Well, that was fast. Hehe-I'm like Pietro, only with words. I don't know.
I've had too many sugar canes tonight.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Dawn Morbid!
Scott pulled up to Duncan's house in his flashy-but-not-too-flashy red sports car. Kitty hopped out of the back seat. She was dressed up as a genie, with a pink belly top without sleeves, and matching pink baggy pants.
Scott, on the other hand, was dressed like a giant G.I. JOE doll. Army commando, which totally matched his stern look.
Jean exited the car from her usual passenger seat. She was a fairy tale princess, in a light pink, puffy dress, and a beautiful silver tiara. Around her neck she wore a silver necklace with a rose on it; a gift from her parents on her sixteenth birthday.
Kurt had gotten stuck with the last costume at the costume shop, courtesy of his procrastination. He was dressed as a hippie, which was apparently the most popular costume of the year for reasons Kurt couldn't understand.
Evan was the last to exit the car, dressed as a pirate with a billowy white shirt and a foil sword.
Rogue and Dawn had left earlier on, saying they were getting a ride with some friends. Neither of them had been dressed up when they left the Institute.
Inside the Matthews' house, the party was definitely underway. Kids were laughing and dancing, or listening as Duncan retold one of his football stories, which had many times been repeated.
Jean looked for Dawn and Rogue, but caught no sight of them anywhere. Then she realized that she was in a sea of costumes; millions of masks filled the house. Rogue and Dawn could be anywhere or anyONE.
She was just about to go over to talk to Duncan, when she saw Rogue right in front of her.
Jean gasped; startled. "Rogue! I didn't see you there. Where's Dawn?"
Rogue, who was fully dressed in a black witch's costume, looked distraught. "Oh, she had te'h get away fer a minute. Ah guess Ah didn' tell yeh.." Rogue looked at Jean's costume with sudden disapproval.
"Tell me what?" Jean was puzzled with Rogue behavior.
"Dawn's sister, Tonya, was always a princess for Halloween."
Jean gulped.
"Dawn saw yeh in tha' costume an' nearly fainted. She looked pretty angry, so Ah told her the go cool down." Rogue looked around expectantly. "She should be aroun' here somewhere."
Jean was beginning to look uncomfortable. It had been weeks since Dawn had lost it; they had all began to think it was a thing of the past. Now, to have this happen-It was definitely not a good thing.
"Umm...I think I need to use the bathroom. I'll see you later, Rogue." Jean hurried away from the gothic witch.
She ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She looked down at the ground. Someone had made a mess of crumpled paper, which were thrown all over the floor. Jean bent over to pick them up when she noticed that there was writing all over them. She unfolded one of them.
'Tonya will PAY for what she did to me.' Jean read, eyes widening. 'This life of exile is HER doing. Tonight is the last!'
Jean picked up another piece of crumpled mess. 'Princess will reign no more!'
'I will make sure that she is DEALT with.'
'REVENGE!!'
Jean was getting more frightened by the minute. 'What if Dawn was more psychotic than we thought? What if she has convinced herself that I am her sister, Tonya, who betrayed her? What if she decided to do MORE than write threatening notes? WHAT THE HELL AM I STILL DOING IN THE BATHROOM?!?!?'
Jean stood up and ran from the room, leaving the papers behind. She had to find Scott. He'd know what to do.
She bumped into him while he was talking to Taryn. Jean grabbed his arm.
"Scott! You've gotta help me!" Jean was pale white and shaking.
"What is it? Are you okay?" Scott was concerned, and immediately forgot about Taryn, who was looking extremely annoyed.
"Come quickly! You have to see it." She dragged him to the bathroom and pointed at the floor.
"There!" she said, still shaking.
Scott looked confused. "Yes, it's a very NICE bathroom, Jean. Can we go back to the party now?"
Jean looked at the ground, which, not two minutes ago, had been littered with violent notes. It was now sparkling clean. She looked in the trash bin and even in the toilet, but couldn't find them.
"Are you okay?" Scott was back to looking concerned, but not for his close friend's physical health. He was now worried about her mental state of mind...
"They were here! Dozens of them! Crumpled pieces of paper! They were threats, Scott. THREATS AGAINST ME! From Dawn. She's lost it!!!" Jean looked pleadingly at Scott, begging him to believe her.
"What are you talking about? Dawn's fine. She's outside talking with Kurt and Evan." Jean walked past Scott and outside. She searched for Dawn, and, as Scott had said, saw her talking with Evan and Kurt off in a corner. The three of them were laughing and pointing at Duncan, who was now flexing his 'muscles' for a group of freshmen girls.
Dawn saw Jean and waved. Everything about her manner was friendly. She was dressed in a black cult-like outfit. Kurt motioned for Jean to come over. Jean obliged, but with much caution.
"Hi Dawn. Nice costume. What are you supposed to be?" Jean asked, with a tense smile.
"Oh!" Dawn turned around put on a mask. She turned again to face Jean. Jean gasped.
Dawn was wearing the outfit from 'SCREAM'. The mask covered her face completely. In her hand, she held a huge, shimmering knife, poised to kill.
Dawn laughed at Jean's reaction. She pulled the mask up so that her face showed.
"Don't worry," she said, noticing that Jean was staring at the knife. "It's just a foil, like Evan's."
She moved a little closer to Jean, and smiled almost maniacally.
"And I won't HURT you," she added softly, "I have nothing against YOU, Jean...."
HAHAHA!HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS? TO WEIRD? NOT SCARY\FUNNY ENOUGH? NOT ENOUGH ROGUE, KURT AND EVAN? YOU TELL ME! PLEASE REVIEW...MY SICK MIND NEEDS TO BE APPRECIATED.LOL.
