did one man do this?
I get an answer almost immediately, There is a dead Reaver on the floor, Half human, have machine. Beast must have got him before somebody got him. The purring, nearly a guttural growl grows stronger, he must know I'm here, that he left one of us alive and he's come to fix it.
"I know you're here." He calls out. "I can smell you half-pint."
I try to make as little noise as possible as I step over Warren's dismembered wings, and trip, finding myself looking into his cold, lifeless blue eye. I didn't find his head.
Then he's on me. I flair off my fireworks and blind him momentarily and I run, but not far before he gets hold of my hair and kisses me deeply before raising his claws to strike. I brace myself for the blow, the blood and the pain, but it never comes. He's being held telekinetically in place. Someone did contact the honeymooning couple and the next thing I know, Logan's claws are out and Victor, the man who had terrorized my dreams, is bleeding in my face.
She cannot control Victors mind, no one can, but she does use his own claws against him and cuts him deeply in places no man would want defiled. Logan tells me to run, but I can't, I just collapse into his arms crying. I look up to see Rogue flying in too, Using her powers to suck the strength out of Victor as he's hauled to the containment units, where Gambit had put the remaining students to keep them safe. The force fields would keep out anything, unfortunately, Gambit himself didn't make it unscathed, he lost his leg to a Reaver, getting the children in safe.
Jean and Rogue had reaped the Reavers, their parts littering the once serene gardens, Logan just held me and let me cry and just the fact that Victor's still alive means this could all happen again. I wish they'd kill him.