Peter Bishop was sat alone in his room, his head in his hands looking all moody and introspective, he started crying too so you know he's a deep guy. Since he stopped existing his life has been pretty terrible. "Hey, why are you crying?" said a voice from the next room, "Who is that? How do you know I'm here? I don't exist!" Peter replied. He was glad to talk to someone again; it had been six days since he stopped existing so he hadn't been able to talk to anyone. "It's me" the voice replied, "I still don't know who you are, you're in a different room to me" Peter said back as he put on his first shoe.
Lincoln Lee walked into the room holding a shoe. "Lincoln! I'm so glad you're here and can see me! I haven't existed for almost a week and I can't find my shoe." Peter got up to embrace him but hesitated, "Wait. Are you the gay Lincoln or the straight one from over there? Also can I have my shoe" "The gay one, and yes. Gene had borrowed it." Lincoln replied as he stepped closer to Peter. They stood motionless for a second forgetting that they were going to hug or something.
Everything in the room was perfectly still as a car suddenly burst through the wall. Diving backwards trying to avoid the vehicle which has crashed into the building for a reason I'm not going to go into, Lincoln's arm smashed against the floor as his full weight landed on it. Peter wasn't as lucky and the car hit his side and knocked him to the ground, it continued onwards and stopped while on his bloody body.
Peter didn't want to die, but I've only read two fanfictions like this and he dies in both so I assume he has to. He cried out in agony as he felt one of his ribs snap. Lincoln was bleeding too, clutching his arm he crawled over to Peter and tried to comfort him. Peter could see nothing but the twisted metal and fire that surrounded him so he called out even though Lincoln was right next to him. Peter desperately tried to focus on the face in front of him as he slowly slipped away.
Lincoln laid on the floor next to Peter's bloody corpse for what felt like hours, cursing himself "Why not me?" when the car erupted in a giant fireball and he died too.
I lied about not explaining the car.
Agent Jessup stepped out of the remains of the car into the destroyed house. Her work was done.
Then Valerie Boone turned her into July.