I'm Not The Villain

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Xavier told himself, "I'm ready. I'm ready."

He opened the door, but first.

He slid a thick carpet through it and jiggled the doorknob.

There was a black void at the other side of the door.

He punched it.

It revealed his parents' bedroom, except that his father was in it.

The father looked at him and almost hugged him.

Xavier pushed him away, "So you love me now?"

"Clearly seems like I should've left you there."

His father was speechless.

Xavier entered the room and took the paper.

He ripped it in half.

His father looked at him in distress.

"Oh dear..I'll tell your mother about this."

"You don't need to tell mom anything. It won't change what I'm about to do."

Xavier held up a knife and shoved him into the bedroom and locked it.

He whispered softly, "I'll do what I do best, Jack."

Xavier stabbed him and opened the window.

The air felt as if it was calling him.

It wasn't a high place, anyway, and he had completed his mission.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he closed his eyes and fell.

The ground was hard.

It did not take kindly, he was full of bruises, but he trusted the gas to teleport him to Aline's house now.

The gas agreed, and Xavier went there.

He climbed the stairs, which is something he did not have to do since Aline would be infront of him.

Fearing something happened to Aline, he rushed to find her.

And of course he did.

Of course he did.

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