Guess who's back? Back again. Rogueandkurt's back. Tell a friend.
Seriously; tell a friend. I need all of the fans I can get! ;)
BTW-Some fans, as well as myself, have remembered the little detail about Jean's powers. Why isn't she using them to help herself in some way? Simple- she's panicked and therefore not thinking clearly. I realize that this is a shoddy answer, but I refer to my remark about being an omniscient author, and therefore can make Jean as dumb or as smart as I want to. :o)
BTW2-I don't really hate Jean, to all of you fans out there. I've actually started to respect her. It's just that she's an easy target for a prank such as this one. Plus, an outsider like Dawn would LOVE to have the chance to pull one over on a preppy like Jean. Trust me; I know. ;)
Anyway, On with the fic!
Disclaimer: No. No. No. No! I asked for Christmas, but everyone said NO! I'll never own the X-Men!!!!
Dawn chuckled at the sound of Jean's bloodcurdling scream.
"You are the true embodiment of evil." Said her companion.
"I know. Isn't fun? Only a little bit longer until the grand finale! Should be exciting..." She replied, an evil smile forming on her face.
"But if things work out, we'll be remembering tonight for a LONG time. And so will everyone else.." Her compadre was sharing in her evil smile. "Is this the part where we laugh like madmen? I've always wanted to do that."
"Sure. We're out of earshot."
Both of them laughed maniacally, like every evil villain you've ever seen in a bad guy/good guy flick.
Jean ran up the steps to the kitchen. She bumped into Rogue who was getting a drink.
"Rogue! You HAVE to help me." Jean's eyes were bloodshot and she jumped at every noise. "I know we've never been very close, and I know that Dawn's your friend, but she's after me!"
"What? Tha's crahzy." Rogue gave her a skeptical look.
"I'm serious. She's trying to kill me."
"Sure, Jean. An' Kurt's really Jack the Ripper. Maybe someone spah'ked your punch or somet'in. You're all paranoid." Rogue walked out of the room to join the party again.
"Wait!" Jean ran out into the party where all of the other guests resided. She began to search for familiar and friendly faces beneath the masks of her peers.
"Jean! There you are. I've been looking all over for you. Let's dance." Really, Duncan hadn't noticed Jean's strange disappearances, but it was something that most girls seemed like they enjoyed to hear.
"Uhh..Duncan, this isn't really a good time." Jean looked around desperately for Scott or Kitty. Even Evan would do. She needed all of the help she could get.
"Awww...come on, Jean. One dance? That's not too much to ask." Duncan grabbed her by the waist and started to twirl her around. Jean felt the blood rushing to her head.
'Where did her learn to dance? Clown school?' Jean began to feel dizzy at the other students' faces spun around her.
Just then a flash of something-a figure in a dark cape with a white mask and knife. 'Dawn!'
But when Jean looked again, she was gone.
Jean was feeling sick now. She saw another figure in a black cape with a knife poised to kill, but just as quickly as the first, it disappeared.
Jean began to think she was imagining things. For now, she saw three killers, all at different parts of the room, looking at HER.
Duncan stopped spinning her around, and the world came back into focus. Jean saw only one figure. It turned and slowly walked into the crowd of people.
'That's it! I'm sick of this run-around. Maybe I can reason with her.' Jean followed the figure through the seemingly endless crowd. At points she lost sight of Dawn, but then she would reappear again, unaware that Jean was chasing HER for a change.
Dawn walked through a small door in the corner of the room. The door lead into a long hallway with many other doors to choose from. Jean was careful not to let Dawn see her following.
Dawn entered the third door. Jean wasn't too far behind.
The room they had entered was dark. Jean felt around for a light switch, but it was in vain. She left the door open a crack, so that she could see.
It looked like a storage room, and judging from the old furniture and awards, it belonged to Duncan's dad. Jean spotted a bag of golf clubs to her right. She pulled out a nine iron, and held it like a baseball bat. She might need to protect herself, after all.
Dawn was nowhere to be seen.
"I know you're in here, Dawn. Just come out and face me." Jean stated, with more confidence than she really felt.
Out of the shadows, Dawn slowly crept into view, wearing her mask over her face. She stood not five feet away from Jean.
"Well? Aren't you going to try to kill me? If you are, you might as well get it over with. This night has been hell already." Jean pretended to look fearless and irritated, although the latter of the two wasn't far from the truth.
"I know it has. I've been watching you, you know. For a while, now." Dawn took a step forward. "You're EXACTLY like her, did you know that? At first it was simply a physical likeness, but now I see that you're just as terrible as her."
"As terrible as I might be, I can still take you, Dawn. Any day of the week." Jean tightened her grip on the club.
"Maybe. But can you take all of us?"
