The cold metal of the barrel caressed her check as she rubbed it up and down. Sighing she brought the gun down and checked the chamber. It was an older fashioned gun, one that had the bullets spin. Snapping open the chamber she saw the lone bullet. For the past three weeks all she had been thinking about was stopping the pain. Letting the pain go.
Something whispered in her mind that this wasn't the way. Wasn't she the firecracker, the fighter? "Yeah, right." She said quietly to herself. "They always expect me to be bright and cheerful. If I have one scowl on my face they question it. If Wolvie had a scowl on his face no one would think anything about it. Why cant they just leave me alone."
She snapped the chamber shut. Taking the gun to her face once again she pulled back the trigger. Closing her eyes she pulled the trigger. A click was all she got from her troubles. "Damn and today I thought that this would be it." She quickly put the gun away in a metal box thinking that no one would trouble it and went down stairs.
As soon as she walked into the room, Logan could smell gun oil on his Jubilee but when he went to question her about it she just shrugged and asked him where he got his crazy ideas. Still he wasn't convinced. "Jubes, what's going on?"
She smiled bright and quick, "Ok, if you really want to know the truth. I bought some gun oil to pull a prank on Scott. It hasn't happened yet and I didn't want to tell you for fear of you telling him."
"Darlin', you should have known better. Any time you pull a prank on One Eye you can tell me." Seeing her dressed completely in black made him frown. This was the fourth week strait that she had been dressing completely in black. It just wasn't healthy. As he was about to mention the fact to her Remy walked in.
"Petite, where you off to?" Seeing her about to walk out the front.
"Oh to a little place, just right off the horizon." She said sarcastically.
"That not funny."
"Look I am 22 years old now. I'm not answerable to everyone's question where I'm at or will be going." With a dark look to the two men she went outside before she saw the look pass between Logan and Remy.
With a shrug Remy sat down across from Logan. "Someone has got to talk to dat girl. Something's not right, Gambit knows."
Shrugging Logan just picked up the paper.
With the wind blowing through her shoulder length hair she felt almost normal as she rode on the ninja motorcycle that Logan had given her for her 21-birthday. Looking at her watch she notice that if she did not hurry she was going to be late for her appointment.
It was until after nine that Jubilee walked into the mansion. As she passed into the living room she saw Logan. She didn't feel like talking to him or anyone for that matter. Forgetting that he had super sensitive ears she tried to sneak past him.
"That wont work Jubes. You should know better than anyone else that sneaking past me doesn't work. Come in here we need to talk."
"Damn it Logan, I want to go to bed." She snapped at him.
"This will only take a few short minuets."
"Fine, I will be watching the clock." She went into the room and sat down in the seat that Remy had occupied earlier that day.
"I wont beat around the bush but tell you straight away. Everyone is worried about you. Your loosing weight, wearing black, and have been in a black mood."
Quickly she tried to think of a reply that would satisfy him, but could not find away. Instead she just hung her head.
"Jean thinks that you are bulimic. Are you?"
If only it were that, she thought to herself. "No, I'm just tired and haven't had time to do laundry."
Looking into her bright blue eyes he could tell that wasn't it. But he could also see that he was not going to be getting any more information out of her that night. "You have a g'nite, darlin'."
"Night wolvie." At the bottom of the stairs she turned and looked at him. Thinking that this could be her last night of seeing him. She ran up the stairs and into her room. There she pulled out the gun. Tired of playing she loaded the chamber hoping to fill it not noticing in her state of mind that she didn't fill one chamber. Quickly she spun the chamber and snapped it shut.
Downstairs the sharp smell of the gun oil filled his nostrils once more. Knowing that Jubilee wasn't in any mind to play a prank he ran up to her room. The closer he got the stronger the smell was. Her door was just up ahead. He barged into her room just as she put the gun to her head.
"Jubilee don't!" He yelled just as she pulled the trigger.
An audible click could be heard through the room. Nothing
happend. Jubilee stared in horror at
Logan. No one was supposed to know. It was supposed to be her secrect. "Why Jubilee?"
She just looked
at him with a blank face in shock. Still wondering why the gun had not gone off. Then she felt anger. Not
even death would let her have the easy way out.
"Jubilee?" He walked over to her and took the gun out
of her numbed hands and then gently grabbed her chin in his right hand. "Look at me. Why did you do this.
She broke down
crying hystaically. "Im sorry. I really didnt mean for you to see
this. Im so sorry."
"Why
Jubilee." He picked her up and tenderly
took her over to her bed. Sat down with
her and held her as she cried.
"About four weeks
to the day I was having stomach problems. I didnt think much of it so I left it be, till it got so painful that I
went to see a doctor." She paused for a
couple of minuets hicuping. "They found cancer cells."
Silence filled the room.