A/N: Okay, I had this posted last night, but decided to pull it. I wanted to make a lot of changes to it. So if you have seen it... don't close this yet, look again! The story is different...
The X-men don't belong to me...
Chapter One
She liked the rain she really did like it. But only when she was inside, and for this instance,
she was not inside. It did not feel very nice on her skin; and that's why she was running. Her
dock martens were soaked through and through, her navy blue knee socks in the same condition.
The worst part of it all was her homework. What if her backpack was too thin and the rain got
inside? What would she tell the sisters?
Turning the corner made her exactly ten feet away from her home. Every car her family owned
was there, so why hadn't anyone picked her up? Oh, the things she would say to her mother.
Is there someway I can make her feel really guilty? Naw, she just better be in the house when I
get there!' Smiling, she started to quicken her pace to the front door. But the door was already
ajar. Something was up
Daaad, she called, loud and clear. But no one answered. It was odd, too odd. She
flipped off her school shoes by the door, swallowing the fear in her throat down at the same time.
Something was up
Warily, her soaked socks took her forward to her living room. Each step was taking her longer
and longer, her feet unconsciously going as slow as possible. It was killing her. Finally, she
reached what she knew all along. The terrible thing the thing that she felt in her heart the
minute she walked through the open door. Something wasn't just up, something was terribly
wrong.
There was a person on the floor, regular height, and small build. Bright blue eyes were open and
highlighted her pallid skin. Pallid? PALE?!
Her mother was dead; her breathing was nonexistent, not there. Mrs. Lee's color was non-
existent; she was barely there. There was blood seeping onto the carpet right before the young
girl's eye.
It caught Jubilation Lee's eye.
All the blood, all the horribleness of it all zoomed into her head. She couldn't look too long at
the bloody body. It was too much to take in at one time. So she ran to the kitchen, but that
wasn't a pleasant picture either.
The coldness of the room enveloped her into its grasp; she left wetness behind as her feet
clumsily walked on. Jubilee's vision blurred with tears as she saw her beloved father on the
ground.
Mr. Lee was sprawled out on his stomach with five claw marks in his back. They tore down to
his torso where most of- no! She didn't want to see it. She didn't want to know what the heck
had happened.
Daddy? Oh please
Her father's glasses were sprawled before his body; the glass was shattered. Jubilee wanted the
glasses, wanted something of her father before it was all ripped away. But more of the horrible
redness caught her eye; she could only flee.
Her legs tumbled to the foyer, needing to get to her bag. Jubilee flew to the stairs and to her
room, her head wasn't clear, her mind was in tumble, she didn't think the person would still be
there. But he was.
He had blond hair, and he had claws that scared her to the bone. He was a big man, not exactly
tall, just big. Big boned His claws were poised above her stuffed toy collection. They were all
ruined. Victor Creed sniffed the air once and then, by raising his head, he looked right at Jubilee.
In one split action, all of Jubilee's gymnastic training came into play. She quickly scrambled
towards the stairs, her backpack flew up onto her back and she took the steps two at a time.
Before she got to the door, something halted her steps. She could feel a hand grip her backpack,
pulling her towards thick muscles. Struggling ensued; this was a killer, a mad man. Getting away
was her only goal.
Jubilation Lee was not a violent person, but something boiled in her veins. There was a fire in her
body she didn't know where it started or why it happened, but a flash of bright lights came
soaring out of her body. It wasn't out of one particular place, but all over. Lights came out of
her nose, her mouth, out of her hands but they weren't even lights. They were more of –of –
she couldn't describe it she didn't even know what happened before the man holding her
shielded his eyes and released her from his grip. He growled a deep growl, and Jubilee darted off.
She was out the door, and out of the house before he could realize what she was.
Victor Creed sat up, not realizing burns were healing on his body. He rubbed his chin vigorously,
She's a mutie
***
Jubilation Lee wanted nothing but to sit down in an alleyway and cry her heart out, but right now
Jubilation Lee didn't have time to grieve her parents. Her legs were pumping and pumping, going
as quickly as she could. Jubilee didn't look back, not once, at the white stone house that crested
upon the hill. She had to keep on going.
The Lees lived only a couple of miles away from the city Los Angeles's in California, but it
seemed like years for Jubilee. She was sweaty and cold at the same time and with the rain gone,
the humidity was like hell.
Jubilee made sure she laid low, she didn't want the killer finding her she didn't want anyone
finding her. But she had to stop soon.
Her arms were killing her. The seemed to ache and ache with each running step she took.
Finally, Jubilee walked into a small corner store. Without much hesitation, she swiftly grabbed a
bottle of Aspirin off of a shelf. Screaming men followed her out of the door, but she didn't care.
She just wanted all of it to go away. The aching in her arms, and the aching in a much stronger
place Her heart. It was too bad
Too bad Aspirin didn't heal broken hearts
