TITLE- Never The Females, part 2
AUTHOR- candy aka candylynn
RATING-R
DISCLAIMER- I don't own any of the characters I am using in this story.
NOTES- Have you figured out who the killer is yet?
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The rules of the hunt do not apply to me any more....For I am a GOD.
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In a flash she was being ripped off her fallen comrade and tossed over a strong shoulder. She reached out a slinder bloody hand back towards Remy's body that was going smaller and smaller as they moved away from him. "He's gone," Bishop grunted to her as he hauled ass through the thick shrubs and undergrowth of the forest.
Her eyes rolled to the sky as another flash of green light caught her attention. In the position she was in she could make out three small red lights on the back of Bishop's head. Targeting lights. She sneered at the thought, her out reached hand that had wanted to once again hold Remy balled into a tight fist. She pounded Bishop on the back of his neck, right in his spine. Disoriented, he tripped on an exposed root and fell to the ground just as two hot laser pulses sailed over him burning the tree that the root belonged to.
Jubilee got to her feet, she could see it. Why, she could see the rippling air when the others seemed unable to was a mystery to her but at this point it didn't matter. She spun around, pulled her arms back and then thrusted them forward launching the most destructive plasma bomb her young body had ever formed.
The bomb hit the rippling field of air causing the phantom attacker to sail forty feet into the air then disappear from her field of vision. She could still her it's painful wail echoing through the forest as she returned to Bishop. Quickly, she ran her hand over his bold head, checking for injuries. He turned to face her, not knowing what caused her to do what she did, but he was sure she had saved his life.
Dutch and his associate ran up behind Jubilee and Bishop, only stopping for an instant to toss them a 'follow us' glance. Powered by adrenaline and fear, Jubilee yanked Bishop to his feet and followed behind the gun toting couple and the rest of the hunting party.
It wasn't until Logan snatched her by the back of her multi-green colored jacket that she even considered to stop her retreat. "Darlin'," he pulled her into a tight embrace, crushing her body against his, more than relieved that she was okay. At first she tried to wiggle free, runaway. As he gently stroked her back she calmed down enough to realize it was him; still her eyes never left the tree tops.
"People," Cable grunted as he rejoined the group, the last one to arrive in the small valley. Dutch looked to his partner, Anna and cringed when he saw her expression. He was sure she'd seen something. She pulled her automatic weapon into position to open fire again, but her movements were slow.
"What the hell is..."Logan began, but Jubilee's small hand pressed against his mouth silencing him? He looked at her eyes, beautiful blue orbs that were intensely focused on something in the trees. Same as Dutch's friend. Logan looked to Dutch with a questioning expression, Dutch did not respond to it, he was too busy reloading the minigun.
A gentle breeze washed over them and the spot where Anna and Jubilee had been watch did not ripple. The woman sighed softly in unison and relaxed, slightly.
"Dutch, E.T.A. to Clover," Anna asked Dutch? Her central accent affirming Logan initial identification of her as Latina.
"Fifteen," was all he grunted before chomping down on his stogie.
"Dutch spill," Logan ordered. Cable and Bishop turned to face the clearly agitated man awaiting a response. Jubilee only looked at Anna, then returned to watching the tree tops.
"Logan what da hell are doing here," he asked, still loading the gun?
"Huntin', you," Logan returned.
"Bein' hunted," Dutch's voice held a tone of surreal pain, like a man in the middle of a war during a heated battle. "You people picked the wrong forest." Dutch's eyes were wild with bloodlust and battle fatigue.
"Spill," Logan again ordered.
"Later, stay low, watch the trees and trust your gut when it tells you to run," was all Dutch would say. Anna motioned her head for them to leave. The four X-Men looked at one another and followed behind. At first the men encircled Jubilee, but Anna tugged out of the protective bubble and thrusted her head upwards, in a way, telling her to watch the trees.
Logan was none to pleased, but Jubilee would not return to his side. She moved quickly and with more silence than any of her friends ever thought she could manage.
