Future Past 4
Author's Notes: I'm so glad that you guys loved the Jubes/ Charles pairing. I didn't see that one coming, but I figured that it would be a good pairing.
Disclaimer:
Victor Creed was locked away in the mansion, and his nerves were a little on edge. He wasn't sure why he was such a nervous wreck, but there was something strange going on. There was a new overpowering scent that was now invading the mansion. He wasn't aware if the X-Men knew about this new invasion, but it was strong enough to make him frightened.
Never in his life had he been afraid of anything, but this new presence was enough to make him hide in a darkened corner. There was sweat pouring all over his body, and his heart was hammering heavily inside his chest. His entire body shook with apprehension, as he waited for someone to finally make their move and attack.
He wasn't aware if the X-Men knew about this new ominous threat, but he sure didn't want to wait to find out. He had to get out of the room as soon as possible. He wasn't about to stay in there, waiting for some unknown entity to come looking for him. He aimed at breaking out of the dingy jail, before those stupid X-Men got him killed. There wasn't a doubt, that this man or monster had death on his mind. He could smell it. In fact he could almost taste it. It was to enough to make him long for just a small sampling of blood. It was just that powerful.
Victor had to try to find a means of escape, and he aimed at doing just that. He stood on his feet, and walked to the small window. He was in a well-protected vault, that would make his escape near impossible, but he was sure that there was at least one spot that they missed. He walked over to the window that was overlooking the mansion grounds. He glanced around the window, and noticed the wooden frame was starting to corrode. He guessed that he could rip it apart until it came undone.
So he raked his nails across the wooden frame of the window, and after a few moments his hands became sore. He ignored his pain, and continued scratching the windowpane. At least fifteen minutes had passed when Victor smelled the first hint of fresh air coming in through the small opening. He suddenly began to scratch and claw, until the window began to loosen from its standing space. When there was enough space under the frame, Victor stuck his fingers under the windowpane. He grabbed the windowpane with both hands, and he pulled at it with all of his might. Pretty soon the window gave way, and went crashing to the ground. Thankfully it fell on the side where the grass was, and therefore wasn't able to shatter.
Once that was done, he climbed out of the window. He was careful not to set off any additional alarms, although he was positive that he had already set off an alarm indicating his escape. Once he was outside, he ran like never before. He wanted to put enough distance between himself and that monster that somehow managed to send shivers down his spine. Also at the same time he couldn't help but marvel at how easy it was to escape a mansion, which was full of telepaths and alarms.
*If I knew it was gonna be that easy, I'd escaped this hellhole a lot sooner.
Victor was now a free man, and he planned to kill anyone that tried to stop him or got in his way. However, he didn't realized that at any moment that intention would become a reality, when he ran right into Warren Worthington. Fortunately the young man was alone, and that's the type of odds that Victor liked. He wasn't going to go back to that prison, only to be killed by some madman. So he and Warren began their little dance, and Victor had every intention of winning.
Nate and Jubilee was lying on the floor in the danger room. They had been training for the past three hours, and they both were thoroughly exhausted. They both were sweating profusely, and they had various cuts and bruises all over their bodies. Out of the two, it was obvious that Nate was the worse off. He could barely catch his breath, and Jubilee couldn't do but laugh at the old man.
"What's so funny Lee?" Nate said looking the woman before him.
"Now I see why you guys needed my help."
"What's that supposed to mean?" He said amusedly.
He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in his side forced him to lie back down. Jubilee looked at him, and tried to contain the laughter that was building up.
"That's exactly that what I mean. You can barely keep up with me old man. Now tell me again, how is this supposed to work? Are we both supposed to handle Creed, or am I supposed to do everything by myself."
"I can handle Creed just fine. Thank you very much."
"Really? So why did you come 15 years into the future to get me, if you could handle this all by yourself?"
"I just needed your expertise on the subject at hand. That's all."
"Well from the looks of it, you're gonna need a lot more than my expertise." She said as she smiled seductively at him.
"You don't know the half of it lady. There are a lot of things that I need." He rebuked.
"Oh yeah like what?" She wondered out loud.
"Well the first thing that I need is nice long shower."
"And the other?"
"Can't be talked about in front of a lady, unless she wants to join." He said as he gave Jubilee an evil smirk.
"I think that I'll just leave that one alone." Jubilee said feeling uncomfortable.
"Your loss." H e grinned at her.
Nate stared at Jubilee for a while, before Jubilee broke the silence.
