Chapter XXX (Haha Funny Name)

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December 27, 2023

8:00 AM

Brooklyn, New York City, New York

Dorian sat in his car outside a warehouse. Specifically, the same shot-up warehouse. He had tracked the car that took Xavier by its license plate and had managed to get Clover to a hospital. They didn't know if she would make it yet. As he sat outside, he saw an orange flash from the sixth floor and a loud bang. A gunshot.

Dorian snatched his guitar case and ran out of his vehicle. As he ran, he swiftly checked his phone. He clicked to go to the gallery and looked at a picture he took. It said 5 names; Logan Johnson, Bud Smith, John Henson, Javier Reeves, Damon Jelaty. It had their addresses right beside them. They all lived in the same apartment complex, on the same floor. A weird move for criminals trying to lay-low. But he decided he would give Xavier the names.

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Dorian set down his guitar case before he snapped open the case, the same rifle Xavier landed him was in it. Dorian looked at the window he was going to watch over as he snatched the rifle out of the case. He carefully snapped the scope on as he aimed it, looking out and in the scope. He looked through the window and saw what he needed.

"I got you, you son of a bitch." Dorian whispered.

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BANG!

Xavier's eyes snapped open as he attempted to regain his conscience. He was in a bright room. He looked up and saw a man he didn't recognize.

"Xavier..." He said menacingly.

Xavier tried to jump up, but he was tied up with cable ties.

"Motherfuck... who are you? Where's Clover?" Xavier said in an extremely concerned tone.

"I work for Rich, but I'll keep my name to myself for now in case any... funny business happens." The man confessed.

"Well, you just said you worked for Rich, you're dead."

"No..."

The man opened the door beside him and walked into another room, where Xavier overhead muffled screams.

"What the..." Xavier questioned himself.

Xavier then saw the man and another bloodied man locking arms, the bloodied man seemed unwilling to do it. The man carried a radio in his other arm. The bloodied man, meanwhile, was Tyler. Xavier recognized him. The man tossed Tyler onto the floor. Tyler had tape on his mouth.

"Tyler? What the..."

The man plugged the radio into the wall and tuned it to what seemed like 54.3. As it sprung to life, it started to play Dream On by Aerosmith. Tyler started to cry as the melancholy guitar played.

"I love this song." The man spoke. He pointed his gun at Tyler; "Now, let's get this over with."

"Do you even..." Xavier struggled to speak.

The man chuckled before ripped the tape off of Tyler's mouth. Tyler squealed a bit.

"Is that you, Xavier?" Tyler asked, Xavier could hear the 'cry' in his voice.

"Wha... ye... yes. Yes." Xavier said, confused.

The song's lyrics started.

Every time​ that I look in the mirror

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