Within fifteen minutes, they came upon a small building in the middle of a tight cluster of trees and brush. The door was open and there was absolutely no sound. No birds, no wind, nothing.
"Too late," he asked Anna? She nodded. Suddenly, Jubilee inhaled deeply and pulled at Logan's arm as she started to run towards the door. Anna noted the teenagers mood shift, a few droplets of bright green liquid splattered into a forming pool on the ground a few feet away from them. The sound of a flash caught her attention. She didn't even bother to look up, she already knew.
Jubilee pushed passed them all, yanking the door back she pulled Logan into a dark hallway and continued to run. A hot laser pulse just missed Bishop head, the hiss of the shot burning the back of door alerted the others it was time to follow Logan and Jubilee.
Anna waited for them all to enter, then locked the door behind her. Sure the door was secured, she raced down the dark hall. Ahead of her was a glowing light, and the sounds of panting tired people collected together. As she neared, Anna could see Jubilee standing with a glowing pink ball of plasma in her hand.
"You are a mutant," she gruffed before coming to a complete stop. Jubilee absent mindedly shook her head yes. "Then you all are," Anna asked the group? All but Dutch nodded yes. She sighed in disgust and assumed a squatting position, with her riffle at the ready. "We are all going to die, this one won't let any of us go," her defeated tone and mannerisms worked on the one nerve Logan had left.
"Dutch, spill now or I spill ya guts," Logan demanded. SNIKT!!! The unsheathing of his claws, proof that he could backup the threat.
"You came huntin', well now you're being...," Dutch's cryptic comment was cut short as something cold and wet dripped on his head. Jubilee gasped as she saw his sandy brown hair slowly turn red. The light in her hand grew brighter.
Now, to their horror, the group could clearly see their surroundings from floor to ceiling. The ceiling being the interesting place. 'Nailed' to the ceiling where the skinned bodies of eighteen soldiers, hanging upside down like morbid bloody bats. Intestines and other organs clearly visible resting inside their exposed body cavities. Their heads and spines had been removed with surgical precision. Dogtags and the fabric from their uniforms laid in bloody discarded piles on the floor.
AUTHOR- candy aka candylynn
RATING-R
DISCLAIMER- I don't own any of the characters I am using in this story.
NOTES- Have you figured out who the killer is yet?
************
The rules of the hunt do not apply to me any more....For I am a GOD.
************
In a flash she was being ripped off her fallen comrade and tossed over a strong shoulder. She reached out a slinder bloody hand back towards Remy's body that was going smaller and smaller as they moved away from him. "He's gone," Bishop grunted to her as he hauled ass through the thick shrubs and undergrowth of the forest.
Her eyes rolled to the sky as another flash of green light caught her attention. In the position she was in she could make out three small red lights on the back of Bishop's head. Targeting lights. She sneered at the thought, her out reached hand that had wanted to once again hold Remy balled into a tight fist. She pounded Bishop on the back of his neck, right in his spine. Disoriented, he tripped on an exposed root and fell to the ground just as two hot laser pulses sailed over him burning the tree that the root belonged to.
Jubilee got to her feet, she could see it. Why, she could see the rippling air when the others seemed unable to was a mystery to her but at this point it didn't matter. She spun around, pulled her arms back and then thrusted them forward launching the most destructive plasma bomb her young body had ever formed.
The bomb hit the rippling field of air causing the phantom attacker to sail forty feet into the air then disappear from her field of vision. She could still her it's painful wail echoing through the forest as she returned to Bishop. Quickly, she ran her hand over his bold head, checking for injuries. He turned to face her, not knowing what caused her to do what she did, but he was sure she had saved his life.
Dutch and his associate ran up behind Jubilee and Bishop, only stopping for an instant to toss them a 'follow us' glance. Powered by adrenaline and fear, Jubilee yanked Bishop to his feet and followed behind the gun toting couple and the rest of the hunting party.
It wasn't until Logan snatched her by the back of her multi-green colored jacket that she even considered to stop her retreat. "Darlin'," he pulled her into a tight embrace, crushing her body against his, more than relieved that she was okay. At first she tried to wiggle free, runaway. As he gently stroked her back she calmed down enough to realize it was him; still her eyes never left the tree tops.
