Mysteries and Contacts

Chapter 40

Jubilee and Creed eventually made it to their Island destination. They were greeted by the Island guide who was to lead them safely to their new house. They followed him, until they came upon a large white house in the center of the jungle.

Jubilee marveled at the house, it looked as though it could have belonged to an old southern family from the 1500's, but looked as though it had just been recently built.

"This is your new house." the guide said, "Enjoy your stay." before he left he said one more thing, "Oh, and by the way. Don't leave the house after dark. It is your only protection from the dark spirits that roam the Island. There's a reason why it's been deserted for so long."

"What kind of dark spirits?" Jubilee asked worriedly.

"The kind that you do not wish to mess with."

Jubilee was about to say something, but Creed interjected angrily, "Ya've done what ya were paid to do, guide. Not shove off or else you'll be meetin' these dark spirits."

The guide narrowed his eyes at the large man, "You have been warned." then he left.

Jubilee glared at Creed, "What is up with you?"

Creed looked down at her and frowned, "Get inside the house." he grabbed her by her upper arm, but she yanked away.

"No! Not until you answer my question."

He grabbed her again, yanking her up; growling angrily into her ear, "Don't argue with me, frail! The sun is settin' and I really don't feel like meetin' the locals around here. Now move!"

He pushed her forward, she stumbled, but regained her balance, and did as she was told. She would have defied him, but she smelled fear on him, and figured it would be best not to push things any further.

When they enter the house, Jubilee noticed that there were some weird markings on the walls, along the windows, and the door ways. It looked as though the markings were painted on with some kind of blood, smelled like it too.

"What kind of place is this, Vic?" she asked, feeling more paranoid the more they walked through the house, "It looks and feels like some kind of murder house…"

"It use to be." he chuckled.

"That's not funny." the sudden sound of the floor creaking made her jump and unrepentantly grab Creed's hand into her own. He chuckled even more.

"Scared?"

Realizing that she was holding his hand she pulled away, "No. It's just gonna take some time to get use to this house. Where's this doctor that's suppose to be here?"

"He's coming tomorrow, along with the servants. In the mean time." he picked her up and cradled her in his massive arms, "Let's go test out our new bed." he wiggled his eyebrows and kissed her; sweeping her away upstairs.

"Is sex the only thing you can really thing of right now?"

"It's always good luck to break in a new house with a night of passionate sex."

"But-" he kissed her gain before she could finish her sentence.

"Just shut up and enjoy the ride." he kicked the door open and closed it behind them.

Meanwhile…

Logan was still searching for Jubilee, but unfortunately his search came to a stop when Weapon X lost track of them once again. Frustrated and stumped, Logan decided to take his frustration out in a cage match that was being held in a local bar. After beating down about twenty men and downing about ten beers, he decided to rent a hotel room for the night.

Laying his head back on one of the pillows on his bed, he stared up at the ceiling; wandering to himself if this was all worth his freedom. Even though he was ticked off at Jubilee, he couldn't help but hate himself for stooping as low as to recapture her for Weapon X to experiment on her. He growled angrily to himself, sat up, and shook those thoughts of his head.

"Pull yourself together, Logan. You've gone this far, no point in turning back now. Now when you're so close to gettin' back your freedom."

'Is it really, Logan.' echoed a nearby voice.

"Who said that!" he got to his feet and popped out his claws, "Show yourself!"

'Look over here.'

Logan looked to his right and saw nothing but his reflection in the mirror.

"Funny, bub. Now where are ya?" he looked around the room and still found no one, not even a scent.

'Like I said. Over here.'

Logan looked again, only this time his reflection was leaning against the frame of the mirror; smoking a stogie.

"What the hell?"

'What the hell indeed, Logan.' smirked his reflection.

"This has got to be some kind of trick." he looked around the room again, "It's gotta be a psychic mutant playing mind games with me."

'Afraid not, Logan." the reflection pushed himself away from the frame and stood facing him.

"Okay, bub. I'll bite. If your not a psychic's illusion. Then what are ya?"

'The one thing that ya haven't listened too in a long time. You're conscience."

"Oh, gimme a break." he put his claws away, "I've listened to my conscience a lot of times."

'That maybe, bub, but ya stopped listenin' ever since this shit with Jubilee and Creed went down.'

"Shut up."

'That's right. Shut me out like you do most of the time. As long as you get what you want nothing else matters.'

"I said shut up!" he popped out his claws and slashed at the mirror; shattering it into little pieces.

'Well, great. Now we both got seven years bad luck.' the reflection's voice was now behind him in the window.

Logan whirled around to attack it again.

'You know this ain't exacty gonna help your bill none.'

Logan's arm froze before it hit the window, he growled, knowing that it was going to cost him a pretty penny to have the mirror replace. Retracting his claws, he walked back over to his bed, and sat down. Glaring at his own reflection, he said gruffly, "So, ya gonna talk or what?"

'Depends. Are ya gonna listen?'

"Probably not."

His reflection shook his head disapprovingly, 'Then I'll come back later, when I know for sure whether or not you're ready to listen.' Just like that, his reflection reverted back to mimicking Logan's actions.

Logan shook his head and laid down, putting one of the pillows over his face, "I really need to quit drinking cheap beer."

Elsewhere, back at the X-Mansion.

Emma was contacting her contacts for more updates on the search for Jubilee. So far, nothing.

Bobby walked in to find her sitting in a chair, pinching the brim of her nose.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Physically, yes. Mentally, no. How hell can one loud mouth, firecracker, Chinese girl elude even my contacts?"

"Well, Emma, you gotta remember that Jubes did grow up on the streets when she was pretty young, not to mention that she had many years of practice to run and hide after every prank she played on all of the X-Men."

"Yes, that's true, and it doesn't help that she has Creed and his connections on her side. Damn Logan and his infernal temper! Why couldn't he simply be a normal, reasonable man?"

"Then he wouldn't be Logan, would he?" Bobby chuckled.

"Shut up, Bobby." she snapped. Pulling out a book from her pocket, she opened it, and pulled out her cell phone, "There's on more contact that I haven't called. Let's hope that she's in the mood to help out."

"Who is she?"

"The only person that I know who is a match for Logan if ever she runs into him. Lady Hydra."

"Lady who?"

"You don't know her, Bobby. Hardly anyone knows her, except for those who she works for and who she's going to kill."

"Let me guess, she tried to kill you at some point?"

"Yes, but then I saved her life, so she became in debt to me, and she always repays her debts." she began dialing a number, then held the phone to her ear, "Hello, Lady Hydra… It's time to repay your debt to me."