Pietro is going to hook Sam up with a date. Is she the prefect girl? Or is she a fake?
Pietro was playing tetris in the family room. He was killing time until his info came.
Doug, a guy with gold hair and gray eyes, Lillian, a girl with silver hair and green eyes, and Jeremiah, black hair and silver eyes, walked into the room.
"Welcome," said Pietro.
"You have a big house," said Doug.
"But it's also a dirty one," said Lillian.
"Yeah," agreed Pietro. "But that's not why you're here."
"We're here to talk about Abigail," said Jeremiah.
Pietro nodded. "Sam really likes her and I need to know everything about her so I can help Sam inpress her. You three are her friend, so tell."
"Sure," said Lillian. "We want her to have a boy friend. Poor girl never had any luck. Sad thing is, most of the guys she's dated died."
"That's sad."
"Yeah. All rich guys murdered."
"Well Sam lives in a mansion but isn't rich, so he's safe from the murderer. So, talk."
"You ready?" asked Bobby.
"More than ready," said Sam.
"She's here," said Pietro.
A beautiful teen girl with gold hair and brown eyes walked in.
"Hi, Sam."
"Hi, Abigail."
"Well, go on," said Pietro. "Go have fun on your date."
"Let's go have some fun," said Abigail.
Sam smiled. "Yeah."
Once they were gone, Bobby said to Pietro, "She's hot."
"I know, right? Sam's going to have a great night."
Someone knocked on the door of the Brotherhood house like crazy.
"Coming!" called Pietro.
It was Jubilee, and she looked scared.
"Pietro, I think Sam is in danger!"
"What?"
"Me and Amara looked into this Abigail chick and we found out she's a crazy gold-digger killer! She dates rich guys and when she's done with them, she kills them!"
"Oh god. If that's true, then she must have gone out with Sam just to use him and kill him."
"What are we going to do?"
"I'm going to fix this."
It was dark out and Sam and Abigail were in the park, alone.
"You only liked me 'cause you thought I was rich?" asked Sam.
"Yeah, but since you're not, then there's no reason for us to see each other," said Abigail.
"So, this is goodbye?"
"Yeah, it is."
She pulled a gun out of her purse and aimed at Sam.
Pietro punched the bitch in the face, knocking her out cold.
"Holy," breathed Sam.
"It's okay," said Pietro. "Let's call the police. Then go home."
"How is he?" asked Lance.
"Okay," said Pietro. "And when he's no longer shakey, me and Bobby are going to hook him up with Rahne."
"They'd make a great cute."
"And she's not crazy."