Hehe.Thanks for the reviews-I'm glad that some of you enjoyed the last
chapter...I must say I loved writing it! Especially the part in the
bathroom....
So, anyway, The prank has a few more aspects that need to appear, so be prepared. READ AND REVIEW!! ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone but Dawn Morbid.
Rogue watched from another corner of the room as Jean froze with fear at hearing Dawn's freaky remark. She almost found herself giggling like a schoolgirl at the priceless look on Jean's face. She hoped everything else was going according to plan.
She turned around. It was time to begin 'Phase Three'...
"That's good, Dawn," whispered Jean, hoping in vain that she sounded like she was joking. Kurt and Evan were eyeing the two girls with extreme skepticism.
"Vhat's vith you two?" asked Kurt, with a sideways glance at Evan. A blind man could tell that something was up, and whatever it was, Kurt wanted in.
"What do you mean?" In a flash, Dawn was back to her normal self; cheerful and pleasant. Jean wasn't as easily returned to her normal state.
"I'm going to go look for Kitty..Umm..I'll see you guys later, okay?" She hurried away, not sure of where to go.
Scott thought she was the crazy one, and she was sure that Evan and Kurt were thinking that too. She knew Rogue wouldn't believe anything negative about Dawn, and definitely wouldn't lift a finger to do anything about it. Kitty was her last hope.
Kitty, however, was in her element. This was the first year she'd been allowed to go to Duncan's Halloween party, and she was making sure it wasn't a bust. She sighed as Jean approached. As much as she idolized Jean sometimes, tonight she just wanted to relax.
"Kitty. I need to talk to you." Jean stated flatly. There was no emotion in her voice. Jean's eyes darted about, as if searching for an imaginary foe.
"Huh? What's you say?" Kitty decided to go for the famous, 'I can't hear you; the music's too loud' ditching maneuver. An 80% guaranteed success when dealing with annoying party people.
"I said I need to talk to you. It's about Dawn." Jean was looking slightly frantic now, but Kitty ignored it.
"I'm sorry Jean, I can't make out a single word you're saying. Go talk to Scott or something." Kitty turned her back to Jean and continued dancing.
Jean was about to telepathically scream in Kitty's head, but she decided against it since she was in a VERY public place.
'I guess I'm on my own, now.' She thought to herself.
After another frantic twenty minutes, Jean had begun to think that maybe Dawn had gotten over it. She had been decent to her earlier, and had made no attack against her. Still, Jean's imagination reminded her of every horror film she'd ever seen.
'It's always when they least expect it.' Her mind told her. 'Then the psycho surprises them out of nowhere; brutally and gruesomely killing them.
'You're being silly.' The other part of her brain told her. 'You know Dawn. You TRUST Dawn. She'd never hurt you. Now stop worrying and enjoy the party. You're missing it.'
Jean decided to listen to the rational side of her brain. After all, even if Dawn DID decide to kill her, she should at least die after having some fun!
Jean moved out to where everyone was dancing. She danced along with them, despite her puffy princess dress. A few minutes later, Jean decided that Dawn really had gotten over it.
She should have known better.
Jean was just about to grab some punch, when she felt someone watching her. She turned and saw Dawn in her 'Scream' costume; mask on. She was standing a few feet away, not moving. Her ghostly mask eyes bore into Jean. Jean felt someone tap her shoulder, and she whipped around; ready to kick some butt.
It was Duncan.
Jean turned back around, only to find that Dawn had disappeared again.
"Enjoying the party?" Duncan asked the preppy pink princess.
"..Yeah..It's great." Jean continued to search for Dawn in the crowd of costumed teens. But the 'serial killer' was nowhere to be found.
"You look a little flushed. Maybe you should get some air." Duncan didn't usually use big words like flushed, but he had recently received some 'Word- A-Day Toilet Paper', and was catching on fast. A.N.-Sorry, but I have to bash Duncan at least once a chap. It's policy.
"Yeah, I think I will."
Jean proceeded to leave the main room. She decided to head for the kitchen, and maybe grab a better drink than 'Room-Temperature Mystery Punch'.
Duncan had his own kitchen on the main floor; his parents' kitchen was on the third floor with all of their stuff. Jean went there.
Just like every other room in his house, Duncan's kitchen was HUGE. And virtually everything was white. Jean noticed that people like Duncan's parents LOVED to have white things. It was something Jean would never understand.
She had just poured herself a glass of Cherry Cola, when she noticed another piece of paper lying on the ground. However, unlike the ones Jean had found in the bathroom, this one was uncrumpled. She picked it up and realized that it photo paper. Jean turned it over to see what the picture was of. Her eyes widened in horror.
It was a picture of HER.
It was taken not too long ago. As a matter of fact, unless Jean was mistaken, it had been taken the previous day. It showed Jean walking to school. The picture had obviously been taken without her knowledge. But what shocked her was not what was IN the picture; it was what was ON it.
Someone had taken some sort of red pen, and scribbled all over it. The messages were similar to those found in the bathroom. Only, they had taken the liberty of drawing, all over Jean, vicious wounds. Jean gasped at the gruesomeness of the drawings. She had no doubt in her mind that this was Dawn's doing also. She HAD to get help NOW!
Just then, the lights went out...
HAHA! Sorry if this is getting to graphic for some of our 'younger viewers'. If it is, I'll cut back.
How do you like it? Too much Jean torture? Not enough? What? You have to have SOMETHING to say, don't you? I know you do, so REVIEW!
