Memories
Kiss His Poisonous Lips
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She stood there, motionless, the jar clutched to her chest. Her fingers tightened on the lid. Could she do it? Could she kill these people? Her hand tightened, she twisted slightly then stopped. She had sworn never to kill. She had told herself she would never give into the temptation again, no matter how softly the voice spoke and told her it was for the greater good and she'd be helping people. Life wasn't hers to take. Ever. But they were threatening not only the mutant-race but her children. The little voices spoke so softly, whispering that it would be alright. She was just saving her kind. But…
She shook her head. No. She wasn't going to open the jar. That would be murder, plain and simple. She was about to place it down when suddenly she stiffened, her hands were forced open by a vicious wrench and the jar fell through her frozen fingers. She barely had time to shout a warning to Curt to protect Jubilee before the glass shattered and burning light shone out, blinding everyone for a few seconds. When they looked again, all they could see was ash blowing in the breeze. Where was Jubilee!
And Curt gently opened his arms to reveal Jubilee and he looked so happy and Jubilee seemed fine with him and Tora could see Logan limping across the battlefield and Scott was staring at her and he was opening his mouth.
"Take her to the Brig."
"What?"
"I saw what you did Tora. That was almost genocide."
She opened her mouth to explain it was an accident, she hadn't meant for it to happen but Piotr had her in a choke-hold and she couldn't speak and she tried to explain as Bobby iced her hands over but when she tried to speak all she got was an ice gag for her troubles. She went quietly, knowing she'd have her chance to speak up later. If she was able to…
And then a voice rang out.
"It wasn't her! It was me!"
And they turned to see Hope standing defiant.
"I took Magneto's power and I controlled her so she dropped the jar. I'm the one who killed them!"
The ice fell from Tora's hands and she closed her eyes in sadness. She could hear Scott making excuses for Hope. After all, Hope had come from the future where she'd have to kill to stay alive. It was conditioned into her… And no one spared a thought to Tora, who had never stopped fighting for survival her entire life…
"Did she ever find the peace she grew to crave?"
"Never. She was leader of the X-Men in the first century of the Utopian Nation. Then she faked her death to go off and do more under the radar stuff. Then she returned and fixed up the mess that was the result of poor management, ended up the President of Utopia, much to her disgust and then she had to run the evacuation of Earth whilst still stopping everything going pear-shaped, then her husband died of old-age and she was totally distraught and tried to kill everyone and then she went around righting wrongs and saving planets, doing Dragon stuff and she never really had any time to just sit down, take a break and relax."
"Oh, poor her. She must have enjoyed being dead."
"Yes, they were some of the best points in her life. Calm, peaceful-ish filing."
She stepped into the room, knowing Blade was watching.
"Hello Jubilee. I'm here to fix the sunlight allergy."
The girl nodded wearily.
"Thanks."
"Now, close your eyes."
Her hands moved swiftly, knitting together a brilliant mesh of waves. It fitted like a suit over Jubilee then sank into her. Tora nodded slightly and then raised a finger. The window cracked open and sunlight poured onto Jubilee. From experiments, Tora knew she could prevent the deteriorating into dust if the blocks had gone wrong. But Jubilee was looking bored.
"Can I open my eyes now?"
"Yes."
The girl did and her mouth dropped open as she realised that the day was no longer forbidden territory to her. Tora smiled and slipped off a small pouch from her shoulder.
"This is mine. Enjoy."
She left as Jubilee sank her fangs into the pouch of blood, drinking deeply.
"Didn't she let Jubilee feed off her personally?"
"Yes. It dulled the hunt instinct."
"Jubilee?"
Her head snapped up faster than a human should be able to move.
"Curt? What are you doing here?"
"Coming to see you, doofus."
The door opened and Curt flipped in.
"Hi! Yeah… Well… Hi!"
"You've already said that."
"You aren't going to say hi back?"
"I'm dangerous Curt. You shouldn't be here. I feed on people."
"So do I."
"What?"
"I eat brains. You just drink blood."
She stared at him, her head tilted to one side.
"I suppose…"
"Hey, we're monsters on an island of genetic freaks? We gotta stick together."
She smiled slightly. He seemed to consider this an invitation to speak further.
"Er… Wanna go get ice-cream?"
"I… I don't really like human food… Did you just ask me on a date?"
"Yep!"
She blinked at him.
"I suppose we could go into the city. If you're ready to restrain me if I go insane and try to bite people. And we have to go in the dark. Your mom did a good job but I don't want to go outside until I'm absolutely sure."
"That's fine."
"So, how did you get Cyke to give me permission to leave?"
"Don't tell me he took a vampire into a crowded city without permission…"
"He did."
"I can't believe you just smuggled me out of Utopia!"
Curt grinned, his face lighting up.
"I know! Wasn't it great when I webbed up the security dude!"
"We're going to be in so much trouble…"
Curt's eyes were sparkling, one the ice-blue of Logan's, the other Tora's soft gold; the same shape as Wolverine's but with Tora's oval pupils.
"Ice-cream!"
"Hey! Freak!"
Curt stiffened and then grabbed Jubilee's hand and started tugging her along the street.
"Curt, what's wrong?"
"They're idiots from school. Like to tease me."
"Hey, whatcha doing with Freak? He's a weirdo, a creep. Mutters to himself all the time!"
Jubilee snarled and was severely tempted to spin around and bite them all. Instead she contented herself with a smirk, then grabbing Curt's shoulders, spinning him around and kissing him. He made an odd squeaking noise then started spluttering what sounded like 'help!' into her mouth but it was this or go and tear out the stupid humans' throats.
She pulled her head back and almost laughed at the dazed look on Curt's face.
"You okay?"
"Can we do that again?"
Jubilee did laugh at that, right before pressing her lips firmly to Curt's again. And this time he kissed back. He was rubbish, but then he had never been kissed before. Something she planned to remedy very, very soon. You know, given some time, he might end up being a half-way decent kisser…
"What, you mean the first kiss of the Romeo and Juliet of the twenty-first century was to stop Jubilee from biting some bullies?"
"I don't think you can call them Romeo and Juliet. They were more a comedy than a tragedy. Lysander and Hermia maybe…"