Who: Jubilee and Mewtwo What: kidnapping When: early monday afternoon Where: Jubilee's gym, a Cerebus building Rating: R Status: complete
Jubilee twisted through the air, catching onto the other bar and nearly losing her grip. She recovered, but if this had been a competition, that would have washed her out. She flipped, and landed, before bouncing off the mat and grabbing a bottle of water with a scowl.
The doors were guarded by two men each, all wearing darkened face masks to protect against Jubilee’s powers. Monica checked the darts in her gun one last time before she opened the door, moving toward the gymnast with purpose. She shot her coach first, and he went down with a solid thus. She smiled at Jubilee. “Hello again. How’s the stomach?”
“Oh fuck no.” Jubilee threw out her hands, filling the air between them with exploding light and sound. Simultaneously, she flipped back, springing off the extra bounciness of the mat and using it to her advantage.
Monica backed up, yelling at the sensory overload. She fired wildly, but hit nothing but air. She snarled and ejected her clip, replacing it with a new one before trying to get Jubilee in her sights. She liked to give these things a personal touch.
Swinging around a dangling bag, Jubilee bolted for the exit. She threw a ball of light into an overhead light, and it sparked before crashing down on one of the henchmen!
Monica yelled in German at the men and they converged on Jubilee, shooting darts at her and (to Monica’s chagrin), each other. She chased Jubilee out to door, firing another couple rounds at her. “Lock down ze building! Don’t let her escape.”
Darts whizzed past her and Jubilee zigged and zagged, using whatever obstacles she could to put some distance between her and her pursuers. She was scrambling up a fence like an acrobat when something bit into her shoulder. Losing her grip, she fell down. She had enough consciousness left to paff into one of the henchgoon’s faces, before she passed out.
Monica shot the injured man with a tranquilizer. “Collect the unconscious ones. They’ll be my new lab rats. Make sure you leave plenty of clues for the hounds. We want them to catch our scent, after all.” The men did as they were told, and Monica walked out of the building, a cheerful smile on her face.
Jubilee was swimming through darkness. She groaned, groping for consciousness.
Monica had her strapped down to a bed. She was in the room but ignoring Jubilee for now. Her new subjects were prepped for testing. Most of them were her own men, but they were the best subjects. They’d already proven their commitment to the cause, and if she could only get them to survive the grafting process they would make the best soldiers.
A Liszt rhapsody was playing, the upbeat piano music in stark contrast with the cold and sterile room. Monica hummed along here and there as she took down starting vitals for her subjects.
The mutant peeked an eye open, trying to look around without revealing she was awake. If she could just point a finger...
Monica didn’t even look toward Jubilee. “Ze rate of breath increases when someone is awake, compared to ven zey are asleep. Your heartbeat is also elevated, Frau Lee. Do not worry, this time I am not interested in you as a specimen. You have played your part in the coming war.”
“We don’t want a fuckin’ war!” Jubilee flailed her fingers, hoping to blind Monica or something. But nothing happened. She groaned, and wished she was a vampire. Come on.. Vampy powers. Point teeth. Strength! She strained against the bonds, and they creaked. She had been paler lately, but it was going to slow that she didn’t know if that was just because she didn’t go outside as much. She was still a little sun sensitive.
The bonds creaked again. “Shiz....”
Monica eyed Jubilee, pressing her lips together thoughtfully. She made her way over, pulling extra restraints out to make sure Jubilee couldn’t escape. “Zere will be a war. It is inevitable. One of your kind is already pregnant, and early tests indicate zat it is at least a carrier for your brand of mutation. Do you think real humans will welcome your kind? War or submission are your only options.” She strapped Jubilee down further, patting her hand. “Do not think I want to hurt you, but I will not let humanity fall to your kind. You’re invaders, aliens.”
She rolled her eyes. "You shot me once, of course you wanna hurt me, biatch. We just wanna live our lives. Do you really think we aren't used to this? Prejudice an' hatred? Look at what's going on with gay people, or minorities. Same thing happened to mutants in our dreams. Stepped all over. But we don't wanna fight, we don't wanna make humanity fall." Jubilee laughed. "I ain't an alien, chica. I'm human. Just like you, except evolution gave me an extra gene."
Jubilee craned her neck to try to get a better look at her surroundings. "See, we have this dream. Coexistence. Tolerance. That's all we ever wanted. We aren't gonna just roll over, but you're bringing the fight to us. We just wanna live like anybody else does."
“Hmmm, sure, you want that, and maybe all the current generation of what do you call yourselves, dreamers? Maybe all the dreamers want cohabitation. But will your children, and your grandchildren? Will the children of dreamers be pacifists who dream of peace, or warriors who want to remake the world in their own image?” She patted Jubilee’s forehead. “I shot you to prove a point, not because I wanted to. If I intended to hurt you, I would be doing that instead of chatting.” She went back to her patients, checking over them one last time before testing began.
“You could say the same about baseline humans,” Jubilee pointed out. “There’s no difference between you an’ me except you’re a sadistic bitch.” Okay, was there a god of vampires. Because she would willingly take that power right now to stop this.
“I don’t care if humans destroy each other. That is good for the species to weed out the weak. You are too powerful, your abilities are too unnatural for you to do anything but upset the natural order. I understand that you didn’t ask for this, but I also understand that your kind will end our kind, and I cannot allow that, whether it happens now or a hundred and fifty years from now.” She shrugged as she began injecting something into the IV lines of each subject.
“It’s like arguing with a dumbfuck,” Jubilee muttered. “Too dense with your head too far up your ass to see the daylight. What are you trying to replicate our powers? That never ends well. Didn’t you read Frankenstien, or would you like me to rattle off the number of times someone tries that. Oh oh I know, chica! How about all the terrible, evil monsters that tried to blow up earth only to have people like me, and ME stop them! Or do you think what happened in Vegas will stay in Vegas, huh? It was one of us that stopped it.”
“I would not be replicating your abilities if they were of no use. It’s not your existence that bothers me, personally, but your unchecked growth. What happened in Vegas is exactly why your kind need to be eradicated.” She made her way back over to Jubilee, laughing lightly. “You should rest again. Our guests will be here soon.” She picked up another syringe and fed that one into Jubilee’s IV. “Sleep well.”
“Without people like us..without heros...it wouldn’t have stopped with Vegas...” Jubilee tried to fight it. Her eyes flared red, and then she was unconscious.
Monica patted her head again and tucked her in. “Without your people here, it wouldn’t have happened at all.”