BACK! I'm glad to hear that I'm apparently NOT TORTURING JEAN _ENOUGH_! So
for all of you anti-Jean's out there, I guess I'll have to kick it up a
notch, right?
And to all of you Jean fans, specifically kojie, I'm sorry for the next few chaps, but maybe you'll find the humor.
So here it goes-Part 4 of 'The Joke'! Enjoy! ;)
Disclaimer: Do I even have to say it? No. But I'll say it anyway; I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT Dawn Morbid!!!
She HAD to get help NOW!
Just then, the lights went out...
The guests all screamed. Some of them laughed. Duncan was probably trying to pull one over on them. Scott and the others however weren't so sure.
"Where's Jean?" He asked, trying to see through the dark with his ruby shades unsuccessfully.
"She went to get a drink. Relax, man." Evan was trying to continue the party, despite the lack of light. He had discovered Gabby not too long ago in the sea of disguises, and was now slow-dancing with her.
Taryn was trying to do the same thing. She grabbed Scott by the arm and started dancing with him. Being the polite gentleman that he was, he couldn't tell her to get lost.
Everyone kept on dancing and having fun, while their host tried to get the lights turned back on.
Jean however, wasn't having so much fun. As a matter of fact, she was on the brink of a major breakdown.
'Okay, let's recap.' She thought to herself as she searched in vain for a flashlight. 'I'm in a huge house full of teenagers in disguise. My mad housemate thinks I'm her evil sister and is trying to kill me. None of my friends believe me. We are having a blackout. And the only picture Dawn had of me is when I had a bad hair day. Things can't get much worse.'
Jean decided that the best thing to do is to search for the power box. 'Lord knows that I know more about fuse boxes than Duncan does! Plus, I can use my powers.'
She descended the stairs into the basement, and then into the sub- basementA.N.-Is that what you call them? . It was colder down in the sub- basement, and Jean found herself holding herself to keep warm. There were no windows, no source of natural light. She had to feel the walls to finally reach what she figured to be the fuse box. When she touched it, she got a shock.
Jean jumped back and took another look at it. An electric current visibly surged through it again. It crackled from the electricity.
Jean recognized it as Dawn's handiwork. 'She must have overcharged it.' Jean thought silently.
Suddenly, Jean thought she heard a creak behind her. She whipped around, but of course saw nothing.
Another noise; this time in front. Then another. There were sounds all around her. Jean turned to run up the stairs, but she felt herself trip over something in the dark. She fell on her face.
There was a rush of air past her face, and suddenly the lights came back on.
Jean looked around her, for the cause of noise, but she saw none. She then looked for what had tripped her. Jean froze in fear.
She had tripped over a huge knife. It was covered in blood. And it was very much real.
Jean let out an ear-piercing scream. Too bad no one could hear her....
Hehehe! Gotta love the Jean torture. It's just too easy! Please Review, yadda yadda yadda.. All of that stuff. And keep on coming back for more! ;)
Next chap'll be up soon!
November 24, 2002
And to all of you Jean fans, specifically kojie, I'm sorry for the next few chaps, but maybe you'll find the humor.
So here it goes-Part 4 of 'The Joke'! Enjoy! ;)
Disclaimer: Do I even have to say it? No. But I'll say it anyway; I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT Dawn Morbid!!!
She HAD to get help NOW!
Just then, the lights went out...
The guests all screamed. Some of them laughed. Duncan was probably trying to pull one over on them. Scott and the others however weren't so sure.
"Where's Jean?" He asked, trying to see through the dark with his ruby shades unsuccessfully.
"She went to get a drink. Relax, man." Evan was trying to continue the party, despite the lack of light. He had discovered Gabby not too long ago in the sea of disguises, and was now slow-dancing with her.
Taryn was trying to do the same thing. She grabbed Scott by the arm and started dancing with him. Being the polite gentleman that he was, he couldn't tell her to get lost.
Everyone kept on dancing and having fun, while their host tried to get the lights turned back on.
Jean however, wasn't having so much fun. As a matter of fact, she was on the brink of a major breakdown.
'Okay, let's recap.' She thought to herself as she searched in vain for a flashlight. 'I'm in a huge house full of teenagers in disguise. My mad housemate thinks I'm her evil sister and is trying to kill me. None of my friends believe me. We are having a blackout. And the only picture Dawn had of me is when I had a bad hair day. Things can't get much worse.'
Jean decided that the best thing to do is to search for the power box. 'Lord knows that I know more about fuse boxes than Duncan does! Plus, I can use my powers.'
She descended the stairs into the basement, and then into the sub- basementA.N.-Is that what you call them? . It was colder down in the sub- basement, and Jean found herself holding herself to keep warm. There were no windows, no source of natural light. She had to feel the walls to finally reach what she figured to be the fuse box. When she touched it, she got a shock.
Jean jumped back and took another look at it. An electric current visibly surged through it again. It crackled from the electricity.
Jean recognized it as Dawn's handiwork. 'She must have overcharged it.' Jean thought silently.
Suddenly, Jean thought she heard a creak behind her. She whipped around, but of course saw nothing.
Another noise; this time in front. Then another. There were sounds all around her. Jean turned to run up the stairs, but she felt herself trip over something in the dark. She fell on her face.
There was a rush of air past her face, and suddenly the lights came back on.
Jean looked around her, for the cause of noise, but she saw none. She then looked for what had tripped her. Jean froze in fear.
She had tripped over a huge knife. It was covered in blood. And it was very much real.
Jean let out an ear-piercing scream. Too bad no one could hear her....
Hehehe! Gotta love the Jean torture. It's just too easy! Please Review, yadda yadda yadda.. All of that stuff. And keep on coming back for more! ;)
Next chap'll be up soon!
November 24, 2002