Canadian Whiskey

Logan stood, leaning against the railing of the ferry as it crossed the water to the island. He was thinking about the file Xavier had given him. The more he thought about it, the more he believed Sabertooth was responsible. Rape, mutilation, torture; they were definitely his M.O. The only thing Logan didn't understand was why so sloppy? Sabertooth usually took his time with his victims; to savor the pain and death. It usually took several days for his victims to be found, to give him time to leave the area, but these women were found almost immediately after their death. One was even found before she died, but it was too late to save her life.

The police had tried to get a description out of the woman, but Monster was all she would say. 'Definitely Sabertooth,' Logan thought. He took a puff of the cigar he had lit up when they boarded the ferry. He heard a shrill scream and whirled around in time to have two small children run by followed shortly by an exasperated father. The scene made him smile and his thoughts turned to Jubilee. 'Will Jubilee and I ever share that,' he questioned himself. His cock began to tighten and stretch upward in his jeans at the thought of her bearing his children. 'Would she want to have kids, least of all with him?' He was amazed at the direction his thoughts had taken. He tried to think of something else when Hank and Bobby joined him. He leaned against the railing again.

"Almost time to disembark," Hank said. Logan's only reply was a long stream of smoke blown from his nostrils. "Do you have any thoughts, Logan, on our plan of action," Hank asked.

"C'mon, Hank," Bobby began as he clapped Logan on the shoulder. "Our man here isn't a man of thinking. He's a man of action. Isn't that right, Logan?"

"If ya don't wanna be pullin' a nub back, you best be removin' your hand from my back . . . boy, or I'll show you what action without thinking will get ya," Logan replied without looking at him. Bobby quickly removed his hand and leaned on the railing.

"Anything you want to talk about, Logan? A penny for your thoughts," Hank asked. Logan knew he was talking about Jubilee.

Logan glanced at him and, pushing away from the railing, said, "I'm not discussing her with anyone, least of all you two." He turned and walked away.


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Jubilee awoke to a knock on her door. She moved to get up and noticed a few aches. Her body may be sore, but she was deliciously satisfied.

There was another knock, more insistent this time. "Just a minute. I'm coming," she called to the door. She looked around for her panties, but remembered she'd had her bikini on. She grabbed a robe from the back of a chair and, putting it on, opened the door.

It was one of the younger students, a blond freckle faced boy, which stood at her door. He was one of the new students. He was holding a single, long stemmed red rose and envelope out to her. She looked at the items then back at the boys face. He couldn't have been more than fifteen, but he was already tall; standing well over six feet.

"Go on, take'em. Some guy dropped'em off. Said they was for you," he said to her.

"What did this guy look like, Dean," she asked.

"Muscle bound, hairy, mean-looking," he answered her. She got excited thinking of Wolverine and the possibility he may be back already. She took the items and, thanking the boy, shut her door. She sniffed the rose and laid it on her dresser. She opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of white paper. There was just a short sentence followed by his signature on the paper.

Meet me at the cave. Wolvie.

There was a cave in the forest on the estate that she had discovered with him when they'd gone hiking one day. She had used it to flee from everyone she'd had an argument with at the mansion, but he'd always find her there. She turned the paper over and there was another short sentence.

Tell no one.

She thought it was a little odd for him and it wasn't his handwriting, but it could be the person's at the florist. She shrugged her shoulders. Her body flushed and her pussy swelled in anticipation. She put the paper and envelope on the dresser next to the rose and, removing the robe, she showered; paying special attention to her sex to make sure she was clean.

Finishing her shower, she quickly dried off and threw the towel in the hamper. Walking to her closet, she picked out a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a t-shirt she had picked up at Flaming Lips concert. Grabbing a bra and panties from her underwear drawer, she quickly dressed. Sliding her feet into a pair of flip-flops, she opened a canister on her dresser and pulled out a few condoms and stuck them in her back pocket.

"Better to be prepared, than caught unaware," she said in a sin-song voice. She turned out the light and pulled the door closed. Starting down the corridor, she saw Gambit as he was coming out of Rogue's room. He was slowly and quietly closing the door. She assumed Rogue was asleep, she couldn't think of any reason he would be sneaking out. Sneaking up behind him she said, "Going somewhere, Gumbo?"

He jumped, but didn't scream. He turned around to face her, hand drawn back with one of his playing cards glowing pink like a neon sign. He recognized her and said, "Ah, petit, it jus' you." His glowing red eyes unnerved her at first, but now she hardly noticed them.

"She gave you a right fair workout, did she," Jubilee asked, leaning against the wall.

He smiled at her as he leaned against the wall on the other side of the door and replied, "Not as much as you did your little toy, non?"

She blushed from her head to her toes. "Was I that loud," she asked.

He shook his head Yes as he replied, "Oui, but is good for da soul, petit." He looked her up and down and asked, "Goin' somewhere?"

She shrugged her soulders and said, "Just walking." She smiled big at him and walked past him to the top of the stairs. Descending them, she looked around as she stepped to the front door and opened it. Seeing now one around, she left the mansion and walked towards the West end of the treeline. She took her time in case anyone saw her. Once she entered the tree line, she took off her shoes and picked them up. With one in each hand she took off at a run, careful to watch for rocks or anything that could hurt her feet.

Logan had taught her to run like this. She was nowhere as fast as him, but she could hold her own with anyone else at human speed. She had run for several miles, her lungs burning with the need for oxygen, when she slowed down and then finally stopped running, but continued to walk. Coming to a fallen tree and her breathing under blessed control, she allowed herself to rest and sat down on the tree.

After resting a few minutes, she stood to leave, but the sound of a snapping twig came from behind her. She turned around and tried to see if anyone was there and she called, "Wolvie? Is that you?" Then she felt it' a presence behind her.

Before she could move, something had a hold of her around the throat, cutting her air off. She reached up, grabbing the arm of the hand holding her. She felt hot breath on her ear as he spoke.

"Not Wolvie, bitch." She realized her mistake just as the blackness washed over her and she lost consciousness.