Untamed: Chapter 1
by Moonchild DJ
Author's Note: Hey, all! Yes, I'm back with the sequel to "Wild Love"-happy now? ^_^ Let me know what you think, sorry it took so long to get the sequel out-and, as usual, I don't own Marvel or its characters-I'm just borrowing them. Enjoy!
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Pain filled every inch of her. Her screams echoed inside her head. Her skin was shredded unmercifully as the alien metal was inserted from head to toe. Red liquid floated before her stunned eyes as her body went numb from the excruciating pain, then miraculously faded away. Rage and tormented agony filled her instead, pushing away pain and weakness.
The red haze of anger filled her vision as she broke free of her prison and took her vengeance on those who had hurt her. They would pay, she vowed, as she unsheathed the metal claws from her hands and slashed...
Jubilation Lee howled as she awoke from her slumber, the visions of what she had gone through haunting her. Still caught in the nightmare, she scrambled from the sheets of the bed, stumbling as she made her way to her unsteady feet and ran. Not realizing where she was, she slammed into the wall of the room, then unthinkingly unsheathed the claws at her hands, tearing everything apart in her desperate attempt for freedom.
She broke apart the bedroom door, leapt over the debris and made her way into a hall..only to be confronted with the earsplitting wail of an alarm and people blocking her path. No! No more pain!! She growled in warning, then staggered.
The first to be awakened by the alarm rigged to alert when their teammate was awake, Scott and Jean Summers, aka Cyclops and Phoenix, eased slowly toward the girl. Scott attempted a smile as his wife clasped his hand.
"Hey, Jubilee. It's me, Scott. You remember Cyclops, don't you? And you have to remember Jean..Phoenix. We're your friends, your teammates. C'mon, Jubilation, remember us, please? Logan said you were going to have it rough and go into a state of shock, but you can fight it! You wouldn't hurt us, your family, right?"
As he said this, he eased closer to the trembling girl, reaching a hand out. Like a cornered animal unsure of who to trust, Jubilee's eyes widened in panic, lashing out at the offending hand swiftly with the sharp claws.
"SCOTT!!" Jean cried, calling up a quick telekinetic shield to protect her husband. If it wasn't for her telepathy alerting her to Jubilee's primitive emotions...
"C'mon, darlin'. Don't make us have to hurt you."
Jubilee wheeled about at the voice behind her. Another one to hurt her! Where did this one come from? He wasn't there before! She snarled, glaring at the man who was vaguely familiar to her.
Her senses told her she'd seen him before. The scent of him, cigars, cologne, his own wildness..his tufted dark hair, blue eyes, craggy features..the flannel shirt, jeans and boots he wore struck a chord of knowing in her. She knew him..loved him?
Indecision distracting her, she nearly missed the man's quick movements to capture her. Eyes narrowing with indignant fury, she hissed her displeasure and leapt over the man's head and bolted away. Had to get out..get away before they could hurt her.
A strong set of arms grabbed her from behind, restraining her hands and her weapons. "Easy, gal, we're not gonna hurt ya. It's alright, sugah, y'know Rogue would nevah hurt ya. Just keep calm, an' you'll be okay."
Bristling at the soothing, honeyed Southern drawl, Jubilee howled, struggled, then slammed her head against the woman's chin, breaking the grip. Staggering, she half-ran, half-leapt down the hall, hearing the woman cry out in pain, then,
"Careful, Remy! We don't wanna hurt her, but dang, is she evah hard to hold onto!"
A figure of a man somersaulted over her head, stopping her in her tracks as he landed in front of her, holding back her flight with a staff. She growled in irritation as he smiled.
"Bonjour, Jubilee. You remember Remy, non? We're not tryin' t' hurt you, we're just tryin' to calm you down an' bring you back to us. I know you've had a hell of a time, but we can help, if you'll let us."
