Creed's Firecracker | By : Polymer Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 4069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Meeting Jubes
Disclaimer: I don't own X men, Marvel Comics does! This is FANFICTION, not for profit, but for entertainment only! This applies to ALL the following chapters as well!!!
In front of the X mansion Creed traced them at a discrete distance. His nose wrinkled, as he smelled something. What was a frail doing out here? He frowned as he stopped the Humvee and climbed out. Two frails, and a tin man. Coming close.
Of course he was in the X mansion's territory. Masking his scent with that high tech group that Maverick had given his way. The runt couldn't smell him a mile away cause of it. Made it less fun. He slid alongside the fence and followed the smell of the two frails, and hid.
"Pete, I don't like this… Logan looked so… distant when he came back…"
"He has his reasons," Peter Rasputin said as he walked by with Kitty.
"But they were so…"
He waited as they disappeared, and another scent joined his. A young scent that was gliding past quickly. Delicious, and mingled with the runts and that of Yum Yum. Licking his lips he wondered whom it was, and then smiled wickedly. The kid. The little firebug herself.
"Guys, what's UP with Wolvie?" she called. The smells of Kitty and Peter returned, and he heard their feet pounding.
"Did you hear…" came a German accented voice, and Creed almost sneezed at the scent of brimstone. It smelled familiar, almost like something in his past.
"Hear what… what's going on?"
"The professor and Polymer were talking," said Kurt softly. "She's going away…"
"Where?" Kitty asked.
"Shit, what's going on?"
"Shh," said Kurt. "From what I shouldn't have heard, Michelle has to go away. And Logan's going with her…"
"Where… what's…" Kitty trailed off.
"I think they mentioned Japan… but we're not supposed to know…"
"Michelle's from Japan… do you think…" trailed off Kitty.
"No way… they can't just up and leave… why are they…" Jubilee demanded. "And why didn't we know?"
"Please, meine freunden… the only details I can relate is that Michelle is having family problems and she's handing over leadership of X Men red to someone else… she doesn’t know how long she'll be away… and Logan won't either…"
"But they… they don't know that we know…" Kitty whispered.
"Say what?" asked Jubilee.
"She's part of clan Yashida, you dummies," whispered Kitty. "The computer files don't lie. It's like we thought all along… she's probably going to help the family kick butt…"
"What do you know about…" Jubilee hissed.
"Enough to know that Yashida's a big family, and they're in some kinda trouble with the Japanese mob. They could be in a big mess," said Kitty. "We have to help them…"
"Katya, they don't want us interfering… they'll know we…"
"Well tough, cause I'm gonna book a one way ticket to Japan now, on Travelocity… and if you guys have ANY sense you're gonna come with me…"
"Nein Katschen you cannot…" Kurt trailed off.
"Stop me or come along, your choice," Kitty hissed. The Bamf sound was accompanied by the receding scents and Creed laughed inwardly.
"Getting more an more fun," he nodded. Another series of smells told him that someone else was watching, and he tucked himself into the trees as he waited for the runt and Yum Yum to exit the mansion.
***
Kitty Pryde had packed her suitcase. She zipped up her jacket and put on her sunglasses, picking up the case. The door opened, and Peter Rasputin was standing in her way.
"And where do you think you're going?"
"Out," she said.
"But they've already left… there is nothing you can…"
He was trying to get in her way as she phased through him. "You can't stop me, Peter… the taxi's almost here…"
"But you can't…"
"They already left in the minijet…" Kitty snapped as he rushed down the stairs after her. "Now are you gonna help me or not…"
"Kitty I cannot condone this…"
"Then scram… I'll go with our without you!" Kitty snapped.
"Katya!" Peter cried as she phased through the walls, and out of his grasp. She climbed into the taxi, and he rushed after it as it squealed off.
"Kitty!" he yelled.
Kurt materialized outside the mansion, carrying two suitcases. "I was afraid of this," he said as he watched the receding taillights of the taxi.
"I can't believe… I couldn’t' stop her…"
"That's why you and I must go after her," said Kurt. "Professor X told us. We're a team. Surely Logan won't like it… but…"
"What's this… you've packed me a bag?"
"Ja, and we have two tickets on the next flight to Tokyo," said Kurt.
"And that's not all, mes ami," Gambit said as he trotted down the front steps. "Remy's goin' along…"
"Now I know this is insane," Peter sighed as he took the bag kurt handed him.
"Professor's orders," said Nightcrawler. "Gambit's skills may come in handy. His family has knowledge of the Yakuza's skills…"
"Bein' a tief has its perks, no? So are we ready t' go?" Gambit asked as he slid cards into his long brown coat. "Da car awaits…"
"I hope we won't piss Logan off…" mumbled Colossus as he picked up the suitcases and followed Gambit.
