Number Nine: Death by Rogue
What was Scott to do? There was no more he could do. He’d hidden under the bed, he’d... wait. He had an idea! He knew there was, for some reason, a bomb shelter under the Institute. Perfect! He couldn’t get bombed again, and the Goose Fairy wouldn’t be able to find him... great! He ran down the stairs, yanked the door open, ran in, and locked it again. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw in panic that Rogue was sat on the other side of the room staring at him. Uh oh. Scott knew what was coming next.
“What are you doin’?” Rogue asked, annoyed. “This is ma bomb shelter!”
Scott tried desperately to pull back the bolts and turn the key and escape, but he couldn’t do it fast enough. Rogue smiled evilly and wandered slowly across the room towards him.
“No,” Scott wailed. “No, Rogue, you don’t want to do this...”
Rogue pulled one glove off. “Ah don’?”
“No, and... and...” Scott backed right up the door and frantically tried to barge through it. No good. It was nuclear-weapon-proof. “Come on Rogue, we could work this out...”
Rogue pulled her other glove off. “No, we can’t.”
“Oh, Rogue, don’t do this...” Scott wailed.
Rogue stepped forward slowly. She was really enjoying this, and she knew the longer it took, the more he would suffer.
“Please...” Scott begged.
Rogue shook her head slowly, and reached out. She grabbed on to his face with both hands, and slowly and painfully sucked all the energy out of Scott, who then fell to the floor, dead.
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