Venting

[theonavarro]

It was 2:30 in the morning, almost everyone was asleep, a young Asian girl tiptoed out of her room and down the stairs, she couldn't take the elevator because of that loud *ding* sound that it made, she didn't want anyone to know where she was going.
She looked round a corner, no one seemed to be there, she headed down the small stairwell and made her way to the subbasement. It was 2 stories down and she knew that the walk back up would totally wipe her out, it always did. She almost slipped on a step and clung on to the banister, if she fell now, no one would know where she was, if she got hurt, no one would be able to hurt her. She continued with caution, suddenly aware of how dim the lights were, she stopped on the nearest landing and conjured up some balls of energy, one blue, oner green and one red, they danced round her, she sent another one down the stairs, she didn't like the dark, not at all.


Jubilee finally made it to the bottom, the subbasement was lit by powerful halogens, she held out her hand and absorbed the energy globules. She quietly walked towards the danger room control center, unsure if anyone was down here, luckily enough for her, the danger room was noise proofed, so even if someone WAS down here, she could vent in piece.


She winced at the small hiss the door made as it opened, she looked round, still no one, she sighed with relief and walked into the control, closing the door behind her. The control panels were easy to operate, what Bill Gates would call 'user friendly', she set in on an easy course, just a few security drones, that should be enough for her, no one knew about her secret night-time battles, she did this around twice a week, to release stress, or at least, thats what she told herself. No-one would believe that perky little Jubilation Lee would have anything to vent over, that she had any problems. Jubilee walked down to the danger room, she cracked her knuckles and rolled her neck, she was ready for a scrap. wolverine would be proud she thought, and giggled at that.

The first two drones came out of the holes that appeared in the walls, her hands started to glow, Jubee was in da house, and she didn't plan on leaving any time soon.

[theonavarro]

Jubilee watched as the danger room transformed into what looked like a battle zone. She hurried behind an overturned truck, two drones would be easy, but she knew there were more. She peered up above the truck, it felt oddly real for a hologram, she saw the drones with their backs turned. An idea occurred to her, she decided to create a diversion, she threw a firework behind a torched car, around 10 feet away from the nearest drone, they both automatically rushed to the flashing lights and loud sounds. Jubilee jumped out from behind the overturned truck and blasted them both from behind. One was totaled, hitting a jagged spike, the other got back up, its movements slightly jerky now, she saw another robot to the left from the corner of her eye, she sent a few fireworks at the already damaged robot. They tore up its chest, wires and shreds of metal flying, she turned towards the other drone, ready to blast the bejesus out of it, but was struck from behind.


She cried out and sank to her knees, she had forgotten to check behind her, she quickly scampered out of the way of a metallic foot, she tried to get to her feet but slipped, she was hit from behind again, she turned round, lying on her back now, and blasted the drone that was attacking her, it flew back wards, she didn't have time to check if she had finished it or not, as the other drone, the third one that she had spotted, had caught up with her by now, and was beginning to lash out at her, she rolled out of the way until her back was against a large rock, she managed to get up on her knees as it approached her, she sent fireworks at its face, trying to damage its sensors.


She got up now and limped to the left, she sent more fireworks at the robot, until finally it stopped moving. She sighed, that was all of them, or so she thought, the robot who she had blasted before came hobbling back, with two more at its heels, Jubilee sighed, she still had enough rage and anger to finish them off. jubilee saw a pile of ruined cars next to where the robots where, jubilee smiled, a grim smile, no doubt about it, she had a savage look in her eyes, one that only emerges at times like this, when sh e is alone at night, battling her demons, or should i say, her security drones. She blasted the bottom car and they toppled onto the drones, crushing them. She laughed, a small tinkling laugh, not unlike a little girls. the danger room returned to normal, the danger room returned to its regular state, its four grey walls, its plain, silver floor. She sighed and went to get showered, that was one rough session, she walked out, the bondage-esque x-man uniform drowning her in sweat, she knew she would back later on in the week, she needed to, this was her fix, she didn't care for drugs or alcohol, all she needed was the adrenaline rush of a fight. She was changing, she wasn't just the all-American-girl mall rat, she was turning into an x-man... No, that wasn't right, she was turning into... into... well, the only word for it was a freedom fighter, she didn't fight for the freedom of mutants anywhere, she fought for her own freedom, and the freedom of her friends, the x-men.


Being just a student, she wasn't supposed to use the danger room unsupervised, but she wanted to train, to become an x-men, she hoped that that would fill the void inside her that shopping never could, that her perkiness could be real then, instead of a front to hide her insecurities. She wasn't Jubilation Lee, not inside, her name was Jubilee, and she would wear it with pride.

[theonavarro]

Jubilee stepped out of the shower, her uniform was back in it's place, no one would know that it had been moved. She walked towards her locker, she had a towel round her, even though she was alone, her wet hair clung to her back, she opened her locker and looked in the mirror, she sighed and touched her reflection, a streak of doubt flashed through her mind, she doubted so many things right now, too many to think about at this hour. She brushed those thoughts aside, "I'll just have to deal with those later..." she whispered into the emptiness of the locker room.

Minutes later she walked out, her hair toweled dry and in a neat ponytail, she continued to creep towards the stairwell, yawning silently. She made her way up the stairs slowly, unable to rush, oblivious to the time. She knew it was too early for anyone to be awake yet, she could still creep into bed and grab two hours worth of sleep. She looked up and yet again noticed how dim the lights were, she made a few energy globules and they twirled round her, even with her increasing fatigue, she still had full control over her powers, her late night training sessions were paying off, she continued up, gripping onto the banister for support, she looked up through the stairwell, only a bit more and she'd be in the main mansion.

It had taken her forty-five minutes to get up the stairs, she creeped back into her room and crawled into bed. She soon fell into the sweet embrace of sleep, her dreams haunted by twisted versions of danger room drones, of the Brotherhood and what she had heard had happened on Alcatraz. Jubilee slept, but she did not rest, her dreams, so vivid, so... so... so real, they didn't allow her to rest. Jubilee woke up the next morning, she had to go back to the danger room tonight...