Chapter 3
This was not happening. How could she have been so careless? Jubilee should have had known better than to go through the alleyway. But at the time, everything had seemed so right.
Jubilee backed away from the menacing form, knowing full well that there was nowhere to run. She was a cornered bird waiting to be plucked and devoured.
As she felt the cold bricks press up against her back, she knew there was only one option. Jubilee sprinted toward Creed as fast as she could, blasting him in the face with her plasma bursts at full force.
That gave Jubilee enough time to deliver a well-placed upper cut into his groin. As Sabertooth bellowed over, grabbing his most prized possessions, Jubilee somersaulted over his hunched form to make a run for it out of the alleyway.
Just when she thought she was free, she felt a pair of massive hands wrapping around her shoulder length hair, hurling her to the filthy alley floor like a rag doll. The force of the impact sent waves of pain throughout her petite body.
Jubilee fumbled through her purse, frantically searching for the homing device that Logan had given her. But Creed was too quick for her. She was lifted by his clawed hands and slammed, face first, violently against the brick siding of the alley. The contents of her purse scattered all over the ground.
"I still haven't heard you scream, frail," hissed Creed against the back of her neck.
"In yer dreams, dweeb!" spat Jubilee, blood trickling from her nose.
"We'll see about that," said Creed as he flung Jubilee effortlessly toward the back of the alley.
Her knee caught the corner of a dumpster and felt it dislocate immediately. She howled in agony as she cradled her injury. Any chance of making a bold escape was now gone.
"You said you wouldn't hurt her!" cried Matt.
"What's it to you, Boy! You got yer payment! Now go!" shouted Creed.
As Creed continued to beat Jubilee, Matt tried to pull the beast off her. That only enraged Creed even further, if that was possible.
"Big mistake, Boy!" growled Creed.
This was the chance Jubilee needed. She crawled over to where the contents of her purse had fallen and searched for Logan's signal again. She finally saw it underneath the dumpster and managed to activate the device.
Jubilee was able to prop herself against the dumpster, just in time to witness Creed slashing Matt across the neck with his razor sharp claws. Matt instantly fell to the ground in a heap, motionless, with pools of blood forming around his body.
"No!" she screamed.
Creed turned around to face her. She could see the sinister smile on his face and the claws scratching against the wall, making their way toward her.
"You're going to regret this, you asshole!" Jubilee screamed angrily.
She tried to sound menacing, but Creed could smell the fear on her, which only turned him on even further.
"If yer talking about the runt, I'm looking forward to it," said Creed. "But until then, I'm gonna have me some fun!"
Jubilee felt herself being hoisted up again. Driven against the brick wall. She felt Creed's imposing figure pressed against her body. Jubilee kicked at him with her good knee, but it was useless.
"Is this how you impress a lady, you ass?" spat Jubilee.
Creed responded by striking her across the face, leaving two gashes that were starting to drip blood.
Jubilee felt Creed's tongue licking at her freshly made wound. She heard his pleasure as he growled deeply into her ear.
At once, his mouth had slammed onto hers, sealing off any scream she had. She tasted her own blood in his mouth. Jubilee bit into his lips as hard as she could. Now she tasted Creeds own blood and spat it into his face. She would never give in. She would never let this monster have her. She placed both hands firmly against Sabertooth's chest and emitted a plasma burst so powerful, it propelled him the full length of the alleyway.
Jubilee's knee crumpled beneath her as she tumbled onto the ground. Like a wounded animal, struggling to survive, she crawled towards the front of the alley, knowing full well that it would only be a matter of moments before Creed would recover.
She could see the light from the street lamps in the distance. Almost there.
SLASH!
Jubilee felt the impact of Creed's claws as he slashed deeply across her back.
"Now you've gone and pissed me off, girl!" roared Creed, as he dragged her back into the alley.
Jubilee cried as he pulled her ruthlessly by her injured knee.
"You think I'm gonna let you off easy now?" his voice taunting her as she was thrown into the corner of the alley. She could still see the glowing handprints she had left on his chest.
"Kiss my ass, Fuzzball!" shouted Jubilee defiantly.
Creed began to slash at her mercilessly until there were no more screams left. Jubilee's once beautiful blouse was now shredded and blood stained beyond recognition. Her body convulsed from his brutal attack until she retched from the pain. There was no fight left in her.
Creed had pinned her hands above her head in a vice-like grip while his right claw slashed at her blood stained blouse, revealing the soft, bloodied flesh beneath it.
She felt his touch all over her body. Touching her with his vile hands. Her body shook as Creed tore the remaining clothing from her broken body
Her mind cried 'No!' as she heard the sound of Creed unfastening his pants.
"This is not happening!" she kept repeating to herself. "Get off me, you bastard!" But no words would come out, but her whimpers of fear.
Jubilee was bare with nothing in the way of her being consumed by this animal. At once, she was spread and penetrated ruthlessly. She felt something rupture inside of her. The pain she felt was unlike anything she had ever known. Creed drove into her violently, into the deepest recess of her soul, filling her with his hatred of her and Wolverine No one would save her this time. Jubilee was completely and utterly alone Her terrible cries echoed down the alley, but no one was coming. The fear and pain Jubilee was feeling was like an aphrodisiac for Creed, as he moved in a frenzied motion, ripping her deeper with his brutal assault. She cried with every painful thrust, until there was nothing left, but an empty shell of what she once was.
"Damn, Frail. I always thought you'd be a screamer!" groaned Creed.
