Madman's Heart

Part 13

~Chinese~

Jubilee had left the roof to think for herself over what Remy had said an hour ago and now she was holding the card Victor Creed had given her in case of emergencies. The black numbers were slightly fading, but Jubilee sighed while reaching for the phone. He had asked her not to call, said he might not be able to get to a phone from where he was. Jubilee picked up the head set and began dialing the numbers in hope of reaching him. The phone rang once, then twice before a voice came over it.

Victor was readying the last bits of his trip to Brazil. His flight path had been set to go over the least about of the no fly zone in place at the Middle east boarders, but it still saved him valuable time he would need in order to get to Jubilee before something happened. The flight would be bumpy at best, but Creed was use to the type of traveling.

"Creed, phone for you. Some kid." A man spoke in sloppy English at best. Creed frowned as he took the phone from the guy.

"yeah." He grunted out while leaning against a wall trying not to scream at the girl on the other line. The people he was with right now weren't he best kind and now they had something to us against him if they wanted.

"You don't have to be so harsh, I just gotta question." The voice came through in a teasing manner and Creed let some of the tension run out of him.

"Yeah?" He asked while turning his mouth away from the man standing at the door. Mr. Wong, an equivalent of the American style mobster, only searched for a pack of cigarettes.

"Okay, only have a one word vocabulary today? Fine, did you tell Gumbo to break me out of this place?" Jubilee asked and Creed could mentally picture her sitting on the counter cleaning her nails nervously while asking.

"Yeah, he's suppose to take you to Brazil." Creed stated and shot a look at the guy at the door. He shrugged and then smiled.

"If you want me to leave just say something." the guy stated and Creed snarled at him in response not wanting to say anything to the man. He shrugged again before lighting a cigarette and leaving the room.

"Don't you Roar at me you big Butt munch, I wasn't the one who didn't tell their so called partner that they had made plans to bust them out of some where. Next time tell me or I'm gonna pull the grand royal of pranks on you." Jubilee stated and Creed let out a bark of laughter .

"Just go with the boy, pup. But watch your back, I ain't gonna be there to pull you out of trouble this time." Creed told her while shoving a few more things into his pack and looking at the clock on the wall. It was the middle of the day where he was, but it had to be close to 4 in the morning at New York.

"Yes I know, Don't play with matches, stay away from strangers, and don't go with strange men with red diamond shapes on their foreheads. It's not like the cajun is going to do anything stupid. And you better get yourself to where ever we're meeting in once piece." Jubilee stated sarcastically, but the last part with a serious tone that sent Creed's lip turned up a bit more before he went serious.

"Listen to me Pup, Gambit may have the X-men's so called code of honor, but he is still a thief and one not to be fully trusted." Creed stated and then hung up the phone before the younger mutant could say a word. He grabbed a few maps and his pack before heading out of the room and into a plane hanger. Inside the hanger was a small cargo jet that could hold five people comfortably. Throwing his pack into the plane Creed looked over at the Chinese men who were talking in a circle.

~Let's go.~ Creed stated and two of the men looked over at him before parting with the group.

~We can't take off for another half hour. The plane needs a few last minute touch ups.~ One of the men stated and Creed narrowed his eyes.

~For the money I'm paying we leave in half the time other wise I take my money else where~ Creed growled out and the men talked amongst themselves for a moment before the one nodded. Getting the Men to take him from Tibet, China to the South America had cost him more money then he would have liked, but it was still cheaper then the last guy he asked.

Jubilee frowned at the phone once Creed hung up. "I can't believe he hung up on me, oh that is so rude." She stated to no on in particular. She set the phone on the cradle when she looked up to see Remy sitting in a chair by the kitchen door. She couldn't so much as see him, but more his red eyes the sent of an strange chill down her spine.

"Dat be de man Petit'. So you comin' wit me or staying?" Remy asked while watching Her. Jubilee sit down in a chair and thought about it for a moment.

"I figure, On one condition. You call me Petit again I will go nuclear on your butt." Jubilee stated and held out her hand at Remy. He smiled and took it firmly. The two stared at one another for a few moments until Jubilee cracked a smile.

"Now problem, I promise not to call you Petit' ever again." He stated with a bit of a grin. Jubilee hadn't seen a real grin on him in her presence since he figured out where she came from. For moment she was beginning to think he was planning something prankish before she chased the thought out of her head.

"Damn Straight. When do we leave?" Jubilee asked while straitening her legs out on the couch.

