Back again, before any of you had a chance to review and flame me or
something..
Kacey123- nice idea about Dawn going nuts and actually harming Jean in some way, but I think it would ruin my future plans. Jean will get hers, but she wont be harmed PHYSICALLY...*evil laugh*
Anyways,
*Deep Voice* "And now, for the conclusion of 'Troubled Teens; The Joke'- Part Six.
Disclaimer: I own Nothingk. I own Nothingk.
"ALL of you?" Jean asked warily. She hadn't considered that Dawn had an accomplice, let alone numerous ones.
Two other figures came into view, both wearing identical outfits. The too held their knives poised for instant infliction of pain.
Jean heard a noise behind her. She turned and saw another two figures, just as the first three.
The club was yanked from Jean's grip by a surge of electricity, courtesy of Dawn.
"You really didn't think I'd be able to do this all by myself, did you?" Dawn stepped further forward and removed her mask, revealing a huge, satisfied smile.
"Are you going to kill me now?" Whimpered Jean, eyes darting around at the five would-be murderers. All she could think of was Scott. Well, that and the fact that she'd left the TV on in the lounge.
"What good would that do? Then we'd have no one to tease about this for the rest of our lives.." One of the figures said.
'Wait. Was that Lance?'
"Yeah, an' believe meh-we've got ah WHOLE lot on yeh!"
"Rogue? Lance? What's going on here?" Jean's eyes were wide.
Fred stepped out of the shadows, holding a camera. "Smile, Jean! You're on Mutant Camera!"
Jean's mind was racing. 'Is this some kind of sick torment?' She wondered.
"You didn't really think Sparky here wanted to KILL you, did you?" Pietro removed his mask and smirked at Jean. He gave Dawn a high five.
"You...You mean this was a trick?" Jean's eyes darted from face to face. Should she believe them?
"Of course. And you brought it on yourself, telling people I was some sort of psycho. PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE BAD DAYS, YOU KNOW!" Dawn's eyes filled with passion as she spoke.
Jean chuckled with another glance to the camera. 'If they got pictures, I'm gonna have to suck up BIG time so that this doesn't get out.' She thought.
"Pretty funny, guys. You really had me." Jean forced a smile onto her face. "Ummm...what now?"
Dawn saw her looking at the camera. "Oh, don't worry. That's just part of the joke. We're not gonna blackmail you or anything."
"Really?" Jean knew she sounded unsure.
"Yeah! Of course not. We'd never use the photographs to embarrass you or anything. In fact, you can destroy the film yourself."
Jean took the camera and tore the film up like there was no tomorrow.
"There isn't anymore film is there?" Jean asked uncertainly.
"Nah. It was jus' the one role. But don' think we're gonn' let yah off tha' easy." Rogue smiled mischieviously.
"Yeah. We're gonna tease you about this 'til kigdom come!" Interjected Freddie.
"Fine. Fine. Just not in front of the others, okay?" Jean hoped that if she looked pitiful enough, they'd accept the offer. It worked.
"Sure, sure. We won't say a word. The look on your face when you saw that knife was hillarious enough to last me a lifetime." Pietro began to crack up, and was shortly followed by the others.
Jean looked as if she had just remembered something. "Was that REAL blood on the knife?"
Everyone looked at Todd.
"What, yo? She nearly bumbed into me while I was putting it down there. I cut myself. It worked out okay in the end, though, right?"
"Whatever. I'm just glad that my life's not in danger." Jean giggled and left the room.
"Her LIFE might not be in danger, but her REPUTATION sure is!" Lance laughed and smiled knowingly at Dawn and Rogue, who nodded and looked at Fred.
"Di' Phase One go okah?" Rogue asked attentively.
"Sure did. Boy is she in for a shock!"
You thought it was OVER???? Well, it's just beginning!!! *BWAHAHAHA*!
Not really, but there is another unforseen aspect of the prank. Jean is sooo gullible.
Anyways, thanks for the reviews, and TELL YOUR FRIENDS!
