“Jon,” Jon’s mother called. “Mow the lawn.”
He didn’t answer, not wanting to set his controller down while in the middle of an important online battle on Modern Warfare 2. Him and his friends fighting a team in a capture the flag match, and they were twenty points behind, but he was slowly bringing us back from the brink.
“Jon!” his mother called again, yelling this time. “I said, mow the lawn!” She came into the room and briskly turned the game off. “Didn’t you hear me?”
“Mom, I was in the middle of an important battle,” he said, careful not to yell to loud. “My friends were counting on me.”
“I don’t care. When I tell you to mow the lawn, I expect you to mow the lawn.” She pointed out the door. “Outside. Now!”
Jon got up grudgingly, and walked out the door. The lawn mower was a normal, rusty, old John Deer, decades past its prime. Jon sometimes wondered how it still ran. The key sat in the ignition like it always did, allowing Jon to turn it without a problem. Reaching into his pocket, Jon realized he left his MP3 player inside. Leaving the lawn mower running he quickly ran back to the house.
When he was halfway to his house, he heard an explosion. He turned around just in time to see the lawn mower blade fly right at him. The world seemed to slow down as the blade passed right over his head; he could feel it cut his hair. It sliced right into the tree next to the walkway, going all the way through.
He sighed, knowing he had been very lucky. If that blade had come any lower, he would’ve been dead. His heart stopped as he heard a sickening crack. He looked up watched as the tree fell down on top of him, crushing him to death.
P.S. If you want to be a character that will be killed off, give me your name and a way you would like to die.
