Mutants of the mansion
Chapter 4
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(Jubilee)
"Alright, Sugah. I'll leave th' room."
"Do I hear reluctance there?" Me and Rogue were stood in my room. Well, I was sat. With a towel over my head. It was violently just rubbed with the towel. With a shrug, the older mutant left the room and shut the door behind her. Instead of changing, I wandered into the bathroom attached to my room and stood in front of the mirror. Throwing the towel into a basket, I stared at myself in the mirror. I know Jean told me not to take them off... but I need to see the damage. I breathed in and began unwrapping the white cloth from my face with my eye closed. Alright Jubilee, I think you can look at yourself. No matter what happened. I dropped my hands to my sides and gripped the gauze tightly.
"Jubes? You ready yet?" I stared at my reflection again with my one remaining eye and ignored the knocking at my door. Why. What the hell have I done to deserve this? I traced the edge of the small crater that used to be part of my face. I can see of the muscles, part of my jaw and the hold where my eye used to be. Why am I such. a.
"FREAK!" I screamed, shattering the mirror with a punch. I don't care that my hand is bleeding. I don't care that I'm crying. I'm mutilated. I look horrible. Who would want to stick around with somebody that looks like this?
"Jubilee calm down!" Rogue yelled, running into the room and grabbing me by the shoulders. "You're gonna mess your hand up!"
"Like I'm not messed up already?!"
"Jubilee, look at-"
"Why?! Why would anybody want to see me right now?!" I couldn't help it. I fell to a sitting position with my legs at either side of me. I attempted to cover my face with my hands, but I knew it wasn't enough. "Why me..." I whimpered, ignoring the salty taste of sadness in my mouth. I couldn't even hear anything. All I noticed was two slender arms snake their way around my shoulders and hold me close to somebody. Only then did I hear a voice.
"It's alright, Sweet pea. It's gonna be fine..."
(Rogue)
I couldn't help but feel bad for her. Jubes must be under a lot of stress...
"Rogue, stop ignoring us!" I shot a glare at Scott before turning back to the girl who was knelt in front of me. Second time today that my clothes are wet.
"If y'all are askin' me about what happened, I got no idea." I sighed, stroking Jubilee's back slowly. "I guess she jus' wanted t' see the damage." After that, the room basically cleared, apart from Logan coming to kneel next to me, and Gambit standing in the doorway.
"Poor darlin'. I sure hope we figure out a way to fix this." He sighed, stroking her hair. "I think she just went t'sleep." We both stood up, and Logan picked her up. "I an understand why she feels like this. I just don't want her to."
"You and me both." I picked the gauze up from the floor and started to cover her face again.
"What the fuck are you still doin' here, Cajun? Get lost!" Remy gave him the finger, then walked out of the room. "I swear t' god ima kill him one o' these days."
"Better do it when you get sent on a pair mission." I smiled. "What's the plan, Wolverine? Put her to bed?" I glanced at her clock. 9pm.
"Might as well. Better get that glass, too." With an eye roll, I went to the nearest cupboard in the hall, collected a dustpan and broom, then walked back to Jubilee's bathroom and swept up the broken glass tat had fallen to the floor. "Need some help pulling it off the wall?" I noticed that he wrapped a small towel around her hand. "Better get rid of it in case she decided to punch it some more." It took a good half hour to get it all off. By then it had started to rain.
"Night Jubie." I smiled, ruffling her hair and walking out of the room. Logan followed me, closing the door behind him. "Alcohol I guess." He nodded.
(Jubilee)
I waited until both pairs of feet were gone before I sat up. I feel bad about doing that. I got up and clicked my light on. My hand was still bleeding pretty badly. But I'm sure it will stop soon. With a sigh, I undressed myself and pulled Wolvie's shirt over my head. Why does it have to rain? I hate rain. Using the bloody towel, I wiped some stray tears off my face then threw it in the hamper that stood in the corner of my room.
"You're going to apologise tomorrow, Jubilee. No question." I declared at the wall, since they decided it was the safe option to remove my mirror. I pointed at the wall with a stern expression then laughed at myself. Looking around the cupboards, I discovered some more bandages and wrapped my hand in them. If this continues, I'm going to look like a mummy by the end of the week. When I settled back into bed, I fell asleep to the soft sounds of rain hitting the window.
Thunder clapped in the distance, sending me hurting from my nightmare and into my dark room. There were so many explosions... Another loud boom sent me straight out of bed, making me hide under my bed. That dream... it was like it was in reality. I crawled out from under my bed and dove for the lightswitch, clicking it a few times. The power is out. Okay, calm down Jubilee. It's nothing dangerous. There's nobody dangerous in your room... I stepped back towards my bed, hugging myself in fear. What did me in was the feeling of a hand touching my shoulder at the same time another clap of thunder sounded.
"I'm out!" I said, running to my door, opening it and running out. I made sure to close it behind me. I padded down the hall, keeping watch for anything suspicious. Every open room I passed, I tested the light switch, though nothing came on. Why does the power have to be out? Keep telling yourself it's all going to be fine. I wandered into the kitchen and basically headbutted the fridge in hopes of cooling myself down. I was surprised at the next loud boom, surprised enough to fall backwards into the table and hit my head pretty hard. "God-forsaken table!" I hissed, sitting up and kicking it. I closed my eyes and laid down, trying to rub the moisture from my face.
"Jubilee?" Something touched my leg. Oh holy crap something touched my leg! I sat up to try and identify the attacker, but ended up smacking my head extremely loudly on the table.
"Damn!" I hissed, grabbing my head and curling up. The person decided to laugh. "As soon as the room stops turning..." Uhp, nope. Gonna barf. I had to scrabble across the floor to make it to the bin in time.
"What's happenin' with ya this time, Sweet pea?"I felt Rogue rubbing my back as I puked, sitting on the floor next to me.
"Woke up to thunder, got scared because I think something touched my shoulder, came down here to try and cool off, slipped over, hit my head on the table, them you surprised me and made me hit my head again." She was gone for all of two seconds before returning with some tissues and wiping my mouth. It actually feels pretty nice to be taken care of sometimes. "And the power is out."
"Ah noticed. Ah was watchin' somethin' on TV. Then ah noticed ya walkin' 'round." Another clap of thunder shook the windows, sending me straight for Rogue. "Ya scared, Jubes?" I had my face buried in her chest and my arms gripping her torso like she was going to disappear.
"I'm not fond of loud noises any more." I sniffed. I felt her move and sit against the wall, then she pulled me onto her knee. Skin touched again, making me tingle.
"It's awright. I'm here for ya, Sweet Pea."