Hope you liked it so far.
November 20, 2002
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Dawn Morbid!
Scott pulled up to Duncan's house in his flashy-but-not-too-flashy red sports car. Kitty hopped out of the back seat. She was dressed up as a genie, with a pink belly top without sleeves, and matching pink baggy pants.
Scott, on the other hand, was dressed like a giant G.I. JOE doll. Army commando, which totally matched his stern look.
Jean exited the car from her usual passenger seat. She was a fairy tale princess, in a light pink, puffy dress, and a beautiful silver tiara. Around her neck she wore a silver necklace with a rose on it; a gift from her parents on her sixteenth birthday.
Kurt had gotten stuck with the last costume at the costume shop, courtesy of his procrastination. He was dressed as a hippie, which was apparently the most popular costume of the year for reasons Kurt couldn't understand.
Evan was the last to exit the car, dressed as a pirate with a billowy white shirt and a foil sword.
Rogue and Dawn had left earlier on, saying they were getting a ride with some friends. Neither of them had been dressed up when they left the Institute.
Inside the Matthews' house, the party was definitely underway. Kids were laughing and dancing, or listening as Duncan retold one of his football stories, which had many times been repeated.
Jean looked for Dawn and Rogue, but caught no sight of them anywhere. Then she realized that she was in a sea of costumes; millions of masks filled the house. Rogue and Dawn could be anywhere or anyONE.
She was just about to go over to talk to Duncan, when she saw Rogue right in front of her.
Jean gasped; startled. "Rogue! I didn't see you there. Where's Dawn?"
Rogue, who was fully dressed in a black witch's costume, looked distraught. "Oh, she had te'h get away fer a minute. Ah guess Ah didn' tell yeh.." Rogue looked at Jean's costume with sudden disapproval.
"Tell me what?" Jean was puzzled with Rogue behavior.
"Dawn's sister, Tonya, was always a princess for Halloween."
Jean gulped.
"Dawn saw yeh in tha' costume an' nearly fainted. She looked pretty angry, so Ah told her the go cool down." Rogue looked around expectantly. "She should be aroun' here somewhere."
Jean was beginning to look uncomfortable. It had been weeks since Dawn had lost it; they had all began to think it was a thing of the past. Now, to have this happen-It was definitely not a good thing.
"Umm...I think I need to use the bathroom. I'll see you later, Rogue." Jean hurried away from the gothic witch.
She ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She looked down at the ground. Someone had made a mess of crumpled paper, which were thrown all over the floor. Jean bent over to pick them up when she noticed that there was writing all over them. She unfolded one of them.
'Tonya will PAY for what she did to me.' Jean read, eyes widening. 'This life of exile is HER doing. Tonight is the last!'
Jean picked up another piece of crumpled mess. 'Princess will reign no more!'
'I will make sure that she is DEALT with.'
'REVENGE!!'
Jean was getting more frightened by the minute. 'What if Dawn was more psychotic than we thought? What if she has convinced herself that I am her sister, Tonya, who betrayed her? What if she decided to do MORE than write threatening notes? WHAT THE HELL AM I STILL DOING IN THE BATHROOM?!?!?'
Jean stood up and ran from the room, leaving the papers behind. She had to find Scott. He'd know what to do.
She bumped into him while he was talking to Taryn. Jean grabbed his arm.
"Scott! You've gotta help me!" Jean was pale white and shaking.
"What is it? Are you okay?" Scott was concerned, and immediately forgot about Taryn, who was looking extremely annoyed.
"Come quickly! You have to see it." She dragged him to the bathroom and pointed at the floor.
"There!" she said, still shaking.
Scott looked confused. "Yes, it's a very NICE bathroom, Jean. Can we go back to the party now?"
Jean looked at the ground, which, not two minutes ago, had been littered with violent notes. It was now sparkling clean. She looked in the trash bin and even in the toilet, but couldn't find them.
"Are you okay?" Scott was back to looking concerned, but not for his close friend's physical health. He was now worried about her mental state of mind...
"They were here! Dozens of them! Crumpled pieces of paper! They were threats, Scott. THREATS AGAINST ME! From Dawn. She's lost it!!!" Jean looked pleadingly at Scott, begging him to believe her.
"What are you talking about? Dawn's fine. She's outside talking with Kurt and Evan." Jean walked past Scott and outside. She searched for Dawn, and, as Scott had said, saw her talking with Evan and Kurt off in a corner. The three of them were laughing and pointing at Duncan, who was now flexing his 'muscles' for a group of freshmen girls.
Dawn saw Jean and waved. Everything about her manner was friendly. She was dressed in a black cult-like outfit. Kurt motioned for Jean to come over. Jean obliged, but with much caution.
"Hi Dawn. Nice costume. What are you supposed to be?" Jean asked, with a tense smile.
"Oh!" Dawn turned around put on a mask. She turned again to face Jean. Jean gasped.
Dawn was wearing the outfit from 'SCREAM'. The mask covered her face completely. In her hand, she held a huge, shimmering knife, poised to kill.
Dawn laughed at Jean's reaction. She pulled the mask up so that her face showed.
"Don't worry," she said, noticing that Jean was staring at the knife. "It's just a foil, like Evan's."
She moved a little closer to Jean, and smiled almost maniacally.
"And I won't HURT you," she added softly, "I have nothing against YOU, Jean...."
HAHAHA!HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS? TO WEIRD? NOT SCARY\FUNNY ENOUGH? NOT ENOUGH ROGUE, KURT AND EVAN? YOU TELL ME! PLEASE REVIEW...MY SICK MIND NEEDS TO BE APPRECIATED.LOL.
Hope you liked it so far.
November 20, 2002