"You have your dad's eye's."
"How can you tell when his eyes are covered up?"
"Jean has green eyes and you have blue. It's really quite simple. 1 +1 = 2. You know simple deductions."
"Right. So you want to get out of here, before someone decides to come in to use the danger room?"
Jubilee stood up with little difficulty, and waited for Nate to stand on his feet. He took his time in getting up, and Jubilee stood in front of him while he struggled to get up. After a while, Jubilee stuck out her hand to help him up. He grabbed her hand, and she had a hard time pulling him up. After a while they both were standing on their feet.
"Man you're heavy. It sure doesn't feel like that arm of yours is the only thing that's on your body that's metal. You're not keeping any secrets from me are you?" Jubilee asked.
"There's only one way to find out."
"Is that the only thing that men think about?" She said as she turned to walk away.
"Yeah. 24 hours a day 7 days a week. Especially when a woman wears an outfit that shows off all of her curves. Kind of like that outfit that you're wearing now." He said as his eyes raked up and down her body.
"You keep that up bub, and that arm isn't the only thing that's going to need a metal replacement."
"Promises. Promises."
They made their way back to their shared room, and they looked each other for a moment. Jubilee swallowed the huge lump that was in her throat, and she found the nerve to speak up.
"What?"
"I just wanted to see if you wanted to use the bathroom first?"
"No. I think that you need it more than I do. Besides you need to clean both your body and that dirty little mind of yours"
Nate laughed and walked in the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, and Jubilee was left all alone. She sat on her bed, and recalled the latest turn of events. Jubilee wondered if she was going to have to start sleeping with her eyes open. It seemed like Cable had been a little frisky, and she didn't know quite how to handle that. She was still trying to get over the shock of seeing her husband, and now it seems like Nathan was making the moves on her.
*I don't think I will be able to handle Nate's passes, even though he's kinda cute."
As her thoughts were running wildly in her head, the bathroom door was opened suddenly. Nate emerged from the bathroom shirtless, and Jubilee had to turn her head. Sweat was still glistening from his body, and Jubilee had to keep her eyes pinned to the floor. She felt like she was invading his privacy, and she couldn't bear to look at him.
He reached out and grabbed her face in his hands, and forced her to look at him.
"Look, I was just having a little fun with you. If there's anything that I do that makes you uncomfortable, then just let me know and I'll stop. It's been a long time since I've had someone that I could just hang out with. You're a fun person, and for moment I forgot the real reason why we're here. We have a job to do, and stopping Sabertooth is the first thing on our list. So I'll be the last person that you have to worry about, and I'll be considerate towards your feelings."
He walked back into the bathroom, and before he closed the door he called out over his shoulder.
"By the way, I think that you're kinda cute too." He said and then he closed the door.
*Damn it! I forgot that he was a friggin telepath!
Victor Creed was seated high in a tree, which was currently overlooking the mansion. He watched on as the Victor Creed from the past emerged from the window. It was amazing to see that he was once that lithe and limber. He was damn near invulnerable; the things that the younger Creed did came as a shock to him.
He watched on as Creed made his way towards the main exit. He was aware of the fact that in a few moments he was going to kill a member of the X-Men. He was also aware of the fact, that because of this murder he would be hunted down like a dog for the next two years.
He watched on as Victor Creed stopped dead in his tracks, and was now sniffing the air. He turned around swiftly, and was now standing face to face with Warren Worthington. Warren's swift appearance had even surprised the Victor that watched on from the tree.
*I don't remember that little prick coming across me that quick.
However, Warren stared at the bestial man standing before him, and he took his battle stance. Victor circled the young blonde man, while trying to avoid him at all cost. His senses were going into overdrive, and the threat that he sensed earlier seemed to be surrounding him. So he did the first thing that came to his mind. He gave way to the bloodlust that was boiling deep within his body.
He slashed. He ripped apart. He mangled, and he couldn't recall anything that he had done. All that remained was dead body of Warren Worthington. He didn't remember anything, but the sight of blood was enough to last a lifetime. So he ran like never before, and Victor from the future watched on in pleasure knowing that the time for him to strike was nearing.
That's all for chapter 4. Review and let me know if this story was understandable. I tried to simplify this a little so that you guys could differentiate the two characters without getting confused. I didn't want you guys to mix up the Victor from the present, opposed to the Victor of the future. Hopefully it was understandable to everybody. If it wasn't let me know, and I'll try to clean it up and repost it. Just let me know ok.
