Disclaimer: I down own anything! Just the story, which isn't much.

Jean crossed her arms and watched as the three guys huddle together.

"How can we kill her? There's plenty of ways, but you know she's psycho," Scott whispered.

"I think you mean psychic. Anyway, we can run over her," Pietro announced.

"No," Toad correct. "We can't. She can probably stop it, even if we do tie her down."

They all stared at the ground, thinking hard about what they could do.

Jean stamped her feet. "Hurry up you two! I don't have all day to see how you're planning on killing me!"

Pietro looked up at her, shocked at the fact that she was still standing. She could have easily flown away or took the car. He shook his head sadly. 'It's sad that she's stupid. Not everyone can be smart and sexy like me.' He turned his attention back to the two guys by him. "We have to figure this out. We have to kill her, but then again we can't get caught for it."

Scott slammed his fist into his palm. "Damn it! She drives me crazy!"

Toad blinked. "That's it!"

"Huh?" Both Scott and Pietro looked at him blankly.

"Let's drive her crazy! If it gets far enough, she'll kill herself. It's the perfect crime!"

"Right. So how're we going to do that?" Scott adjusted his special sunglasses. "It's not like we can kill her by making her watching the Teletubbies or something."

Pietro stared at him. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but that's the smartest thing I've ever heard you say! Will you ever cease to amaze me?"

The teen wrinkled his nose in deep thought. "Yeah. I think I probably will." He brightened up. "So my idea will work?"

"Yeah. I'll get her there." The silver haired teen stood up and brushed the dirt off of him. "Seeing as I'm the better looking of the three, my powers of persuasion will be a lot more better." He turned towards Jean and strode towards her, administering his so-called 'pimp walk' as he did so.

Toad and Scott shook their heads. Pietro was too full of himself. It was surprising that his stupid attempts to seduce a girl worked more times than not. It was a scary, scary thing to see it work.

"Jean…" Pietro purred. He slicked back his silver bangs and winked seductively at the redhead.

"What do you want? How are you going to kill me? And it better be good too."

The silver haired teen frowned. Jean was an idiot…and a slut. He smiled. This would be interesting. "I can't tell you how we're going to kill you. It's a big surprise, you see."

"Oh, really? I can't wait to see!" She narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion. "So are you still standing here if it's a surprise?"

"Well, you are a slut, right? And…" He faked a shy look. "You know how everyone says you're experienced…maybe I can say good bye to you in a way you'd understand." He winked seductively again. "That is, if you can handle me. I've got speed on my side and that means I've got a lot of endurance."

Scott, who was listening, gaped in sickened disgust and collapsed backwards. "EVERYONE'S AGAINST ME!" he screamed.

Toad raised an eyebrow, staring at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Everyone wants a piece of Jean! Why can't he just kill her?" He began to sob hysterically.

"No one wants a piece of her! She just puts out really easily. For guys, that just means an easy way to get laid. It's not like they think Jean is hot or something."

Scott glared at him from behind his sunglasses. "Shut up. You got laid by her too, didn't you?"

Toad sat there in silence for a while. "Never say anything like that again or I'll shove my foot up your ass."

"Hmph."

"So," Pietro began. He gestured to the car. "Wanna get in, babe?"

"Sure. I guess it'd be ok if you were the last person I had a little fun with. You don't have to pay either!"

The silver haired mutant did his best not to shudder.

Pietro closed the door behind him. He flashed Jean a smile. "Lets get busy!"

Jean returned the smile. She pushed the teen onto the bed and immediately began to tug at the zipper of his black hoodie. For a moment, Pietro froze, shocked that Jean took things this quickly. He shook his head and realized that this was Jean, not some hot, sexy cheerleader. This was a Grade A slut.

"NOW!" he screamed, grabbing Jeans arms and holding them tightly to keep her from escaping.

Scott and Pietro ran in. They held several rolls of duct tape. "What're we trying to fix again?" Scott demanded, looking blankly at his roll of tape.

"This slut. We're making sure she never does things like this again."

"Oh you know what would be really scary? She could end up being a zombie and she'd still be a slut! Then it'd be like forcing people to be necro-something-somes!"

"Necrophiliacs," Toad corrected. He glared at the boy. "She's gonna be dead! No zombies, you dumb ass!"

Pietro growled in frustration. He sped to a nearby chair and watched as Toad used the duct tape to pin her arms, legs and body against the chair. They duct taped it to the wall. Then they duct taped the small TV. to the bureau. They taped the window and everything else securely so Jean couldn't lift it up. Duct tape was a very powerful thing.

"Oh…is this going to be like a hostage foursome?" Jean asked in excitement. "I've always wanted to try this!"

The three teens gaped at her in surprise. "NO!"

Scott turned on the TV. He thrust a tape in and pushed the play button.

"Lucky for us, Scott tapes every episode of the Teletubbies," Pietro told Jean. "Enjoy. This is how you're to die." He frowned, watching the redhead close her eyes. He used a piece of duct tape and taped her eyelids open. Who cared if her eyeballs dried out? Maybe the sound of the Teletubbies would drive her insane!

"Have fun!"

The three boys left the room and locked it, smiling as they heard Jean's tortured screams mask the sound of the Teletubbie theme song.

"I almost feel bad..." Scott said absently.

"Almost is the keyword there," Pietro announced.

"Yup."