The words washed over her, their meaning lost as she stepped foward, raised her arm, and slashed the staff in two, taking with it a lock or two of the man's hair. The strange, yet familiar red-on-black eyes widened as the hair fluttered to the ground.
"Den again, maybe we wait until you've calmed down. Dat was a warnin', oui? Den Gambit just get out o' your way. After you, p'tite."
Having an insane urge to laugh, Jubilee stepped foward, but didn't get far as a voice intruded in her head.
*Jubilation, please. We're not trying to hurt you. We're your friends, your family. We're just trying to help you!*
Pushing away the somehow-familiar male voice, blocking it from her, she shook her head dazedly and staggered on. Had to get free, they would hurt her!
....Wouldn't they? She searched her mind for those who had made her hurt, who had brought her pain.
Biting back a yelp of fear and revulsion, she searched for those faces. A blonde-haired woman. A green-haired woman. A thin, bald man with glasses. Faceless shadows in the dark, helping them...none of those matched those she had run into now. Could they be her friends?
A hand clasped her shoulder, frightening her, and she reacted instinctively. She turned swiftly, raised her hand and slashed, then staggered backwards. She lost her footing, fell down hard on her rear end, and curled protectively into a ball.
"AAAIOWW!!" A voice had cried as she had fallen, and she glanced up. It was the dark-haired man. A shaft of fear and horror at what she had done sliced through her, and she flinched as the man staggered.
"Logan!" Voices cried simultaneously, and those she had run away from gathered around the man. With a low growl, he pushed them aside, then knelt in front of her.
"Darlin'..Jubilation..? C'mon, kid, you recognize me, don't you?"
Eyes formerly glued to the man's bleeding cheek, Jubilee's blue eyes widened at the man's soft, gruff tone, then narrowed at the one word that made her seethe. She turned that narrowed gaze upon the man's face.
"DON'T...call..me....kid." she hissed, the word bringing back memories..memories *before* the...rest. She turned her head, now able to give names to the kind faces above her. Rogue. Remy. Jean and Scott. Logan.
"Never thought I'd be glad to hear ya rail at me for that, ki-Jubilation. God, girl, what are ya tryin' to do, flamin' make me gray before my time?"
"Logan..." Jubilee breathed tiredly, flinching briefly as Logan's arms swallowed her. She closed her eyes, mind finally clear of the rage, and snuggled deeper into his embrace. She tucked her head under his chin, shivering as she pushed the weapons on her hands back in before reaching up to his face.
"I hurt you...sorry.." she mumbled.
"It's okay, darlin'. Know you didn't mean it. Sorry for scarin' you-should know better than that." Logan's low voice mumbled against her, and she suddenly felt tired. She clutched at his shirt as her eyes lowered.
"'S okay. But how can you ev'r f'rgive me..? How can I ev'r f'give myself...f'r what they've done t' me...? For..what I've...become....?"
Heart breaking for her, Logan gathered Jubilee to him and stood to face the others. He sighed as he saw Xavier with them. "Ya made her sleep, didn't you?"
Professor Charles Xavier nodded, fingers drumming restlessly against the wheelchair's arms. "Yes. She needs time, Logan. This won't be easy for her, or us. She's not out of the woods just yet. This is going to take everything she has to overcome, and she needs all the rest she can get."
Logan nodded, striding past Xavier as he and the X-Men followed behind him as he took her to his bedroom instead of her demolished room. "She won't go it alone, Chuck. Th' X-Men are right behind her, helping her every step o' the way. 'Course it's gonna be rough, but X-Men don't abandon their own."
He pulled the covers up around Jubilee's shivering form and gently kissed her cheek, pushing back the dark tendrils of hair from her pale face. 'An' I won't abandon ya, darlin'.' he thought silently. 'Of all of them, I know this fight, an' I'll help ya, I promise. I won't leave your side.'
Caressing her cheek one last time, he turned and shooed the others out of the room and closed the door behind him.
