So you now know who the 'killer' is. The question now is, should I have them kill Jean? I own absolutely nothing.
As I have said, those who flame are completely stupid. This is a parody, which is only a screwed up version of the real thing. That mean's it is a JOKE. IF YOU CAN'T TAKE A JOKE THEN DON'T READ THIS!
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"Yeah, yeah, I know what I have to do," Pietro snapped. He waved Scott off of him and eased into the bleachers where Jean sat watching the soccer game.
"Hey, babe," he said in a purr. He put an arm around Jean and braced himself for the telekinetic flurries that were sure to come his way.
"Oh, hey," Jean murmured sadly. She sighed and watched in boredom as the team goalie blocked the soccer ball from going in.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing that you should know."
"Aw, you can tell Pietro anything."
"Well, there's someone who wants to kill me and no one wants to help me!" She gazed dolefully at Pietro. "Why wouldn't anyone want to protect me from the meanies in the world?"
Pietro gave her a smile. "Oh, that's probably because you're a slut."
"So what? There are sluts in the world and a lot of people like them!"
"Sure, go ahead and think that, babe. Look, why don't we talk over your little problems?"
Jean scowled and slapped his hands off. "I don't have a problem!"
"Well, Scott's worried about you. Doesn't he count for something?"
"Yeah, but…nobody likes him. He's the person who everyone likes to beat up and give swirlies to."
Pietro frowned. He needed a way to lure Jean back to the trap he, Toad and Scott had set up. "I'll buy you some ice cream."
"Ice cream? Lets go!"
"This isn't the way to the ice cream store," Jean said, looking around as they drove down a highway.
"It's different," Pietro answered dismissively.
"Here we are!" Pietro announced after fifteen minutes.
Jean stared at the cornfield. "I don't see ice cream any where."
"That's because there isn't any ice cream here! This is a cornfield—"
"Yeah, I can pretty much see that."
"This is also a place where you will die."
"I can't die here. I can fly."
Pietro stared at her. "Oh yeah…I forgot you can use your power to levitate. You suck."
Jean winked. "All that and more."
Pietro shuddered. "Don't even say things like this around me!" He cupped his hands around his mouth. "SCOTT! I GOT HER!"
"Good job!" Scott jogged to the car. "Hi Jean! Did he act like a big meanie to you?"
"What are you doing?!"
"Giving you what you deserve for being a slut to me! I deserve to have a loyal girl friend." Scott dug around in the trunk of his car (Pietro borrowed it) and pulled out a rubber bat. "I was in a hurry so I couldn't find an aluminum or wooden bat."
He walked towards Jean and held the bat before her. "So it'll take a while to kill you. Just hold still." He hit Jean on the head with it. He chewed on his lip in concentration. "Yup, just about a hundred more times…"
Jean scowled and pushed him away with a telekinetic blast. "So you're the asshole who wants to kill me?"
"I am?" he turned to Toad. "Did you tell her?!"
"You told her!"
"Right." He raised the bat again.
Pietro held a hand up. "This won't help. We need something else."
"What can we do?"
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(Would you reviewers like Jean to die? If you do, tell me how you want her to die. Sorry for the short chapter! Pretty please do some reviewing!)