Next chap coming soon.
November 22, 2002
So, anyway, The prank has a few more aspects that need to appear, so be prepared. READ AND REVIEW!! ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone but Dawn Morbid.
Rogue watched from another corner of the room as Jean froze with fear at hearing Dawn's freaky remark. She almost found herself giggling like a schoolgirl at the priceless look on Jean's face. She hoped everything else was going according to plan.
She turned around. It was time to begin 'Phase Three'...
"That's good, Dawn," whispered Jean, hoping in vain that she sounded like she was joking. Kurt and Evan were eyeing the two girls with extreme skepticism.
"Vhat's vith you two?" asked Kurt, with a sideways glance at Evan. A blind man could tell that something was up, and whatever it was, Kurt wanted in.
"What do you mean?" In a flash, Dawn was back to her normal self; cheerful and pleasant. Jean wasn't as easily returned to her normal state.
"I'm going to go look for Kitty..Umm..I'll see you guys later, okay?" She hurried away, not sure of where to go.
Scott thought she was the crazy one, and she was sure that Evan and Kurt were thinking that too. She knew Rogue wouldn't believe anything negative about Dawn, and definitely wouldn't lift a finger to do anything about it. Kitty was her last hope.
Kitty, however, was in her element. This was the first year she'd been allowed to go to Duncan's Halloween party, and she was making sure it wasn't a bust. She sighed as Jean approached. As much as she idolized Jean sometimes, tonight she just wanted to relax.
"Kitty. I need to talk to you." Jean stated flatly. There was no emotion in her voice. Jean's eyes darted about, as if searching for an imaginary foe.
"Huh? What's you say?" Kitty decided to go for the famous, 'I can't hear you; the music's too loud' ditching maneuver. An 80% guaranteed success when dealing with annoying party people.
"I said I need to talk to you. It's about Dawn." Jean was looking slightly frantic now, but Kitty ignored it.
"I'm sorry Jean, I can't make out a single word you're saying. Go talk to Scott or something." Kitty turned her back to Jean and continued dancing.
Jean was about to telepathically scream in Kitty's head, but she decided against it since she was in a VERY public place.
'I guess I'm on my own, now.' She thought to herself.
After another frantic twenty minutes, Jean had begun to think that maybe Dawn had gotten over it. She had been decent to her earlier, and had made no attack against her. Still, Jean's imagination reminded her of every horror film she'd ever seen.
'It's always when they least expect it.' Her mind told her. 'Then the psycho surprises them out of nowhere; brutally and gruesomely killing them.
'You're being silly.' The other part of her brain told her. 'You know Dawn. You TRUST Dawn. She'd never hurt you. Now stop worrying and enjoy the party. You're missing it.'
Jean decided to listen to the rational side of her brain. After all, even if Dawn DID decide to kill her, she should at least die after having some fun!
Jean moved out to where everyone was dancing. She danced along with them, despite her puffy princess dress. A few minutes later, Jean decided that Dawn really had gotten over it.
She should have known better.
Jean was just about to grab some punch, when she felt someone watching her. She turned and saw Dawn in her 'Scream' costume; mask on. She was standing a few feet away, not moving. Her ghostly mask eyes bore into Jean. Jean felt someone tap her shoulder, and she whipped around; ready to kick some butt.
It was Duncan.
Jean turned back around, only to find that Dawn had disappeared again.
"Enjoying the party?" Duncan asked the preppy pink princess.
"..Yeah..It's great." Jean continued to search for Dawn in the crowd of costumed teens. But the 'serial killer' was nowhere to be found.
"You look a little flushed. Maybe you should get some air." Duncan didn't usually use big words like flushed, but he had recently received some 'Word- A-Day Toilet Paper', and was catching on fast. A.N.-Sorry, but I have to bash Duncan at least once a chap. It's policy.
"Yeah, I think I will."
Jean proceeded to leave the main room. She decided to head for the kitchen, and maybe grab a better drink than 'Room-Temperature Mystery Punch'.
Duncan had his own kitchen on the main floor; his parents' kitchen was on the third floor with all of their stuff. Jean went there.
Just like every other room in his house, Duncan's kitchen was HUGE. And virtually everything was white. Jean noticed that people like Duncan's parents LOVED to have white things. It was something Jean would never understand.
She had just poured herself a glass of Cherry Cola, when she noticed another piece of paper lying on the ground. However, unlike the ones Jean had found in the bathroom, this one was uncrumpled. She picked it up and realized that it photo paper. Jean turned it over to see what the picture was of. Her eyes widened in horror.
It was a picture of HER.
It was taken not too long ago. As a matter of fact, unless Jean was mistaken, it had been taken the previous day. It showed Jean walking to school. The picture had obviously been taken without her knowledge. But what shocked her was not what was IN the picture; it was what was ON it.
Someone had taken some sort of red pen, and scribbled all over it. The messages were similar to those found in the bathroom. Only, they had taken the liberty of drawing, all over Jean, vicious wounds. Jean gasped at the gruesomeness of the drawings. She had no doubt in her mind that this was Dawn's doing also. She HAD to get help NOW!
Just then, the lights went out...
HAHA! Sorry if this is getting to graphic for some of our 'younger viewers'. If it is, I'll cut back.
How do you like it? Too much Jean torture? Not enough? What? You have to have SOMETHING to say, don't you? I know you do, so REVIEW!
Next chap coming soon.
November 22, 2002