"We leave tomorrow at 3 in de morning, you be ready non? Or do you need your beauty sleep?" Remy said jokingly and Jubilee frowned before shooting a playful paff at him. Since her time here she had learned how to tone down her paffs if she concentrated enough. What once came naturally, now took a few seconds of thinking to do.

"For your info, I happen to be faster at getting ready then almost all the people in this house." Jubilee states and Remy smiles at her before getting up to head off for bed.

"I doubt dat. Good night and Sleep well… Petit." Remy said and Jubilee turned to glare at him, but found he was already heading out the door. She rolled her eyes at him while walking up the stairs and then retired into her room till a later time this morning.

"What the heck are these?" Jubilee asked while pushing around the lumpy food in her bowl. It was Rogue's turn to cook for the Sunday morning and Jubilee was beginning the think that the woman wasn't to good at cooking. Mostly everyone else in the house was already busy doing chores around the house, but Jubilee had taken the insensitive to sleep in till 10 in the morning.

"It's called grits, Sugar. Just try them and if you don't like them you can have something else." Rogue states while taking a bite of her own meal. Jubilee wrinkled her nose then took a little bite of the grits. Surprisingly they weren't to bad, they were better then the ones she got at a restaurant. "Well?"

"They're okay, not on my top ten things to eat list." Jubilee states while pushing the bowl of grits away. Rogue laughed and went into the counter where a plates of eggs, bacon, and pancakes sat. She grabbed the younger girl some food while smiling.

"Here ya go sugar, and I suppose everything on your top ten list of food would have to do with sweats." Rogue said while sitting back down. Jubilee took a big bite of a egg before saying anything.

"No and for your info only three things are." Jubilee told her and smiled as she tasted the pancakes. 'Yum, Blueberry.' Jubilee thought and smiled trying to remember the last time she had good blueberry pancakes. She sighed pushing back any trace of tears as she realized that it would have been before her parents died.

"What's wrong?" Rogue asked while looking at the younger girl. Jubilee looked up at her and put on a smile.

"Nothing, just thinking about the past." Jubilee stated then set her fork down and took a drink of her coke.

"Oh, Sugar… If you ever need to talk, I won't bite" Rogue said and Jubilee nodded before going back to her breakfast.

~Mr. Wong. We just entered the no fly zone. We're sending the conformation codes through now.~ One of the pilots said to man in the back of the plane. Creed smiled and stretched out a bit.

"I guess this is where we see if your end of the bargain holds up." Creed stated with a grin, he was putting a lot of faith in the guy sitting across from him.

"The codes will work. I have no doubt about that." Wong said while pulling out a cigarette and Creed frowned. As if by an act of some cruel god, the sound of a machine gun opening fire was heard with in the next few breaths as the two military jets opened fire on the small cargo jet.

~Open fire, move, if you don't move the plane they're going to hit you. Look out…~ the words were screamed from the owner of the plane to the pilot as the machine fire sent bullets in the hull and wing of the plane. The weakness in the wing caused it to bend downward slightly, then to break of completely. 'Great, I chose a piece of shit to fly in.' Creed stated as he rushed up to where to pilots were. Quickly the plane began to lose it's altitude as Creed grabbed the planes controls from the terrified pilot.

~Oh God, we are going to die.~ The pilot screamed and started to make a rush at the controls in some insane attempt to make things better. Creed punched the man and sent him off his feet. The plane began to enter a nose dive towards the ocean before Creed could get a handle on the controls. It had been several years since Creed had flown anything let alone a cargo jet with one wing. At the last possible second Creed handed the controls over to the owner and made a dash for the cargo doors at the back of the ship. Opening the doors he saw that the water was maybe 100 yards and closing fast. He grabbed his bag from the corner before it could fly out and looked back at the two jets.

"Why the fuck did this happen now." He says as he jumps of the jet hoping his insane idea would save his life. Either he stay on the ship and get taken down to the bottom with it or jump and prey that some how his healing factor can repair any damage done to his body. As his body slammed through the air he began to think that maybe he should have stayed on the jet. He hit the water and at once he felt like every bone in his body was crushed into a thousand pieces from the impact. He would have screamed in pain, but the darkness hit him and rolled over him till he could no longer feel any pain.

The jet hit the water beside him and sent wave after wave at the broke body of Creed. The two fighter jets above radioed in that the plane had been destroyed with no survivors. But below, ever so slowly, Creed's body began to fight off the threat of hypothermia and mend what it could of the bones.