Jubilee knew there was a box for her from… well she didn’t know where; but she knew that a box was waiting for her!
~Up here!~
Jubilee instantly reacted to the voice she heard and went up the stairs to an unused library. She didn’t know who was calling her, but she knew that she had to go there. The door was locked. With a click it unlocked as Jubilee released the handle.
Inside was a court, like she saw in movies set in the middle ages. In the back was Jean in her Black Queen outfit, next to her was Laura in her Black Knight outfit. To the left was a white leather throne with some white seats next to it. To the right was a Red Throne, and seated next to it were Nori and Xi’an in red latex nun outfits.
“So you would make yourself a Queen?” Jean smiled from her throne, “KNEEL!”
Jubilee found herself kneeling against her will. Jean stood up and reached behind her. Jubilee could see what she took as she was forced to look down to the ground.
“I declare you the RED QUEEN, let all who look upon you tremble!” Jean placed a red tiara on Jubilee’s head, “Rise and attest yourself.”
“I am Jubilee, The Queen of the Hellfire Red Court!” Jubilee announced, “I swear myself and my court to Jean Grey, the Black Queen and Empress of the Hellfire!”
*
Hope was sitting on Logan’s lap much to his consternation.
“What the hell happened,” Hope moaned.
“You leached off Logan’s powers and got yourself a .3 blood alcohol level without even knowing it!” Racheal shouted in Hope’s ear.
“Bitch,” Hope muttered.
“I can’t help but feel that there is something more to all this,” Kitty said to Logan.
“I know,” Logan muttered.
“Do you think Mister Sinister is behind this?” Racheal asked.
“I can assure you that I am not.”
All four X-men looked down the bar at the man in a trench coat and fedora with a large margarita in his hand.
“Really?” Hope mumble, “Nawthn says badass villain like drinken Margari-tas.”
“I can assure you I am not here to do anything that would not be allowed in a public place under any sort of laws,” Mister Sinister said calmly, “There is something else at work here and I can assure you that it has a set of bull’s eyes on me as well.”
“Oh yeah?” Kitty was suspicious.
“Miss Pryor came to me in a seeming act of peace,” Mister Sinister looked down, “Then she tried to kill me and committed suicide. After she thought she killed me, she said ‘it is done master. I will obey.’ And she shoved her head into vat of acid.”
“So…” Hope didn’t know what else to say.
“Kill him, he’s lying!” Racheal said then slapped her hand over her mouth, “Did I just say that?”
“In deed you did.”
Mister Sinister got up and put a twenty down on the table and put his drink over it.
“I think that I need to find somewhere safe to hide,” He tipped his hat to the X-men.
*
Emma was lead all the way out to front of the Xavier Institute by Esme. In front her four other daughters waited. Sophie tossed an old pistol onto the ground in front of Emma. Emma took the pistol, crying, put it to her chest and pulled the trigger. Like drones the Cuckoos picked up their dead mother and put her in the back of a school’s bus. They drove off to a grave yard. They found an open tomb. They rolled the humiliated White Queen’s body into the tomb and walked away.
“So like what are we doing in a grave yard?” Esme asked looking around.
“I can’t help but feel like I have been here before,” Sophie said as a shiver ran throw her.“Oh, my god,” Cindee said, “This is where we had your funerals!”
“But,” Esme started.
“You really did die,” a voice stated from behind them, “Just like I just did.”
The Cuckoos looked behind them, Emma Frost, The White Queen stood before them. White latex catsuit, white leather corset, white thigh boots, white opera gloves, and a white leather cape.
“Come Princess’ we have to meet with our empress!” The White Queen ordered.
*
Jean sat on the black throne, Jubilee on the red, Emma took her place on the white throne. Sophie took a seat next to Emma, Celeste next to Jean, Irma next to Jubilee, Esme took a seat next to a Blue Throne and Phoebe next to green thrown.
“Next order of business,” Jean smiled, “Our kings. Logan will be the Black King. Jubilee I believe you will be up to the task. Charles will be the Red King.”