Insert typical disclaimer ______.
Thanks for the reviews! I'm sorry, but Wanda isn't the one who wants to kill Jean.
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Jean groaned and covered her head with the fluffy pink pillow on her bed. The phone was ringing off the hook every since the day she found the threat notes on her locker. The ringing stopped for a moment. As soon as she lifted the pillow from her ears, the phone rang again.
"What would someone sweet like me do to make someone so hateful!" she screamed in disgust. With her telepathic powers, she ripped the phone off the cord and threw it out the window.
She sighed in relief and settled down on the bed more comfortably. She looked up to a knock on the door. "Yes? What is it?"
Rogue poked her head in. "There's someone on the phone for ya. Ya want to pick it up?"
"Who is it?"
"Ah don't know! It sounda like a boy, but ah can't be sure nowadays."
"No, just take a message."
Rogue shrugged. "Sorry, Jean's a little busy. Can ah take a message?" She cocked her head thoughtfully for a minute. "Uh huh. Yeah, Ah'll tell her, don't worry." She hung up and looked thoughtfully at the redhead. "Ah still don't know who it was, but here's the message: All Sluts will die, that's the way of the group." She smiled as if it were an inside joke all of them shared and left.
Jean stared after Rogue and screamed in bitter frustration. "WHY ME?!"
~~Later: Meeting in a classroom~~Professor X maneuvered his wheelchair to face the group of mutants. "I'm sure all of you are wondering why we have gathered here," he began.
Logan scowled and crossed his muscular arms. "Ya damn skippy. I want to know why the hell you woke us up at three in the morning for some meeting. I'm only going to listen if Sabretooth's back or something like that. If it has something to do with Little-miss-prostitute, I'm going back to bed."
Xavier gave him a wan smile. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, Logan, but unfortunately I haven't the faintest idea of what this was about. It was Scott who wanted to call this meeting."
Kurt threw his hands up in disgust. "I'm sure this is going to be something silly," he called out in his strange accent.
Logan grunted in agreement. "Not silly, but fuckin' retarded, more like."
The furry elf grinned at Wolverine's blunt personality.
"Can we get on with this? Some of us actually have a life!" Kitty added.
Xavier wheeled backwards to let Scott come from the door. "Well, Scott, I believe you have something important to say?"
Scott nodded to him nervously.
Rogue squinted into the shadows where Scott was hiding. "None of us can see you. Get out here!"
Scott shuffled more fully into the light and looked at everyone sheepishly through his glasses.
Logan smirked. "Love your nightgown, Summers," he said.
Scott's eyes snapped downward. He gasped. His pajamas was usually made up of a flannel top and bottom with some cartoon character like Spongebob, Justice League or Samurai Jack. The ones he wore today were flannel with pink lacy cuffs. The pattern was clearly My Little Pony with a lavender background. "It's not mine!" he managed to sputter.
Logan laughed. "I'm sure. Whose is it then? Or did you just find it at the discount section at a little girls' department?"
"Um…they were fifty percent off…" he muttered thoughtfully. He avoided Logan's eyes.
The smirk was immediately wiped off Logan's face. From then on, he resolved to keep comments like that he just made to himself. "Get on with what stupid thing you were going to tell us," he said instead.
"Yes, and I don't vant to hear about your nightmare about monkeys vanting to destroy the vorld," Kurt said.
"Nope, not this time!" Scott replied in silent resolve. He was actually going to tell what he was going to say without passing out this time. He cleared his throat. "Okay, it's about Jean."
"I'm leaving," Kitty said quickly and began to turn to walk out the door.
"Kitty, we all belong to a team," Professor X said brusquely. "Just listen to what Scott has to say before you decide it's idiotic…even though I'm not entirely sure this isn't going to be any different," he added in a mumble.
"What?!" Scott sputtered.
"Dammit, just go!" Logan yelled.
Scott cleared his throat. "All right, so this is about Jean. See, a few days ago she got these notes on her locker. They're all sort of like the ones I get from all the meanies out there who think I'm a wuss. Only are threatening to kill Jean. It's not stuff like the times they're planning to give me a swirly, but there people actually want to kill Jean!"
There was a moment of silence. Scott looked uncertainly at Professor X who sat in silence.
"So…" Logan began slowly. "Is this some kind of joke?"
Scott shook his head quickly. "No, I'm serious!"
"Oh, alright." Logan was silent for a while. "What do you want us to do about it?"
"C-can you help me find out who's doing it and why?"
Logan frowned thoughtfully. "Nope, sorry. Can't do it."
"What? But why not?"
Logan stood. "Because, filth like that should go. She's only giving us mutants a bad name! Once she's gone, we'll have to start from scratch, but we're slowly going to build the proper respect for out race." He left. "I'm going to bed."
One by one, everyone else did the same. Professor X stayed only for a moment. "You see, Logan has his point. I can't stop this from happening. She's only one out there. If she dies, what difference will it make? Perhaps if she dies, people will believe that things have been evened out." He left.
Scott sighed and went out the front door for fresh air. He looked out to the bushes. "It worked," he said.
Toad hopped out. Pietro was right behind him. "How did they take it?" Toad asked.
"Exactly the way you think. They want her to die. It's all a matter of time until we lure her out," Scott said smugly. He looked at Pietro. "What are you doing here? You aren't even a big part of this?"
Pietro smirked. "I'll be the one to lure her out. I've got the looks and the moves to do this." He slicked back his silver hair. "I'll do the seducing this time."
Toad grimaced. "Just as long as you don't get too into this 'seducing'."
"Urgh, hell no! Not after you had her! The closest I'm willing to go near her is a few inches!"