Until next time.
November 26, 2002
Kacey123- nice idea about Dawn going nuts and actually harming Jean in some way, but I think it would ruin my future plans. Jean will get hers, but she wont be harmed PHYSICALLY...*evil laugh*
Anyways,
*Deep Voice* "And now, for the conclusion of 'Troubled Teens; The Joke'- Part Six.
Disclaimer: I own Nothingk. I own Nothingk.
"ALL of you?" Jean asked warily. She hadn't considered that Dawn had an accomplice, let alone numerous ones.
Two other figures came into view, both wearing identical outfits. The too held their knives poised for instant infliction of pain.
Jean heard a noise behind her. She turned and saw another two figures, just as the first three.
The club was yanked from Jean's grip by a surge of electricity, courtesy of Dawn.
"You really didn't think I'd be able to do this all by myself, did you?" Dawn stepped further forward and removed her mask, revealing a huge, satisfied smile.
"Are you going to kill me now?" Whimpered Jean, eyes darting around at the five would-be murderers. All she could think of was Scott. Well, that and the fact that she'd left the TV on in the lounge.
"What good would that do? Then we'd have no one to tease about this for the rest of our lives.." One of the figures said.
'Wait. Was that Lance?'
"Yeah, an' believe meh-we've got ah WHOLE lot on yeh!"
"Rogue? Lance? What's going on here?" Jean's eyes were wide.
Fred stepped out of the shadows, holding a camera. "Smile, Jean! You're on Mutant Camera!"
Jean's mind was racing. 'Is this some kind of sick torment?' She wondered.
"You didn't really think Sparky here wanted to KILL you, did you?" Pietro removed his mask and smirked at Jean. He gave Dawn a high five.
"You...You mean this was a trick?" Jean's eyes darted from face to face. Should she believe them?
"Of course. And you brought it on yourself, telling people I was some sort of psycho. PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE BAD DAYS, YOU KNOW!" Dawn's eyes filled with passion as she spoke.
Jean chuckled with another glance to the camera. 'If they got pictures, I'm gonna have to suck up BIG time so that this doesn't get out.' She thought.
"Pretty funny, guys. You really had me." Jean forced a smile onto her face. "Ummm...what now?"
Dawn saw her looking at the camera. "Oh, don't worry. That's just part of the joke. We're not gonna blackmail you or anything."
"Really?" Jean knew she sounded unsure.
"Yeah! Of course not. We'd never use the photographs to embarrass you or anything. In fact, you can destroy the film yourself."
Jean took the camera and tore the film up like there was no tomorrow.
"There isn't anymore film is there?" Jean asked uncertainly.
"Nah. It was jus' the one role. But don' think we're gonn' let yah off tha' easy." Rogue smiled mischieviously.
"Yeah. We're gonna tease you about this 'til kigdom come!" Interjected Freddie.
"Fine. Fine. Just not in front of the others, okay?" Jean hoped that if she looked pitiful enough, they'd accept the offer. It worked.
"Sure, sure. We won't say a word. The look on your face when you saw that knife was hillarious enough to last me a lifetime." Pietro began to crack up, and was shortly followed by the others.
Jean looked as if she had just remembered something. "Was that REAL blood on the knife?"
Everyone looked at Todd.
"What, yo? She nearly bumbed into me while I was putting it down there. I cut myself. It worked out okay in the end, though, right?"
"Whatever. I'm just glad that my life's not in danger." Jean giggled and left the room.
"Her LIFE might not be in danger, but her REPUTATION sure is!" Lance laughed and smiled knowingly at Dawn and Rogue, who nodded and looked at Fred.
"Di' Phase One go okah?" Rogue asked attentively.
"Sure did. Boy is she in for a shock!"
You thought it was OVER???? Well, it's just beginning!!! *BWAHAHAHA*!
Not really, but there is another unforseen aspect of the prank. Jean is sooo gullible.
Anyways, thanks for the reviews, and TELL YOUR FRIENDS!
Until next time.
November 26, 2002