Social Suicide
When life gets tough
And you've had enough
There's only one place to turn.
Things had been getting wierd around the mansion, and not in a good way.
Over the past few months the infirmary had, and was continuing to be swamped with mass sucide attempts.
In fact they had almost directly coinsided with the arrival a new mutant calling himself Vapour. It had started slowly at first, but almost instantly, as soon as he arrived.
Hannah took the pills.
Jason found the gun.
Harry hung by rope.
Where it had just been one, now there were dozens, and they were growing. As if it was all some maschistic fad to attempt to shed the bonds of mortality.
To see who could play the game the best, and claim the final prize.
Which of them has won?
It was getting tiresome, this maniachal tug of war with death, and growing ever constant.
The ones who were able to be saved would come back screaming, only to try and claw their way back to where they were.
A hundred and one ways to die
And all before you're sixteen,
But life like this is far from a dream.
Babbling incoherantly about how much it hurt just to be, and how it would all be better when it was over.
Erin thought she met the man she'd marry,
Till he put her in an early grave.
Sarah went and took some pills
And died at her first rave.
By the time the Professor had figured out what going on, they had already lost half a dozen kids.
Kitty.
Jubilee.
Wanda.
Bobby.
John.
Rogue.
Even Kurt, good, sensable Kurt had forgone the stern warnings of his god against this heinous crime and succumbed.
Lucas liked racing fast,
Till the day he burnt and crashed.
Mary wanted to be thin,
Dying away from within.
Vapours were an old term used to describe depression or saddness, long before anyone knew what it was. It was from this that the new residant took his name. He appeared to have the ability to subject his victims to suicidal bouts of depression.
And someone was using him to get even.
A hundred and one ways to die
And all before you're sixteen,
But life like this is far from a dream.
But nothing could prepare them for the day when they would find the Professor slumped over in his chair, blood covering his bald head like a mane of the finest hair.
Their great leader, the uncorruptable mind they had thought so strong, could do nothing against the nature of his emotions. however manipulated they might have been.
If he, who was so much stronger than they, could do nothing against it, what hope did they have.
In the end,
when all is said and done,
Which of you is better than the rest?
Which of you has Won?
Social Suicide
When life gets tough
And you've had enough
There's only one place to turn.
Hannah took the pills.
Jason found the gun.
Harry hung by rope.
Which of them has won?
A hundred and one ways to die
And all before you're sixteen,
But life like this is far from a dream.
Erin thought she met the man she'd marry,
Till he put her in an early grave.
Sarah went and took some pills
And died at her first rave.
Lucas liked racing fast,
Till the day he burnt and crashed.
Mary wanted to be thin,
Dying away from within.
A hundred and one ways to die
And all before you're sixteen,
But life like this is far from a dream.
In the end,
when all is said and done,
Which of you is better than the rest?
Which of you has Won?