Author's Notes: I'm so glad that you guys loved the Jubes/ Charles pairing. I didn't see that one coming, but I figured that it would be a good pairing.
Disclaimer:
Victor Creed was locked away in the mansion, and his nerves were a little on edge. He wasn't sure why he was such a nervous wreck, but there was something strange going on. There was a new overpowering scent that was now invading the mansion. He wasn't aware if the X-Men knew about this new invasion, but it was strong enough to make him frightened.
Never in his life had he been afraid of anything, but this new presence was enough to make him hide in a darkened corner. There was sweat pouring all over his body, and his heart was hammering heavily inside his chest. His entire body shook with apprehension, as he waited for someone to finally make their move and attack.
He wasn't aware if the X-Men knew about this new ominous threat, but he sure didn't want to wait to find out. He had to get out of the room as soon as possible. He wasn't about to stay in there, waiting for some unknown entity to come looking for him. He aimed at breaking out of the dingy jail, before those stupid X-Men got him killed. There wasn't a doubt, that this man or monster had death on his mind. He could smell it. In fact he could almost taste it. It was to enough to make him long for just a small sampling of blood. It was just that powerful.
Victor had to try to find a means of escape, and he aimed at doing just that. He stood on his feet, and walked to the small window. He was in a well-protected vault, that would make his escape near impossible, but he was sure that there was at least one spot that they missed. He walked over to the window that was overlooking the mansion grounds. He glanced around the window, and noticed the wooden frame was starting to corrode. He guessed that he could rip it apart until it came undone.
So he raked his nails across the wooden frame of the window, and after a few moments his hands became sore. He ignored his pain, and continued scratching the windowpane. At least fifteen minutes had passed when Victor smelled the first hint of fresh air coming in through the small opening. He suddenly began to scratch and claw, until the window began to loosen from its standing space. When there was enough space under the frame, Victor stuck his fingers under the windowpane. He grabbed the windowpane with both hands, and he pulled at it with all of his might. Pretty soon the window gave way, and went crashing to the ground. Thankfully it fell on the side where the grass was, and therefore wasn't able to shatter.
Once that was done, he climbed out of the window. He was careful not to set off any additional alarms, although he was positive that he had already set off an alarm indicating his escape. Once he was outside, he ran like never before. He wanted to put enough distance between himself and that monster that somehow managed to send shivers down his spine. Also at the same time he couldn't help but marvel at how easy it was to escape a mansion, which was full of telepaths and alarms.
*If I knew it was gonna be that easy, I'd escaped this hellhole a lot sooner.
Victor was now a free man, and he planned to kill anyone that tried to stop him or got in his way. However, he didn't realized that at any moment that intention would become a reality, when he ran right into Warren Worthington. Fortunately the young man was alone, and that's the type of odds that Victor liked. He wasn't going to go back to that prison, only to be killed by some madman. So he and Warren began their little dance, and Victor had every intention of winning.
Nate and Jubilee was lying on the floor in the danger room. They had been training for the past three hours, and they both were thoroughly exhausted. They both were sweating profusely, and they had various cuts and bruises all over their bodies. Out of the two, it was obvious that Nate was the worse off. He could barely catch his breath, and Jubilee couldn't do but laugh at the old man.
"What's so funny Lee?" Nate said looking the woman before him.
"Now I see why you guys needed my help."
"What's that supposed to mean?" He said amusedly.
He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in his side forced him to lie back down. Jubilee looked at him, and tried to contain the laughter that was building up.
"That's exactly that what I mean. You can barely keep up with me old man. Now tell me again, how is this supposed to work? Are we both supposed to handle Creed, or am I supposed to do everything by myself."
"I can handle Creed just fine. Thank you very much."
"Really? So why did you come 15 years into the future to get me, if you could handle this all by yourself?"
"I just needed your expertise on the subject at hand. That's all."
"Well from the looks of it, you're gonna need a lot more than my expertise." She said as she smiled seductively at him.
"You don't know the half of it lady. There are a lot of things that I need." He rebuked.
"Oh yeah like what?" She wondered out loud.
"Well the first thing that I need is nice long shower."
"And the other?"
"Can't be talked about in front of a lady, unless she wants to join." He said as he gave Jubilee an evil smirk.
"I think that I'll just leave that one alone." Jubilee said feeling uncomfortable.
"Your loss." H e grinned at her.
Nate stared at Jubilee for a while, before Jubilee broke the silence.
