Wavier oneshots (Wednesday & Xavier)

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Psychotic Ghostface partners? Yes please. 

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Xavier smirked as he stared at his own reflection. He glanced at the matted blood in his long locks. Not his blood, no, but rather his classmates. 

He grabbed a piece of toilet paper from the roll and wiped his knife dry, leaving it sparkling and like new. He folded his long black robe, set his mask and knife on top and went to put it in his closet. He smiled as he slid the fabric onto the closet shelf. 

He was damn good at this. 

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Xavier held the phone in his hand. The phone he used for his calls. His voice changer blinked red in his costume, just dim enough where it didn't show through and call attention to the tall boy in the alley. He eyed the girl. He'd been planning this kill for a week, much longer then the rest of the murders had taken to plan. 

This girl was special. 

She wore all black. Never an ounce of color. She was pale, expect for the gently freckles that covered the bridge of her nose. She had dark eyes, that shimmered delicately in the light. 

He had never seen someone so beautiful. 

Too bad she had to die. 

He didn't have a motive, exactly. Just the hungry urge for power and blood on his hands.

Yeah, he definitely should have gone to a therapist for this a long time ago. 

He watched the "Stab" movies growing up. Saw the news surrounding the killings that followed those events. 

They were keeping it alive. These past Ghostfaces had kept the story of Ghostface alive and well all these years. 

He wanted to be part of that. 

He worked alone. He knew Roman had done that in the past. That's what set him apart from the rest. So Xavier did that too. Only Xavier would find another special trait to set him apart from the rest. He wanted to be special. He wanted to be recognized for what he did as something more then just a continuation.

He wanted his own fame, aside from the franchise. 

So he worked alone and picked on unsuspecting people, stalking them for days on end before making his move and striking. He would leave his own mark, too. He carved a small "X" into each of his victims, right below the heart. 

They had already made a news article on it. They hadn't even thought the X to be an initial. They thought it was more of a game. X marks the spot. 

But Xavier was just signing his work. 

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Xavier's breath was getting heavy in his mask. He could feel the skin around his mouth, under his eyes, and his eyebrows sweating. He brought out the phone and called the girls number.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring. 

"Hello?" That sweet, calming voice. Maybe he'd keep her vocal cords afterwards. 

"Hello, Wednesday" Xavier spoke, his voice raspy and cunning, sharp and witty from the voice changer, slightly muffled from his mask. 

"Oh...this game again." The girl sighed, and Xavier saw he roll her eyes from his spot. Again?

"This is not a 'game' Wednesday." Xavier told her, already deeply annoyed with her. 

"Listen, I've done this dance before. Fucking Quinn Bailey attempted to take my life last year. I'm not going to lose this time."