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Well? How'd I do for this first chapter? Like it? Hate it? Let me know!! ^_^
by Moonchild DJ
Author's Note: Hey, all! Yes, I'm back with the sequel to "Wild Love"-happy now? ^_^ Let me know what you think, sorry it took so long to get the sequel out-and, as usual, I don't own Marvel or its characters-I'm just borrowing them. Enjoy!
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Pain filled every inch of her. Her screams echoed inside her head. Her skin was shredded unmercifully as the alien metal was inserted from head to toe. Red liquid floated before her stunned eyes as her body went numb from the excruciating pain, then miraculously faded away. Rage and tormented agony filled her instead, pushing away pain and weakness.
The red haze of anger filled her vision as she broke free of her prison and took her vengeance on those who had hurt her. They would pay, she vowed, as she unsheathed the metal claws from her hands and slashed...
Jubilation Lee howled as she awoke from her slumber, the visions of what she had gone through haunting her. Still caught in the nightmare, she scrambled from the sheets of the bed, stumbling as she made her way to her unsteady feet and ran. Not realizing where she was, she slammed into the wall of the room, then unthinkingly unsheathed the claws at her hands, tearing everything apart in her desperate attempt for freedom.
She broke apart the bedroom door, leapt over the debris and made her way into a hall..only to be confronted with the earsplitting wail of an alarm and people blocking her path. No! No more pain!! She growled in warning, then staggered.
The first to be awakened by the alarm rigged to alert when their teammate was awake, Scott and Jean Summers, aka Cyclops and Phoenix, eased slowly toward the girl. Scott attempted a smile as his wife clasped his hand.
"Hey, Jubilee. It's me, Scott. You remember Cyclops, don't you? And you have to remember Jean..Phoenix. We're your friends, your teammates. C'mon, Jubilation, remember us, please? Logan said you were going to have it rough and go into a state of shock, but you can fight it! You wouldn't hurt us, your family, right?"
As he said this, he eased closer to the trembling girl, reaching a hand out. Like a cornered animal unsure of who to trust, Jubilee's eyes widened in panic, lashing out at the offending hand swiftly with the sharp claws.
"SCOTT!!" Jean cried, calling up a quick telekinetic shield to protect her husband. If it wasn't for her telepathy alerting her to Jubilee's primitive emotions...
"C'mon, darlin'. Don't make us have to hurt you."
Jubilee wheeled about at the voice behind her. Another one to hurt her! Where did this one come from? He wasn't there before! She snarled, glaring at the man who was vaguely familiar to her.
Her senses told her she'd seen him before. The scent of him, cigars, cologne, his own wildness..his tufted dark hair, blue eyes, craggy features..the flannel shirt, jeans and boots he wore struck a chord of knowing in her. She knew him..loved him?
Indecision distracting her, she nearly missed the man's quick movements to capture her. Eyes narrowing with indignant fury, she hissed her displeasure and leapt over the man's head and bolted away. Had to get out..get away before they could hurt her.
A strong set of arms grabbed her from behind, restraining her hands and her weapons. "Easy, gal, we're not gonna hurt ya. It's alright, sugah, y'know Rogue would nevah hurt ya. Just keep calm, an' you'll be okay."
Bristling at the soothing, honeyed Southern drawl, Jubilee howled, struggled, then slammed her head against the woman's chin, breaking the grip. Staggering, she half-ran, half-leapt down the hall, hearing the woman cry out in pain, then,
"Careful, Remy! We don't wanna hurt her, but dang, is she evah hard to hold onto!"
A figure of a man somersaulted over her head, stopping her in her tracks as he landed in front of her, holding back her flight with a staff. She growled in irritation as he smiled.
"Bonjour, Jubilee. You remember Remy, non? We're not tryin' t' hurt you, we're just tryin' to calm you down an' bring you back to us. I know you've had a hell of a time, but we can help, if you'll let us."
