What could he do about it though? If the it was anyone else doing this he would've gutted him so fast that she wouldn't beg for mercy, of course they had to be alive first...
Now as the hours passed since they traveled from Sinister's lab into scenic forest, he was at wits end on how to make the pest go away. Then he started thinking of all the times where he had to work with people that annoyed him -- Magneto and the brotherhood came to mind...
Then another brilliant idea popped back in his mind. If ya can't beat them join 'em, or make 'em believe you joined 'em. Things would be simplier, he'd make the frail believe he cares, she'll let up a little, then when she didn't see it -- he'd find out how to get rid of her.
He clasped his hands and smile maliciously, plotting on how to start this plan.
"Whatcha thinking their furball," He heard her ask as he form flew in front of him.
"Nothin', Jubilee," First action of trust, use the frails name. He smirked as he saw her do a double take.
"Yes furball my name is Jubilee -- and what right do ya got callin me like that," She seemed apprehensive, he wouldn't trust himself either; but, he had to stick to the plan. No matter how annoyed he got.
"I can't call ya frail forever now can I" He retorted in a non-joking manner. He decided to give a little more 'trust' as he saw night fall, "d'ya mind -- I gotta go find food" he asked her.
He saw the dumbfounded frail nod as he went to look for his prey. He got a good distance as he gained a little leeway, but a step towards the freedom he desired.
+ + + Moonlight reflected off the babbling brook. The hoot of owl, echoed into the dabbled canvas. A shrieking howl awakens the night, the predator is out for prey.
He scanned the area with his olfactory senses -- deer were here. He growled to himself as he stealthily followed the tracks that the moonlight lit.
The babbling brook talked louder as a deer came to view. He hid beneath the foliage. The deer looked healthy as it perked its ears for danger, then slowly lowering its head for a drink of water.
He urged closer to the prey. Slowly and surely getting closer. A growl, a leap, a slash, and a last gasp of air -- the prey didn't have the chance.
He looked over its carcass. He cursed himself under his breath, he'd rather see the fear in its eyes and pain shudder throughout its body -- yet he felt eyes upon the scene. He looked behind him. The frail stood behind him.
"Ya know ya should cook it before ya eat it -- it could have rabies or somethin'," her patronizing voice made him growled internally. She knew that he had a healing factor and she knew he'd like to eat this thing raw. Her attempts to provoke him fueled his desire to provoke her the only way he knew.
"Yer right Jubilee," He quickly stated, "Ya mind watching this, I gotta get some firewood." He saw her become confused when she nodded.
On queue, he went off to look for wood to start a fire. He smirked a little. The frails confusion imprinted on his mind, his plan started to plot out nicely.
+ + + Deer meat cooking on an open fire, the smell made his mouth water for a bite. He looked over to the frail near the campfire; the light from it didn't illuminate any part of here. He'd never believed in ghosts, but there was one in front of him.
"So what's it feel like bein' dead Jubilee?" He asked in a solemn tone. He noticed how she went into the "thinkers pose" for a second.
"I ain't hungry, tired, nothin' like that," he saw her get up and go directly to the fire. Instinctively, he got up a little when the frail became engulfed in flames, but her face wasn't in anguish -- a pity, "I can't feel, taste, smell nothin' either."
He nodded, well that's the only thing he could do. Her coolness through this experience became questionable.
The oddness of the situation calmed his nerves a litt, "Why aren't ya controllin' my body frail -- get what ya want faster?" the question just came out of his mind. He cursed too himself mentally -- he didn't mean to say it out loud. This weakness came out from his comfort, surely the frail would notice and catch onto his plan, yet when he looked up the frail smiled at him
"Like I said furball, I got an eternity to get back at ya -- imagine havin' pictures sent to the X-men of you wearing pink bows and skirts," She actually teased him about it.
He scowled at the thought -- pink bows and skirts weren't his style. After that disturbing thought, he realized she didn't answer the question, but went around it. He was going to push it when the frail interrupted his thoughts.
"My turn for this 'twenty question round' furball, where are we going' -- it ain't like you said anything before," she shrugged her shoulders.
He didn't like to give out information, at all, give a little...
"L.A. Jubilee," that's all he said, but that was enough to get a glint of happiness out of her.
"I can't believe it," she got out of the flames and sat down on the log away from him, she sighed to herself, "what business you got there furball?"
"You'll find out when we get there," he answered automatically. He saw her nod as she was about to open her mouth.
"Foods done Jubilee, I don't talk while I eat," He grabbed the meat off the fire and started to dig in.
"Too bad, I do," she interrupted his eating habits -- he didn't like that. He sneered at her, hunger taking over his plan. He was about to say something, but he just bit into the deer flesh.
He kept eating his food, "So what ya got ta say Jubilee," his mouth full of deer meet.
He grew somewhat concerned when he heard the frail giggle a little.
"What's so funny," he asked with a tinge of anger. He didn't like frail giggling when he was talking -- actually he just didn't like frails.
"Ya remind me of Wolvie when ya eat like that," she sighed out.
Sweat dripped from his brow and his pupils became clear, "Never compare me to that runt frail! I ain't like him!" He suddenly lost his appetite as he threw it into the woods, "why dontcha go to the runt instead of givin' me hell."
She got up and looked him straight in the eye, "ya think I want ta be here -- I'd rather be with Wolvie any day then be with a psychotic furball."
In an instant his anger faded, "So ya sayin' ya tried to leave." If he got this correct...
"Ya furball, who'd want to be stuck with --"
"A psychotic furball, yah yah I get the point," he put up his hand to try to calm her down. "Sorry alright, ferget I mentioned it." Her blank expression was priceless.
"Look I need some sleep for the trip to L.A. -- d'ya mind," he automatically lay down on a tree trunk and let out a huge yawn. He closed his eyes with a big smile plastered on his face. More information he needed that got him one step closer to his freedom.