***
"Hey wait for me!" Jubilee yelled as she rushed after them.
"Petit, don't make dis any harder," said Gambit as he put her suitcase out of the trunk of his sportscar.
"You can't go, Liebchen, it's too dangerous!"
"And Kitty can?" Jubilee snapped hands on her hips as she grabbed her suitcase and tossed it in the trunk.
"We don't have time for this, malishka, you can't go…"
"Logan and Michelle are my friends, and teammates I can't just…" Jubilee protested as Colossus climbed into the passenger seat next to Gambit, and Nightcrawler put her suitcase out of the trunk. The engine roared into life, and Gambit started to pull out.
"Petit, stay put, and dat's an order…"
"You're NOT the boss of me!" she snapped. She seized it from him and planted it back in.
"Your problem," Gambit said. "Let's go… we already late…"
"You can't leave me behind…" Jubilee huffed as she ran around and stood in front of the sportscar.
"Jubilee, get outta da way!" Remy huffed.
"I'll stand here till you take me!" Jubilee yelled, arms spread out.
"Let me handle this," Kurt whispered as he teleported away. At the last minute he grabbed Jubilee from behind and tugged her out of the way. Gambit pulled out with a squeal of tires and shot out onto the driveway.
"Hey!" Jubilee cried.
"Liebchen, please we must do this…" he whispered as he kissed her cheek. She snorted in protest as brimstone filled her nostrils.
Nightcrawler was gone that next second, and she saw her suitcase tossed out of the car as it passed around again, and circled away. Angrily she grabbed it, and started to race behind them on her rollerblades. "You get back here you…"
"Au revior, petit… be brave!" Gambit's voice drifted to her as she struggled to keep up.
Slinging her suitcase over her shoulder she pushed her hands behind her, and let loose with a streak of pyro that pushed her ahead. Faster and faster she shot forwards, and the taillights of Gambit's car were visible.
"Show you jerk oids to leave ME behind," she snorted as she hunkered down, and reached for the back bumper.
However a burst of speed from the car shot out a cloud of exhaust and Jubilee was forced to let go. She coughed as she was again outpaced.
Gasping and coughing she felt her skates jerk out from under her, and she was out of control. Rolling over the side of the road into the ditch. Dirt filled her mouth, and her suitcase went flying as she lay still against the side of the road.
***
Slowly she blinked, coming to as she felt the cold air around her. It was far later than she realized for the stars were out, and the moon was slipping behind the dark clouds. Shivering she felt the throbbing in her head and tried to move her arms and legs.
"Great move, Jubes," she mumbled. She reached for her communicator, and found a few busted pieces. No doubt it had broken when she tumbled out of control.
Here she was at least a mile or so from the mansion. She glanced at her watch, and saw it was nine at night. How long had she been out? At least an half-hour. A trickle of something dribbled down her forehead and she realized it was blood when she trailed a finger through it and tasted it. Her helmet and padding had protected her, but she heard a ringing in her ears, and realized she was bleeding from several places.
"Great," she mumbled, feeling woozy as she stumbled to the roadway, trying to keep her balance. She moved back and found her suitcase, battered but intact. Nothing more to do but try and blade back to the mansion and hope that Rogue or Storm could notice she was gone and help her.
Shaky legs made it hard to steady herself. She felt her balance going, and she slid into the gravel by the roadside as she tried to stop herself from falling dangerously. Moaning she rolled to sit up, and glanced left and right. Was that a light from an oncoming car? Surely it was dangerous to have a stranger give her a ride, but hey, she was an X man. If any trouble happened, she could paff them and…
She sat up; glancing as the car pulled to a stop, and she realized someone had seen her. The reflective strips on her padding and her neon coat were unmistakable as she sat there on the guardrail. The large shape pulled up, and the window slid down. She glanced up at the blonde man sticking his head out.
"Hey what the hell are ya doin' on the side of da road, frail?" he yelled. "Doncha know it's friggin nine at night."
"Scuse me," she mumbled. "But I kinda need someone to call like the police. Do you have a cell phone…"
"I can give ya a ride, girly… ya shouldn't be out at dis time o' night all by yer lonesome," said the gruff voice that sounded vaguely like Logan's.
His eyes were covered by shades, and the lights of the humvee were bright. "I don't take rides from strangers…"
"Hey, here's my phone girly… you make a call, an I'll wait wit ya," came a laugh. She caught the object as he tossed it out. Sighing she punched the X mansion and tried to get a dialtone.
