NEW FIC: Genesis: A Jubilee Story (1/1)
- Hi! Here's the next story of mine.. it's kind of a
"prequel" to the whole Scott/Jubilee series...
Tell me what you think!! mrs_james_marsden@...
Disclaimer: I don�t own the X-Men... Stan Lee does...
Note: I know Jubilee�s parents were killed and she�s
really from Beverly Hills in the comic book, but this
is movie-versed and so her past was not established.
Genesis: A Jubilee Story
I hate my sister. She was so young and immature and
lacked dignity, and common sense. She�s the reason
that I left. The reason why I ran away from home.
Well, partially. My family in general is so
unsupportive of me. When I found out about my mutant
powers, they weren�t there for me. They only isolated
me and I felt like a stranger in my own home. It was
for the better that I left.
I didn�t tell anyone what I was planning. I didn�t
want anymore unnecessary attention. So I bottled
everything up and planned my escape for months. I
didn�t really know where I would go. Being in Chicago,
there really wasn�t a good place to go. So I decided
to set out for New York. That city was so full of
life, I figured it would be easy to find a place to
As the weeks and days passed, my day of leaving was
approaching. I had booked a train ticket that would
take me to New York State. I didn�t have enough to get
to New York City and so I took the one that would
bring me to Westchester. I supposed it was close
enough to where I wanted to go and I could make do
with what I could afford.
The week before I was going to run away, I began
packing my belongings secretly. I also wrote a short
note saying that it wasn�t working out here and I
hoped they were happier now that I was gone. I tucked
it under my pillow knowing they would find it once I
After much anticipation, the day had finally come. I
got the train ticket out from my sock drawer and put
it into my knapsack. I only had that backpack and a
small duffel bag with me, but it was enough to carry
the essentials: clothing, toothbrush, towel, a
portable CD player and a couple of my favourite CDs. I
left all the photos and memories of this life behind
me. I didn�t want any reminders.
I put on my yellow jacket and my new sunglasses.
Without looking back, I left for the train station to
start a new life. I arrived half an hour before the
train was to leave so I found my seat and got settled
for a long ride. After what seemed like an eternity,
the train pulled out of the station and I was on my
way. It was going to be approximately a 7 hour trip,
or so the conductor told me. I fell asleep for 2 of
the hours and woke up wondering if the people back
home found my note yet. I listened to my music for the
remaining hours and I finally heard the words I had
been waiting to hear form the conductor: �Next stop,
Winchester, New York.�
I gathered my bags and when the train pulled up to the
station, I got out and looked around at the large
station. It was a beautiful place and looked very
historic. I glanced up and noticed the gorgeous carved
ceiling above me. I walked around a bit more and
absorbed the new environment. I walked outside and the
sun was beginning to set. Without realizing it, I
walked right into somebody standing at the newsstand
�Oh! I�m so terribly sorry,� I apologized as I looked
up at the man in front of me.
�That�s okay,� he replied with a smile. I thought to
myself how gorgeous this man was. His smile was so
kind and genuine, I felt compelled to talk to him. So
I approached him and asked him to direct me to an
affordable hotel that I could stay at. He asked me why
I didn�t go home and I explained to him my situation.
He looked at me sympathetically and offered me a place
I was hesitant at first but he clarified that it was a
school for the gifted and there were other people my
age living there as well. I agreed and he introduced
himself as Scott Summers while we walked to his
motorcycle. I held on tight behind him, both to my bag
and Scott�s waist.
We soon pulled up to an enormous mansion behind
wrought-iron gates. Scott parked his motorcycle in the
garage, which held a large number of vehicles, and
helped me with my bag. I couldn�t help but ask him why
he was wearing sunglasses when it was so dark outside.
He smiled at me and told me to watch. He led me to the
side and aimed his gaze at a deserted wooded area. He
lifted his sunglasses and an intense red beam of light
shot out of his eyes. He put his sunglasses back on
and turned to me, expecting a look of horror. Instead,
a smile spread across my face. I stepped forward and
held out my hands. As I knew it would, my �fireworks�
started to form. I controlled these orbs into a
powerful sphere, then changed them into streamer-like
shapes and directed them into the woods which it then
exploded a small tree. �Oops,� I said sheepishly.
Scott looked at me in awe. �You mean... you�re a
mutant too?� he asked in disbelief. I nodded
excitedly, now that I had found one of my own kind.
Granted he was older than me by a significant amount,
he was really handsome nonetheless.
He carried my duffel bag for me and brought me into
the mansion. We walked into an office where a bald man
in a wheelchair sat.
�Professor, this is Jubilee,� Scott told the man.
�Ah, Jubilee,� he replied, as if he knew me. �Welcome
to my school for the gifted. I understand you also
have mutant powers.� I was amazed at how he knew that
and the �Professor� explained that he was psychic. His
name was Charles Xavier and he had started this school
as a place where mutants could go to learn about their
powers and attend classes. He informed me that Scott
was one of the teachers here and that he would show me
to my room.
I thanked him and followed Scott up the main staircase
to one of the rooms. He opened the door and put my bag
on one of the beds. There were two other beds in the
room and I wondered who my roommates were. Scott
turned to leave as I thanked him again.
He smiled and said, �Enjoy your stay here Jubilee.�
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