Jubilee's spine snapped. The sound of a wishbone amplified in human increment, a singular crunch and then nothingness. Kitty cried out, no training had her prepared her for this. Jubilee's body fell, kicking up dust on impact, black hair fluttering to still around her shoulders.
"No-"
Pietro doubled back, aiming for Kitty, Jubilee's blood on his proverbial hands. She was ready, phasing and then landing a blow to the backs of his legs, stopping him long enough to break his nose and blacken his eye.
He spat a tooth onto the floor at their feet, "Bitch."
Kitty wasn't nearly done, moving closer, ready to attack, but he was quicker, propelling himself at breakneck speed away and out of the room. Kitty shouted expletives, furious, heart broken, on her knees at Jubilee's hip.
A shadow filled the doorway Pietro had jetted through. She looked up, Victor Creed, as damning as a bad dream, stood in Pietro's place. Kitty's eyes narrowed, sparking with tears. Her uniform had ripped at the shoulder, exposing downy skin, the cut of one collar bone.
She regarded him through wet lashes, "What the hell are you doing here."
He ignored her, advancing. Kitty lunged, catching him around the waist, toppling them both to the ground. She phased before he could grab her, rolling aside, landing a series of blows along his ribs. He growled, more annoyed than hurt, "Knock it off."
She struck him again, his hand came down hard around her wrist, she phased, an unfamiliar frisson shot down her spine. His fingers remained, iron clad around her. She phased again, the electric current rerouting, panic bubbled up.
"Let go of me."
Victor complied, fingers uncurling to reveal a slim silver cuff.
His smirk turned her panic to fear, "What is this."
He didn't reply, picking up her other arm. Kitty attacked, headbutting him, slamming her free elbow into his groin. Victor's grip on her arm only increased, bordering on bone crushing.
"I told you to knock it off," he growled, jerking her closer so he could glare down his nose at her.
"Why can't I phase."
"You're smart enough to figure it out," he replied, starting towards the rear of the building, Kitty in tow. Jubilee left behind, alone on the dirtied floor. Kitty twisted, "Let go of me."
"Can't," Victor said, without breaking stride. "You've got something that belongs to me."
"What are you talking about-"
He stopped short and she bumped his shoulder. Before she could replace the space between them he picked up her cuffed wrist, holding it high enough to catch the overhead lights.
"Take it back," she snapped.
He shook his head.
"Why can't I phase," she repeated.
"I'll remove it once we're through."
Kitty's eyes narrowed, repeating, "Once we're through?"
"I need your help."
She jerked backwards, brought up short by his grip on her arm, "And if I refuse?"
"A little late for that," Victor replied, dropping her cuffed wrist to lead her farther away from Jubilee. Kitty gave his forearm a crunching chop, ducking away from his opposite hand. Victor prowled after her, fingers finding a hank of pony tail and dragging her back.
Before Kitty could land another hit he deposited her roughly over his right shoulder. When her knee dug into his lungs, fists raining up and down his back, incessant, demanding to be put down his claws pricked along the backs of her legs, "For every punch you land back there, I'll take you over my knee for just as many strokes."
Kitty started screaming, knowing Logan wouldn't be far.
Victor hauled her off his shoulder and against him, his forearm crushing her ribs as his opposite hand clapped over her mouth. She sank her teeth into the meet of his palm, drawing blood and a hissing curse.
"Have it your way, little kitten."
He released her long enough to knock her out and upend her over his shoulder.