Usual: Characters? NOT MINE. Money? NOT MAKING ANY. Warning- not happy thoughts. Dark, especially given the character. We all know she spent some time in a state care facility, but what really went on during that time? What is her reason for all the bitterness towards authority? All named characters belong to Marvel comics.

******how much time has passed******* (Incase you couldn't figure it out)

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Homeward Bound?

Prelude.

Jeanne M.





"Jubilee? Are you ready?" She looks over at me, hands flexing in excitement.

"Does a mallrat eat chilli fries? C'mon CynJen, let's do it."

*************three months*****************

"NononononononoNO! My parents aren't dead. You're kidding. Ha ha. Joke over. Wait, what do you mean 'Correctional Institute?' No, no!"

**************four weeks*****************

"Stop it! You can't do this!" My head is thrown up against the wall, and a shearing pain shoots behind my eyes. No no no no no no no no. He can't do this. He's not supposed to be doing this!

"Shut up ya stupid Chink. I can do what I want, comprende? No one's gonna believe a delinquent like you over a guard. Now shut up. Be a good girl, and this won't hurt. Much."

*************one week*******************

"See Jubes? You move the wire like this, then, presto! Open door!"

"Kicking." I lean in closer. "Show me again."

*************six months***************

"I want out. You can't keep me here. You have nothing on me."

"Miss Lee, incase you haven't noticed, your parents are dead. You have no money. You are a ward of the state. And the state says you are staying here indefinitely. As you say, you have no official criminal record, but I know your kind very well indeed. Listen to me you gangbanging slut, you are going to be taught a lesson that you'll never forget. Guard, please put her in solitary. For a week."

***************one week****************

"Hey." At that, she glances at me from her top bunk, and raises an eyebrow.

"Hey kid, still alive, huh? You look like shit. But that's not surprising considering what our friends Ugly & Leering have been bragging about what they did to you. Sick fuckers."

"You're telling me." Assholes. They'll get theirs.

"Sorry. Didn't mean it that way."

"I know. Listen, can you teach me more about locks? Ya know. Just incase."

***************two months**************

"This sucks. I hate you! All of you! You don't care what's best for me! Bullshit man, bullshit! I won't go to China, I won't! Just try it you fuckers, just try."

**************three days****************

"I'm leaving."

"They're shipping you out, huh? Bad shit."

"No, I'm leaving. Care to join me." It's not a question.

"Kid, are you nuts? They'll get you before you leave the ward!"

"Not if I take out the cameras and guards. With these." My hands light up our cell, I see her lean in.

"You're a mutant."

"Yup." Beat. "Gotta problem with that?"

"Nope. When do we leave?"

**************one day***************

Free. Free free free! I watch her slip off down an ally. We have to split up, they'll be looking for two girls. Goodbye. I turn, run. Run! And I don't stop. Ever.









End Prelude





Not my typical style, I know..... I'm very wary of writing almost all dialogue. Call it a mad whim. With more mad whims to come. Let me know what you think.

Jeanne M.

Sunstar80@hotmail.com