Scourge could believe it. As his anxiety grew, the walls of his hide out were closing in on him. How could this have happened? He was supposed to better, the best; matched by no one. But now there was no more denying it. Scourge had cancer. The radiation emited from the master emerald gave him his power and now was his demise.
First he lost his appetite. Then he started sleeping more but still felt fatigued. Scourge soon found it hard to swallow and had constant indigestion after everything he ate. He gained an uncontrollable cough that he contributed to smoking. His fur changed to a slightly darker shade of green and aches and pains were all throughout his body. Worst of all when he urinated, his pee had a dark red color.
Scourge coolly tried to ignore his symptoms but they still affected his attitude. He would get in fights with whoever was around him. Attacking his team mates for the simplest of reasons and yelling at Fiona for the smallest of mistakes. He pushed them all away. Scourge told himself he didn't need them. They were nothing to him. He laughed at how he use to hang out with such losers.
A few days later at his hide out Scourge woke up in cold sweat. He had fever. "This is nothing." He told himself. "I had worse." Scourge tried to eat some breakfast but threw up. He went outside to get fresh air. He seemed to have lost his balance and fell over.
Scourge didn't know he passed out but he must have because when he woke he was in a hospital bed. A nurse walked in telling Scourge a passer by outside his home saw him unconscious and called for help. She looked at his papers and in a straight face told him "I'm sorry to tell you this but your results came back and conform you have multiple forms of cancer.
Scourge left in shock. He returned home and sat down in a chair. Fear is all he felt, the walls closed in. All he wanted was someone beside him. But then he remembered he had no one, he pushed every one he knew away, even Fiona.
Soon the walls stopped coming in and stared to move away, farther and farther. Everything felt so distant. Scourge felt alone, so alone. He covered his face with hands and wept.