Shadows in the Mirror
Scott had been having suicidal thoughts for some time. No one knew when it began, or how it was going to end. Everyone in the institute tried to help him. They tried to help him when he would cut himself or talk about killing himself, but trying only takes you so far.
Early one morning, at about 4 AM, everyone awoke to the sound of a gunshot. Everyone ran to Scott's room to find him dead. He had shot himself in the side of his head. It was too late to even try to save him.
A week later, Jean whipped the tears from her eyes as she packed up Scott's stuff into boxes. Everyone had offered to help, but she continued to reject them. She felt this was something she needed to do herself. She was nearly done when she realized it had suddenly gotten very cold in the room. She tried to ignore it, but after a few minutes she was shivering. She walked over to the thermostat to see there was no difference in tempter. Jean figured it was only a malfunction and would tell Xavier later.
As she walked back to Scott's room, she thought she saw, out of the corner of her eye, the reflection of some shadow thing in a mirror she pasted. Then, the tempter returned to normal as Jean looked in the mirror to see nothing there. Jean shrugged as she went back to packing Scott things.
A couple of days later, the tempter dropped again. Jean went back to thermostat and realized she forgot to tell Xavier it was broken the first time. She told herself she would tell him as soon as he got back. As she walked back to her room, she again thought she saw a shadow in the mirror she was passing. She stopped and looked in the mirror to see a shadow behind her. The shape was indescribable. Jean turned around to see nothing was there. She looked back in the mirror and saw the shadow. Jean almost screamed as it began to change shape. It began to take the shape of a tall person.
Slowly, it stepped out of the mirror in front of Jean. Jean began to scream for help, but it was no use. No one was there. She was all alone. With the thing. Jean opened her mouth and screamed her last scream…
A few hours later, Kurt, Bobby, Evan, and Kitty came back to the institute to find themselves all alone. It does until they found the blood all over the mirror and walls did they even know Jean was dead.
A few months later, on a warm summer night, Kurt woke up shivering. The room suddenly became very cold. Kurt walked to the thermostat to see it was normal. He had a feeling that something was wrong, but he just shook it off and told himself it was just a malfunction, besides, he was too tired to think.
Kurt slowly stumbled down the hall in the cold. As he past the mirror, he thought he saw something. He went back to try to see what it was, however, in the darkened room Kurt had trouble seeing everything. He placed his face closer to the mirror and squinted. Just when he was finally able to make something out, the room filled with light.
"Whoa," Kurt said, almost stumbling as he jumped back. He looked around the room to see Logan standing in front of the light switch looking tired. The tempter suddenly went back to normal.
"Elf, what are doing?" Logan asked half-annoyed and half-tired.
"I – The – I zought I saw something in ze mirror," Kurt stammered. Logan gave him a strange look for a minute before walking over to the mirror and looking into it to see nothing.
"There's nothing there," Logan sighed tiredly, "You were probably just seeing things. Now, go to bed."
"But I-" Kurt started before being interrupted by Logan.
"It was probably nothing," Logan insisted. "Now just go back to bed." Kurt looked at the mirror again for a minute before doing what he was told. Logan watched as Kurt walked out of the room. He then glanced at the mirror one last time himself before going back to bed. As he lied down to sleep he couldn't help but thing something bad was going to happen. He prayed he was wrong.
A few months later, Kurt was walking down the hall. Again, he thought he saw something in the mirror. He looked in it to see a large shadow figure. He spun around to see nothing standing behind him. When he looked back in it, he saw the shadow beginning to take shape of something.
Kurt was beginning to tremble. He knew something bad was going to happen, but he wanted to see what. Besides, he knew if he tried running the thing would come after him. Kurt's eyes widened when he saw what the shadow was forming into. Behind him, in the mirror, stood Jean. She was covered in fresh blood and looked pale and lifeless. Jean slowly raised her hand as though she were going to grab Kurt. Kurt began screaming as he quickly teleported out of the hall, however, it was too quick for him to think of where to go.
Kurt found himself in a darkened room. It took him a minute to realize he was in Jean's room—well—old room.
Kurt's heart was beating quickly and his breathing was heavy. Kurt shut his eyes. Relax Kurt, Kurt told himself, You didn't see anything. There's nothing there.
When Kurt opened his eyes again, he saw Jean standing in front of him. She flashed him a wide grin. Kurt screamed again. He quickly spun around and ran out of the room down the hall.
"Oh Kurt," He heard Jean call after him, her voice was so strange. It was like a whisper. It also was like she was right next to him, "Kurt, there's no use in running. You know we'll catch you." Kurt continued to run down the stairs, looking for someone to help him. He ran into the dining room to see someone looking out the window. They were dressed in all black and had their back facing Kurt. Kurt didn't know who it was, but preyed they could help him.
"Help!" Kurt pleaded, "Somezing's after me!"
The person just stood there looking out the window, completely ignoring Kurt's pleads.
"Hello?" Kurt asked, "Did you hear me?"
No response.
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked.
Still nothing.
"Do you need some help?" Kurt asked with concern in his voice. He took a step forward when he suddenly heard fain laughter coming from outside the room.
"It's coming!" Kurt yelled as he ran over to the boy dressed in all black, "We have to get out of he-" Kurt was cut when he saw who the boy dressed in black was. Scott.
Scott quickly grabbed Kurt's wrist before he could run. "Let go!" Kurt screamed. As he tried to loosen Scott grip, but it stayed tight. Kurt then tried to teleport, but nothing worked. Kurt looked up at Scott screaming. Scott just laughed. "Try to get away," He said in a whisper, "You never will."
Kurt suddenly felt something grab his other wrist. He looked to see Jean holding it tightly, he couldn't get away. "Help!" Kurt cried out, "Someone help me!"
"Keep screaming," Jean said as Kurt continued to scream and call out, "No one will hear you." Kurt looked up at her,
"Vhat do you vant?" Kurt chocked out, trying to get away.
"Oh, we don't won't do anything," Scott assured him as he and Jean began laughing. Suddenly, the door burst open and a large shadow-thing slowly came in. "He on the other hand," Scott said. Kurt began screaming.
"Help! Help! Somebody help me!" Kurt cried out. Jean and Scott laughed at Kurt's fear as the shadow came closer. Kurt closed his eyes as the shadow came closer and closer. He opened his mouth and screamed one last time…
Everyone screamed when they found Kurt's body drenched in rich, fresh blood. They were even more shocked to see the dark, hand shaped bruises on both his wrists and the look of fear frozen on his face.