D.O.L.L. (BoyXBoy)

Chapter Twenty-One: **Bonus**

**Xavier**

I smile at Rick, that guy who gives the coffee out behind the cashier. "Thanks as always!" I call.

"See you tomorrow!"

How'd he know I'd come back tomorrow?

ESP...not.

He took so long to get my coffee, distracting me with talk.

I step outside the store, and skip along. As I do, I think about the time when I first told Rowan about Arthur.

How did that start again?

Oh, right. My facial expressions.

I laugh softly to myself. I mean, seriously, did he actually think I had emotions?

Then why did I find things funny or amusing?

I'll blame Arthur. Most likely his fair.

Rowan was nothing like Arthur. He was only open with some people and he didn't talk much to strangers. Although when he was with his friends, he was a chatty machine. He sucked at games and was a really big sore loser. He was nosy and stubborn and stupid.

And yet, I like him.

Why?

I have no idea. Don't ask me.

Rowan was a butt sometimes, but overall he was a good guy.

I smile brightly as I turn a corner and I immediately duck.

Why I have no idea; maybe because my sensors kicked in and cut the circuits in my knees for an instant, causing me to duck.

But I am really grateful for that because right after I ducked, a billet lands in the window of the truck behind me.

Jesus. What in the world?

I turn to look as I stand, and I raise an eyebrow. "Huh, servants of Arthur, right?" I ask coldly.

Arthur's servants didn't wear white leather like everyone else's did.

They wear dark blue leather with hold trimming. They also wore dark blue masks, covering half if their faces.

Creepy, I know.

"What are you guys doing here?" I ask brightly. "It's been, what, maybe 2 or three years?"

The one in the front grunts and in his hand is a gun.

I scan the weapon and my eyes widen.

Oh my gosh.

It's a Glock.

Wasn't that an ancient relic? That must cost so much.

Well, maybe not really ancient. Just old.

I hold my hands up as if to surrender. "Whoa, guys. Lets just talk about this, okay?"

As if.

The lead guy drops he gun slightly and takes a cautious step back. "Okay, first of all, Arthur wants you back. That's why we're here, so come with us."

So gullible.

I nod and then let my eyes purposefully trail behind them and widen.

They took the bait.

The men all look behind them and I bring my heel down on the leaders head. Blood spurts out and I grab the Glock. As the other two turn, I fire at their heads.

They fall down with bloody heads and I twirl the gun experimentally before putting it in my pocket.

That's e funny if I hit the trigger and I shot my foot.

Maybe.

I pick up the leader by the hair, ignoring he shocked faces of civilians and lean close to his ear. He shouldn't be dead. I didn't hit him THAT hard.

Maybe.

"Where's Arthur?" I ask.

He coughs blood. "Code Yellow, sir, Code Yellow. Plan A failure."

I punch him in the nose. "Tell me," I say. "Where is he?"

The man smiles with difficulty, and thn says, "Building AZX. But you might wanna hurry."

I almost drop his head. "Why?"

"Your new master may be going through some very traumatic experiences."

"Such as?"

"As... losing his vir...gin...nity..." he laughs and then he gasps in pain. His eyes kill back in his head and he breathes one last time.

I hate the death rattle sound.

I stand up slowly.

Looks like I did hit him hard enough to kill.

Whatever.

Traumatic experiences...

"'Such as losing his virginity."

My eyes widen. Oh no. M

Rowan.

I begin to run, run faster than I ever have before.

Not him.

Not him too.

You won't take him away from me too.

Anybody but him.

Alicia, Silvia, his dad, Ivory, Rick, anybody.

Anybody but Rowan.

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Not edited. Mind the mistakes.

Song is Kreisler's Love's Sorrow Piano Version.

Enjoy!

Aryniss