"Hello… someone pick up," she said.
"What's da matter, nobody at home?" he asked. She noticed that the door was open, and he was sitting in the front seat.
"Hi it's Jubes… I'm gonna call the police now… I'm waiting by the side of Grimalken lane with some dude…"
She said to the machine. Then she dialed the police and gave her information. Still the engine of the Humvee rumbled as the mysterious blonde guy waited, the radio turned onto the local rock station.
"Take yer time girly," he said.
"Here's your phone, mister," she said as she wobbled to her feet and tossed it back. "Thanks. I'm just gonna wait for the police…"
"Kinda cold ain't it?" he asked.
"Sorry dude but no thanks…" she said as he opened the door.
"Suit yerself. I'm gonna wait here till the cops show. Frail like you shouldn't be out here. No telling what sickos could come an' cause yer pretty ass trouble," he said.
"Dude, just chill, okay," Jubilee mumbled. Creed tossed a blanket out, and she grabbed it, realizing he knew what she was thinking, and was honoring her wariness. The blanket made a better seat. Minutes passed and she sat, and so did the guy in the Hummer. He was sipping on a bottle of water, and she caught the one he threw out at her, trying not to appear too desperate as the minutes crept into a half-hour.
"Don't look like anyone's coming. Ya sure ya don't wanna ride?"
"No thanks…" she mumbled, feeling faint. She raised her hands as she saw him climb across the seat and step out, his steel-toed boots hitting the pavement. He was tall, and his hair was shoulder length. Something about him gave her the creeps as he approached her.
Another vehicle was approaching, and he turned towards the sound. Jubilee saw him tense, and heard him growling. "Shit… just perfect…"
"Police are here… I'm just gonna go now…" Jubilee murmured.
"Dat ain't da police, frail…" he mumbled.
"Get off it," she mumbled as he turned, standing and blocking her view of the other vehicle pulling up. It was a massive shape, larger than the HUMVEE and certainly not a typical police vehicle.
"Dat ain't the police, ya stupid skirt," he muttered as he reached down, and snatched Jubilee up. "If ya wanna live, come with me quiet like…"
"Let me go you dweeb!" Jubilee yelled as she kicked and screamed.
Victor Creed grabbed her and the suitcase and tossed her into the front seat. "Shaddup girl, I ain't kidding around… unless ya wanna get waisted, shut up and sit still…"
"Let me outta here or I'll…"
"Shut up," Creed hissed, putting his hand over her mouth as the vehicle pulled up, and he belted her into the seat.
She gasped when she heard someone rolling down a window, and Creed slid his window up. A face poked out, and she saw its visored helmet looking at Creed. "You need help, mister?"
"Nah, just helping out the kid," he said. Jubilee kicked against him but he held his hand over her mouth, and pulled her body alongside his tightly.
"IF you're smart you'll let her go…" said the voice, and Jubilee's eyes widened at a gun muzzle. Whoever it was, it wasn't the police.
"Eat my shit," he muttered, and then a gunshot made Jubilee scream against his hand. Creed jammed on the gas, still holding her mouth with his hand that gripped her body. The HUMVEE peeled out, and she heard gunshots cracking all around them.
"Oh shit, oh shit, what the hell is going on!" she yelled.
"Shut up and stay still if ya wanna live…" Creed snarled at her.
"Who the HELL are you?"
"An old friend of yer buddy Michelle…" he laughed.
"Now I know you're full of shit," Jubilee snapped as she tried to free her hands.
"I ain't lying, frail. Dose idiots are way worse then me… and since you were stupid enough to poke your nose into this sitch, you're stuck with me for the ride," he snarled as he reached out, and pushed her down.
She yelped as he pulled out a gun and fired out the window. The car lurched, and Creed yanked the wheel to the side. "Who the hell are they?"
"Hydra, kid," he mumbled. "Believe me, I'm a Boy Scout compared to dose assholes…"
"Sure you're a regular NICE guy…" she snorted.
"If you wanna get your pretty self outta here and help yer friends, you'll help ME," Creed snapped. "Get those fireworks of yours ready when I give the say so…"
"How do you KNOW…"
"I'm not stupid, frail. I seen you and da X men training…"
"But…"
"I'm an old buddy of Wolverines… he and me go WAYY back," he said.
"Oh yeah like I'll believe THAT," Jubilee snapped. She yelped as a bullethole exploded the glass beside her, and she raised her hands to paff at the helmeted shape aiming a gun at her. The world exploded, and Creed tugged the steering wheel around to the left.
***
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