"You have your dad's eye's."
"How can you tell when his eyes are covered up?"
"Jean has green eyes and you have blue. It's really quite simple. 1 +1 = 2. You know simple deductions."
"Right. So you want to get out of here, before someone decides to come in to use the danger room?"
Jubilee stood up with little difficulty, and waited for Nate to stand on his feet. He took his time in getting up, and Jubilee stood in front of him while he struggled to get up. After a while, Jubilee stuck out her hand to help him up. He grabbed her hand, and she had a hard time pulling him up. After a while they both were standing on their feet.
"Man you're heavy. It sure doesn't feel like that arm of yours is the only thing that's on your body that's metal. You're not keeping any secrets from me are you?" Jubilee asked.
"There's only one way to find out."
"Is that the only thing that men think about?" She said as she turned to walk away.
"Yeah. 24 hours a day 7 days a week. Especially when a woman wears an outfit that shows off all of her curves. Kind of like that outfit that you're wearing now." He said as his eyes raked up and down her body.
"You keep that up bub, and that arm isn't the only thing that's going to need a metal replacement."
"Promises. Promises."
They made their way back to their shared room, and they looked each other for a moment. Jubilee swallowed the huge lump that was in her throat, and she found the nerve to speak up.
"What?"
"I just wanted to see if you wanted to use the bathroom first?"
"No. I think that you need it more than I do. Besides you need to clean both your body and that dirty little mind of yours"
Nate laughed and walked in the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, and Jubilee was left all alone. She sat on her bed, and recalled the latest turn of events. Jubilee wondered if she was going to have to start sleeping with her eyes open. It seemed like Cable had been a little frisky, and she didn't know quite how to handle that. She was still trying to get over the shock of seeing her husband, and now it seems like Nathan was making the moves on her.
*I don't think I will be able to handle Nate's passes, even though he's kinda cute."
As her thoughts were running wildly in her head, the bathroom door was opened suddenly. Nate emerged from the bathroom shirtless, and Jubilee had to turn her head. Sweat was still glistening from his body, and Jubilee had to keep her eyes pinned to the floor. She felt like she was invading his privacy, and she couldn't bear to look at him.
He reached out and grabbed her face in his hands, and forced her to look at him.
"Look, I was just having a little fun with you. If there's anything that I do that makes you uncomfortable, then just let me know and I'll stop. It's been a long time since I've had someone that I could just hang out with. You're a fun person, and for moment I forgot the real reason why we're here. We have a job to do, and stopping Sabertooth is the first thing on our list. So I'll be the last person that you have to worry about, and I'll be considerate towards your feelings."
He walked back into the bathroom, and before he closed the door he called out over his shoulder.
"By the way, I think that you're kinda cute too." He said and then he closed the door.
*Damn it! I forgot that he was a friggin telepath!
Victor Creed was seated high in a tree, which was currently overlooking the mansion. He watched on as the Victor Creed from the past emerged from the window. It was amazing to see that he was once that lithe and limber. He was damn near invulnerable; the things that the younger Creed did came as a shock to him.
He watched on as Creed made his way towards the main exit. He was aware of the fact that in a few moments he was going to kill a member of the X-Men. He was also aware of the fact, that because of this murder he would be hunted down like a dog for the next two years.
He watched on as Victor Creed stopped dead in his tracks, and was now sniffing the air. He turned around swiftly, and was now standing face to face with Warren Worthington. Warren's swift appearance had even surprised the Victor that watched on from the tree.
*I don't remember that little prick coming across me that quick.
However, Warren stared at the bestial man standing before him, and he took his battle stance. Victor circled the young blonde man, while trying to avoid him at all cost. His senses were going into overdrive, and the threat that he sensed earlier seemed to be surrounding him. So he did the first thing that came to his mind. He gave way to the bloodlust that was boiling deep within his body.
He slashed. He ripped apart. He mangled, and he couldn't recall anything that he had done. All that remained was dead body of Warren Worthington. He didn't remember anything, but the sight of blood was enough to last a lifetime. So he ran like never before, and Victor from the future watched on in pleasure knowing that the time for him to strike was nearing.
That's all for chapter 4. Review and let me know if this story was understandable. I tried to simplify this a little so that you guys could differentiate the two characters without getting confused. I didn't want you guys to mix up the Victor from the present, opposed to the Victor of the future. Hopefully it was understandable to everybody. If it wasn't let me know, and I'll try to clean it up and repost it. Just let me know ok.