Innocent
Disclaimer: I don't own Jubilee or any of the other X-men. The song isn't
mine. It's Innocent by Fuel. A totally awesome song that describes me to
a tee so I decided to use it. This is the Last last last of my Sometimes
Series. I might do a few interludes. Not sure yet. Enjoy.
Satan, you know where I lie Gently I go into that good night
Shining in the moonlight the blade twirled in her hand. It was over. Wolvie, no Logan, had broken things off. Leaving her behind for the gorgeous redhead he had recently married. Sighing she spun the blade again before stabbing it into the floor.
All our lives get complicated Search for pleasures overrated Never armed our souls For what the future would hold When we were innocent
Is it worth it? To end this miserable life and not have to see them smiling at each other, holding one another. Yes, it was. Jubilee stood and walked over to her desk. Words came pouring forth from her hands onto the paper in front of her. A story of sorts about everything that happened since she came back and Scott died.
Angels lend me your might Forfeit all my lives to get just one right
Gambit, I should have listened to you. You were right, and please forgive me for not seeing you in the right way sooner. I am so Sorry. Wolvie, I still love you with all my heart. Foolishly at that. Jean, don't loose him. Hold on to him; don't ever let him get away from you again. Everyone else, you were..No are..My family. I will never forget you no matter where I end up. Love, Jubilation Lee
All those colors long since faded All our smiles all confiscated Never were we told We'd be bought and sold When we were innocent
A few tears slip down and stain the top sheet of paper. Sighing Jubilee gets up and jerks the knife out of the floor. A good one, a specially made dagger from Wolvie two Christmas's ago. "Wolvie.." she whispers as she drags the blade lengthwise across her forearm. Repeating the action on the other arm she sighs out Gambits name. The blood drips down to cover her clothes and the floor faster than she thought it would. Leaning back against her bed she let her eyes slowly slip closed, and a faint beautiful smile graces her face as her life finally leaves.
This prayer is for me tonight This far down that line and still ain't got it right
Screaming from down the hall jerked them both out of sleep. Gambit and Wolverine ran towards Jubilee's room with barely a glance at each other. Rogue stood in the doorway with her arms wrapped around Beast's waist crying. Husk continued to let out scream after scream while Monet stared in shock. Angelo let his skin droop and fold over him trying to guard himself from what his eyes couldn't deny.
Skidding to a stop, neither of them knew exactly which hit them first, the smell or the sorrow emanating from the room. Jean was sitting at Jubilee's desk reading some papers. Storm, gazing over her shoulder, paused merely to glare at Logan before turning back to them. And Jubilee, she was in the same position she had died in. The smile never having left her face. Choking down a sob Gambit pushed his way into the room, and over to her. Crouching down and pulling her body into his arms he let out a cry of rage before breaking down and weeping.
And while confessions not yet stated Our next sin is contemplated
"How could you, Logan?" Jean asked her eyes bright with unshed tears. Storm said nothing, merely moved over to Gambit and held him as he cried. "How could I what?" he asked her gruffly. " Oh Logan. She wrote down everything. Every moment with you." Storm told him watching as his eyes widened slightly. "Jean, I'm sorry." "It's not me you should apologize to Logan. She's gone now." Jean replied her voice cracking as the tears were released.
Never did we know What the future would hold Or that we'd be bought and sold We were innocent
Satan, you know where I lie Gently I go into that good night
Shining in the moonlight the blade twirled in her hand. It was over. Wolvie, no Logan, had broken things off. Leaving her behind for the gorgeous redhead he had recently married. Sighing she spun the blade again before stabbing it into the floor.
All our lives get complicated Search for pleasures overrated Never armed our souls For what the future would hold When we were innocent
Is it worth it? To end this miserable life and not have to see them smiling at each other, holding one another. Yes, it was. Jubilee stood and walked over to her desk. Words came pouring forth from her hands onto the paper in front of her. A story of sorts about everything that happened since she came back and Scott died.
Angels lend me your might Forfeit all my lives to get just one right
Gambit, I should have listened to you. You were right, and please forgive me for not seeing you in the right way sooner. I am so Sorry. Wolvie, I still love you with all my heart. Foolishly at that. Jean, don't loose him. Hold on to him; don't ever let him get away from you again. Everyone else, you were..No are..My family. I will never forget you no matter where I end up. Love, Jubilation Lee
All those colors long since faded All our smiles all confiscated Never were we told We'd be bought and sold When we were innocent
A few tears slip down and stain the top sheet of paper. Sighing Jubilee gets up and jerks the knife out of the floor. A good one, a specially made dagger from Wolvie two Christmas's ago. "Wolvie.." she whispers as she drags the blade lengthwise across her forearm. Repeating the action on the other arm she sighs out Gambits name. The blood drips down to cover her clothes and the floor faster than she thought it would. Leaning back against her bed she let her eyes slowly slip closed, and a faint beautiful smile graces her face as her life finally leaves.
This prayer is for me tonight This far down that line and still ain't got it right
Screaming from down the hall jerked them both out of sleep. Gambit and Wolverine ran towards Jubilee's room with barely a glance at each other. Rogue stood in the doorway with her arms wrapped around Beast's waist crying. Husk continued to let out scream after scream while Monet stared in shock. Angelo let his skin droop and fold over him trying to guard himself from what his eyes couldn't deny.
Skidding to a stop, neither of them knew exactly which hit them first, the smell or the sorrow emanating from the room. Jean was sitting at Jubilee's desk reading some papers. Storm, gazing over her shoulder, paused merely to glare at Logan before turning back to them. And Jubilee, she was in the same position she had died in. The smile never having left her face. Choking down a sob Gambit pushed his way into the room, and over to her. Crouching down and pulling her body into his arms he let out a cry of rage before breaking down and weeping.
And while confessions not yet stated Our next sin is contemplated
"How could you, Logan?" Jean asked her eyes bright with unshed tears. Storm said nothing, merely moved over to Gambit and held him as he cried. "How could I what?" he asked her gruffly. " Oh Logan. She wrote down everything. Every moment with you." Storm told him watching as his eyes widened slightly. "Jean, I'm sorry." "It's not me you should apologize to Logan. She's gone now." Jean replied her voice cracking as the tears were released.
Never did we know What the future would hold Or that we'd be bought and sold We were innocent