He figured it out. Finally. It took at least five weeks, for it to swallow him up, but finally it did, and he knew exactly what to do. He smiled, hiding the tiny God-sent weapon beneath his leather jacket. He pat where it sat, as though making sure it was there still, everything was ready. Everything was perfect. He stepped out the door, into the elegant hallway and saw Storm walking by. She seemed, startled that he was out of his room, but he just grinned and waved, with a relieved sigh, she waved back and asked him how he was, he could have answered truthfully, but then she might get suspicious, and she wouldn't understand.
"I'm awful." He lied through his teeth. But it was an easy lie, if it wasn't for his plan, he wouldn't even be able to leave his room. Storm watched him worriedly.
"You really took it hard, y'know." Yes, he did know, the day his world ended, when her body died, why couldn't his have gone with? They stood there for a moment, until Storm ran off, yelling something about being late for a class. He grinned smugly and continued strolling down the hallway towards the common areas.
"Cyclops!" It was Rogue, she ran up to him, looking excited. "Is there anything I can get you?" She asked, looking hopeful. He smiled kindly down at her.
"Rogue, that would be helpful, but no thanks, I'd rather help myself." She looked confused for a moment.
"What do you mean?" She questioned, crestfallen.
"This." He reached into his jacket, for his present. Rogue wouldn't understand, none of the children in the room could, but that was okay. It was time. Finally. It was time. He pulled it out, the gun. He held the sweet metal to his temple, and savored, for a moment, the terrified look on all of their faces.
"Finally." He whispered.