The words washed over her, their meaning lost as she stepped foward, raised her arm, and slashed the staff in two, taking with it a lock or two of the man's hair. The strange, yet familiar red-on-black eyes widened as the hair fluttered to the ground.
"Den again, maybe we wait until you've calmed down. Dat was a warnin', oui? Den Gambit just get out o' your way. After you, p'tite."
Having an insane urge to laugh, Jubilee stepped foward, but didn't get far as a voice intruded in her head.
*Jubilation, please. We're not trying to hurt you. We're your friends, your family. We're just trying to help you!*
Pushing away the somehow-familiar male voice, blocking it from her, she shook her head dazedly and staggered on. Had to get free, they would hurt her!
....Wouldn't they? She searched her mind for those who had made her hurt, who had brought her pain.
Biting back a yelp of fear and revulsion, she searched for those faces. A blonde-haired woman. A green-haired woman. A thin, bald man with glasses. Faceless shadows in the dark, helping them...none of those matched those she had run into now. Could they be her friends?
A hand clasped her shoulder, frightening her, and she reacted instinctively. She turned swiftly, raised her hand and slashed, then staggered backwards. She lost her footing, fell down hard on her rear end, and curled protectively into a ball.
"AAAIOWW!!" A voice had cried as she had fallen, and she glanced up. It was the dark-haired man. A shaft of fear and horror at what she had done sliced through her, and she flinched as the man staggered.
"Logan!" Voices cried simultaneously, and those she had run away from gathered around the man. With a low growl, he pushed them aside, then knelt in front of her.
"Darlin'..Jubilation..? C'mon, kid, you recognize me, don't you?"
Eyes formerly glued to the man's bleeding cheek, Jubilee's blue eyes widened at the man's soft, gruff tone, then narrowed at the one word that made her seethe. She turned that narrowed gaze upon the man's face.
"DON'T...call..me....kid." she hissed, the word bringing back memories..memories *before* the...rest. She turned her head, now able to give names to the kind faces above her. Rogue. Remy. Jean and Scott. Logan.
"Never thought I'd be glad to hear ya rail at me for that, ki-Jubilation. God, girl, what are ya tryin' to do, flamin' make me gray before my time?"
"Logan..." Jubilee breathed tiredly, flinching briefly as Logan's arms swallowed her. She closed her eyes, mind finally clear of the rage, and snuggled deeper into his embrace. She tucked her head under his chin, shivering as she pushed the weapons on her hands back in before reaching up to his face.
"I hurt you...sorry.." she mumbled.
"It's okay, darlin'. Know you didn't mean it. Sorry for scarin' you-should know better than that." Logan's low voice mumbled against her, and she suddenly felt tired. She clutched at his shirt as her eyes lowered.
"'S okay. But how can you ev'r f'rgive me..? How can I ev'r f'give myself...f'r what they've done t' me...? For..what I've...become....?"
Heart breaking for her, Logan gathered Jubilee to him and stood to face the others. He sighed as he saw Xavier with them. "Ya made her sleep, didn't you?"
Professor Charles Xavier nodded, fingers drumming restlessly against the wheelchair's arms. "Yes. She needs time, Logan. This won't be easy for her, or us. She's not out of the woods just yet. This is going to take everything she has to overcome, and she needs all the rest she can get."
Logan nodded, striding past Xavier as he and the X-Men followed behind him as he took her to his bedroom instead of her demolished room. "She won't go it alone, Chuck. Th' X-Men are right behind her, helping her every step o' the way. 'Course it's gonna be rough, but X-Men don't abandon their own."
He pulled the covers up around Jubilee's shivering form and gently kissed her cheek, pushing back the dark tendrils of hair from her pale face. 'An' I won't abandon ya, darlin'.' he thought silently. 'Of all of them, I know this fight, an' I'll help ya, I promise. I won't leave your side.'
Caressing her cheek one last time, he turned and shooed the others out of the room and closed the door behind him.
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Well? How'd I do for this first chapter? Like it? Hate it? Let me know!! ^_^