Number Fourteen: Death by Scott
Life was just too cruel, wasn’t it? Scott didn’t think there could be a more painful death than falling in a blender, but he seemed to have found it in being sat on by Blob. It was so slow... slowly everything went “squish”. It was one of the most horrible noises ever, worse than fingernails down a blackboard. Especially with that crack that came with it.
And so Scott was sitting in his room, crying. What had he done to make everyone hate him? Okay, so he was boring, he was stupid, he was the lamest X-Man ever, he never had any fun, he had a useless power... but why should you hate him for that? It wasn’t fair.
He stared at himself in the full-length mirror. He couldn’t see anything to hate... well, perhaps that visor DID look a bit useless. And he did feel like smashing stuff up. So, here goes...
He wrenched the visor off his head, and threw it on the ground. He saw, for the first time in a very very long time, what he looked like without it on, before the red energy bolts hit the mirror and reflected back, stabbing him straight through the middle and blasting him through the wall. He was dead before he even hit the ground.
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