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Duncan's mistake part 1

To say that Bobby was pissed was an under statement, the next week he gave everyone the cold shoulder, he wouldn't look anyone in the eye, he locked himself in his room hours on end blasting out his loud music throughout the mansion. To say that the other mutants were tired of Bobby's attitude was an understatement, Logan had threatened to kill Bobby and would if have if not for the others holding him back. Jean had tried to talk to Bobby, but when she received no answer she had a fit which meant the professor had to pay to rebuild the kitchen, Scott angry at Bobby for being angry at Jean destroyed the danger room in a fit of rage. The new recruits became depressed without their prank-master leader.

(At school)

Bobby was walking along a random path in Bayville high school, wondering without thought waiting for his next class while keeping away from the institute mutants.

"Bobby!"

Groaning he turned round to find Jubilee sprinting up to him.

"Hi Jubes."

"Bobby, come and have lunch with us please? You've been grouchy all week, come and have some fun."

"Jubilee I…"

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Spinning around they found themselves facing Duncan Mathew's younger brother, Robert, and his jock friends.

"Robert, what the hell do you want?"

"You know, my family have always been pissed off about you freaks putting Duncan in prison. I think it's high time for a little bit of revenge. Get 'em lads."
the jocks cracked their knuckles as they advanced on Bobby and Jubilee, sadly though the jocks had another thing coming. Jubilee sent a powerful jet of fireworks at one of the jocks, hitting him squarely in the chest sending him flying backwards knocking another jock back. Bobby reverting to his cocky old self, froze several jocks in an ice block up to their necks and started to laugh at their misfortune.

"Hahahahaha, who's next then?"

"Me."

WHACK

From behind someone brought a heavy object over his head making fall to the ground in a heap, before losing consciousness he sees the jocks swarm over Jubilee then nothing.

The next thing Bobby knew was he was in a very cold place (not that it bothered him as his body was constantly cold), drips of water could be heard in the distance and he could hear faint crying. Raising his head and opening his eyes, he immediately regretted it as his began to pound from the hit on the head. Looking round the place, it looked like an abandoned warehouse, the windows were either boarded up or too filthy to see through, several tables and chairs littered the place but most frightening was the table in front of him which had several blades on top, with his feet on the table and swinging on the chair was Robert Mathews. Trying to move, he realised he couldn't, looking down he noticed his arms were tied to the arm rests and several ropes went round his waist and chest along with his legs also tied to the chair. Groaning he realised he was in deep trouble this time.

"B…Bobby?"

Jubilee was in the chair behind and tied to him and his chair.

"Jubes, are you alright?"

"Im fine but…"

"Thank god you're alright. I thought you were dead, that would leave out the fun."

Robert had stood up and walked over to the tied up prisoners.

"Now, we are going to have some fun once our guest has arrived."

Without warning, he punched Bobby across the face with a sinister crack.

"FUCK, YOU BROKE MY NOSE YOU BASTARD."

Bobby tired to freeze him but realised he couldn't.

"Don't strain yourself, we gave a power suppressor pill, thank god for Worthington industries."

Walking round to Jubilee he held her chin in his hand.

"Such a lovely girl, shame you're a freak."

"Let her go Robert, it's me you want."

Another sinister crack echoed round the warehouse as Robert brought his fist once more against Bobby's face.

"In good time my friend. Ah here they are."

Across the room the doors opened and stepped in several of Robert's jock mates and behind was a shock to Bobby, Duncan Mathews.

"Shit, this is going to be a long day."

To be continued