"People," Cable grunted as he rejoined the group, the last one to arrive in the small valley. Dutch looked to his partner, Anna and cringed when he saw her expression. He was sure she'd seen something. She pulled her automatic weapon into position to open fire again, but her movements were slow.
"What the hell is..."Logan began, but Jubilee's small hand pressed against his mouth silencing him? He looked at her eyes, beautiful blue orbs that were intensely focused on something in the trees. Same as Dutch's friend. Logan looked to Dutch with a questioning expression, Dutch did not respond to it, he was too busy reloading the minigun.
A gentle breeze washed over them and the spot where Anna and Jubilee had been watch did not ripple. The woman sighed softly in unison and relaxed, slightly.
"Dutch, E.T.A. to Clover," Anna asked Dutch? Her central accent affirming Logan initial identification of her as Latina.
"Fifteen," was all he grunted before chomping down on his stogie.
"Dutch spill," Logan ordered. Cable and Bishop turned to face the clearly agitated man awaiting a response. Jubilee only looked at Anna, then returned to watching the tree tops.
"Logan what da hell are doing here," he asked, still loading the gun?
"Huntin', you," Logan returned.
"Bein' hunted," Dutch's voice held a tone of surreal pain, like a man in the middle of a war during a heated battle. "You people picked the wrong forest." Dutch's eyes were wild with bloodlust and battle fatigue.
"Spill," Logan again ordered.
"Later, stay low, watch the trees and trust your gut when it tells you to run," was all Dutch would say. Anna motioned her head for them to leave. The four X-Men looked at one another and followed behind. At first the men encircled Jubilee, but Anna tugged out of the protective bubble and thrusted her head upwards, in a way, telling her to watch the trees.
Logan was none to pleased, but Jubilee would not return to his side. She moved quickly and with more silence than any of her friends ever thought she could manage.
Within fifteen minutes, they came upon a small building in the middle of a tight cluster of trees and brush. The door was open and there was absolutely no sound. No birds, no wind, nothing.
"Too late," he asked Anna? She nodded. Suddenly, Jubilee inhaled deeply and pulled at Logan's arm as she started to run towards the door. Anna noted the teenagers mood shift, a few droplets of bright green liquid splattered into a forming pool on the ground a few feet away from them. The sound of a flash caught her attention. She didn't even bother to look up, she already knew.
Jubilee pushed passed them all, yanking the door back she pulled Logan into a dark hallway and continued to run. A hot laser pulse just missed Bishop head, the hiss of the shot burning the back of door alerted the others it was time to follow Logan and Jubilee.
Anna waited for them all to enter, then locked the door behind her. Sure the door was secured, she raced down the dark hall. Ahead of her was a glowing light, and the sounds of panting tired people collected together. As she neared, Anna could see Jubilee standing with a glowing pink ball of plasma in her hand.
"You are a mutant," she gruffed before coming to a complete stop. Jubilee absent mindedly shook her head yes. "Then you all are," Anna asked the group? All but Dutch nodded yes. She sighed in disgust and assumed a squatting position, with her riffle at the ready. "We are all going to die, this one won't let any of us go," her defeated tone and mannerisms worked on the one nerve Logan had left.
"Dutch, spill now or I spill ya guts," Logan demanded. SNIKT!!! The unsheathing of his claws, proof that he could backup the threat.
"You came huntin', well now you're being...," Dutch's cryptic comment was cut short as something cold and wet dripped on his head. Jubilee gasped as she saw his sandy brown hair slowly turn red. The light in her hand grew brighter.
Now, to their horror, the group could clearly see their surroundings from floor to ceiling. The ceiling being the interesting place. 'Nailed' to the ceiling where the skinned bodies of eighteen soldiers, hanging upside down like morbid bloody bats. Intestines and other organs clearly visible resting inside their exposed body cavities. Their heads and spines had been removed with surgical precision. Dogtags and the fabric from their uniforms laid in bloody discarded piles on the floor.