Running through the forest, Westchester, he knew that's where he was.
'Oh god oh god oh god',
he looked behind himself for a split second and saw the small horde still chasing him.
"Fuck!"
He yelled to himself as he fell,
'Scrapped knees, broken rib, tried,
so, so fucking tired.
C'mon Summers!'
He yelled out as he unleashed his optic blast, knocking back and even ripping the decaying bodies apart.
"Oh, thank God," he sighed in relief. Then in desperation Scott pleaded into the coms.
"Hello? Hello?? If anyone picks up this is Scott Summers, Leader of The X-Men! Please get back to me right away!"
He knew no one would answer, not after what happened prior. He switched channels and pleaded once more.
"Nightcrawler?"
Nothing.
"Storm?"
Nothing.
"Colossus?"
Nothing.
"Bobby?! Hank?! Warren?! Professor?!"
Nothing.
One last time.
'Oh god, please, please pick up.'
"Jean? Jean, it's me, it's Scott!"
Nothing.
He layed there, just in the outskirts of a park, crying. He knew she was gone, for Gods sake he hasn't seen her since the last attempt to try and contain whatever this was. Small steps arose, he heard, and started to panic and struggled to get up, leaves crunching under his footsteps, he supported himself by leaning on a tree. He looked what was before himself, and tried desperately to hold back his tears. Before him was Kitty Pryde, or rather a shell of what she once was, a decaying, molded, horrific shell. The small wind swayed her hair, covering her face, you could barely tell she was turned if it wasn't for the missing arm. Her tattered black and yellow spandex was hanging by a thread, Scott couldn't take it anymore.
"Kitty, oh, god... What'd they do to you?"
Scott managed to choke out. Even if she was capable of understanding, she probably wouldn't hear him, not that she would care.
After several seconds, which felt like hours to Scott, the once new X-Man lunges herself to Scott.
"Just another corpse."
He said, somberly to himself.
Kitty, hit by Scotts optic blast, is torn to pieces. All that's now left is her skeleton, fragments of her brownish gray skin still stayed on her, decaying flesh still on around her body, and her uniform,
Oh God, her uniform...
"Just another corpse."
He said once again, lowering his hand from his visor. Scott then grabbed a line of black and yellow from her uniform, tying it around his head.
"C'mon Cyclops, you were the Leader of The X-Men, ...before you were the only X-Man."
He walks away from the park and talks into the coms once more.
"This is Cyclops, The Last X-Man, if anyone gets this have no fear. I'm coming!"