Next chap coming right up! It'll be the conclusion of the joke, of course. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!! ;)
November 25, 2002
Seriously; tell a friend. I need all of the fans I can get! ;)
BTW-Some fans, as well as myself, have remembered the little detail about Jean's powers. Why isn't she using them to help herself in some way? Simple- she's panicked and therefore not thinking clearly. I realize that this is a shoddy answer, but I refer to my remark about being an omniscient author, and therefore can make Jean as dumb or as smart as I want to. :o)
BTW2-I don't really hate Jean, to all of you fans out there. I've actually started to respect her. It's just that she's an easy target for a prank such as this one. Plus, an outsider like Dawn would LOVE to have the chance to pull one over on a preppy like Jean. Trust me; I know. ;)
Anyway, On with the fic!
Disclaimer: No. No. No. No! I asked for Christmas, but everyone said NO! I'll never own the X-Men!!!!
Dawn chuckled at the sound of Jean's bloodcurdling scream.
"You are the true embodiment of evil." Said her companion.
"I know. Isn't fun? Only a little bit longer until the grand finale! Should be exciting..." She replied, an evil smile forming on her face.
"But if things work out, we'll be remembering tonight for a LONG time. And so will everyone else.." Her compadre was sharing in her evil smile. "Is this the part where we laugh like madmen? I've always wanted to do that."
"Sure. We're out of earshot."
Both of them laughed maniacally, like every evil villain you've ever seen in a bad guy/good guy flick.
Jean ran up the steps to the kitchen. She bumped into Rogue who was getting a drink.
"Rogue! You HAVE to help me." Jean's eyes were bloodshot and she jumped at every noise. "I know we've never been very close, and I know that Dawn's your friend, but she's after me!"
"What? Tha's crahzy." Rogue gave her a skeptical look.
"I'm serious. She's trying to kill me."
"Sure, Jean. An' Kurt's really Jack the Ripper. Maybe someone spah'ked your punch or somet'in. You're all paranoid." Rogue walked out of the room to join the party again.
"Wait!" Jean ran out into the party where all of the other guests resided. She began to search for familiar and friendly faces beneath the masks of her peers.
"Jean! There you are. I've been looking all over for you. Let's dance." Really, Duncan hadn't noticed Jean's strange disappearances, but it was something that most girls seemed like they enjoyed to hear.
"Uhh..Duncan, this isn't really a good time." Jean looked around desperately for Scott or Kitty. Even Evan would do. She needed all of the help she could get.
"Awww...come on, Jean. One dance? That's not too much to ask." Duncan grabbed her by the waist and started to twirl her around. Jean felt the blood rushing to her head.
'Where did her learn to dance? Clown school?' Jean began to feel dizzy at the other students' faces spun around her.
Just then a flash of something-a figure in a dark cape with a white mask and knife. 'Dawn!'
But when Jean looked again, she was gone.
Jean was feeling sick now. She saw another figure in a black cape with a knife poised to kill, but just as quickly as the first, it disappeared.
Jean began to think she was imagining things. For now, she saw three killers, all at different parts of the room, looking at HER.
Duncan stopped spinning her around, and the world came back into focus. Jean saw only one figure. It turned and slowly walked into the crowd of people.
'That's it! I'm sick of this run-around. Maybe I can reason with her.' Jean followed the figure through the seemingly endless crowd. At points she lost sight of Dawn, but then she would reappear again, unaware that Jean was chasing HER for a change.
Dawn walked through a small door in the corner of the room. The door lead into a long hallway with many other doors to choose from. Jean was careful not to let Dawn see her following.
Dawn entered the third door. Jean wasn't too far behind.
The room they had entered was dark. Jean felt around for a light switch, but it was in vain. She left the door open a crack, so that she could see.
It looked like a storage room, and judging from the old furniture and awards, it belonged to Duncan's dad. Jean spotted a bag of golf clubs to her right. She pulled out a nine iron, and held it like a baseball bat. She might need to protect herself, after all.
Dawn was nowhere to be seen.
"I know you're in here, Dawn. Just come out and face me." Jean stated, with more confidence than she really felt.
Out of the shadows, Dawn slowly crept into view, wearing her mask over her face. She stood not five feet away from Jean.
"Well? Aren't you going to try to kill me? If you are, you might as well get it over with. This night has been hell already." Jean pretended to look fearless and irritated, although the latter of the two wasn't far from the truth.
"I know it has. I've been watching you, you know. For a while, now." Dawn took a step forward. "You're EXACTLY like her, did you know that? At first it was simply a physical likeness, but now I see that you're just as terrible as her."
"As terrible as I might be, I can still take you, Dawn. Any day of the week." Jean tightened her grip on the club.
"Maybe. But can you take all of us?"
Next chap coming right up! It'll be the conclusion of the joke, of course. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!! ;)
November 25, 2002