The Key to X | Editing - but on hold

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I sat on the roof of the Academy, staring out into the starry night sky, only turning slightly by the rustle of leaves. I turned, only to be met with a two sets of familiar eyes. Ashton's two most trusted "assassins," Raven and Walter. They were known as the Twins, both evenly matched in skill, agility, and ability. My gaze sharpened as I turned towards them, crossing my arms in annoyance.

"So, it's finally time for us to meet you. You must be X." I gave Raven a curt nod, before speaking softly.

"Ah, meaning that Ashton has sent his twins to kill me?" Walter gave me a cold stare before opening his palm, a jet of blue light blasting from his hands. Raven stood, blasting red light from her hands. I stood, snapping my fingers and "disappeared" on the spot.

Walter gave a sniff in the air, turning to his sister in confusion. "Did we manage to scare away X?" I mentally chuckled, making my way over the two twins, who both looked oblivious to where I was. I reached my hands over, head locking the two of them, one in each hand and pinned them to the ground. I pulled up an illusion of ropes and "tied" them up.

"What are you two here for?" I questioned, dropping my illusion of my invisibility, sitting down crisscrossed onto the ground. I watched as Raven and Walter exchanged thoughts, going back and forth. Raven stared into my eyes, a sharp pain echoing in my head. My eyes darken in anger as I shoved her presence out of my mind. I picked her up with my left hand, holding her high up.

"Please don't kill her." Walter whimpered staring at me in fright.

"Don't try going into my head next time," I snarled at her, spitting in her face. "Next time you do it, I'll be quick with your death." I dropped her to the ground, letting her fall unconscious and turned to Walter. He was whimpering in fright, struggling through his imaginary bonds, trying to break free.

"D-don't kill me." He cried, shaking and trembling as I approached him. I snapped my fingers, his bonds, and his sister's disappearing.

"Go to Ashton. Tell him next time he wants to talk to me, tell him to come in person. Otherwise, I will not hesitate to kill." I spat, turning away. "Go. Go before I change my mind and kill you both." Walter picked up his limp sister and dashed off, departing the school and wherever Ashton was.

I sighed, sitting down on an edge of the roof, enjoying the breeze and scanned the parameters of the school. I often saw teachers step out, taking a stroll for fresh air; however, due to my presence, barely anyone would come outside. I spotted a figure walking slowly, a small smirk curving onto my face before I leaped, making my way down towards the ground and towards the figure.

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"Gwen," I spoke, my accent thickening a bit to hide my identity. The professor tripped, falling to the floor in surprise. I sighed, bending down to help her up. She refused to take my hand, standing up and dusted off her pants. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted someone to talk to." I watched her expression, clearly not as masked as mine. She seemed to be trying to bite back a bark of laughter.

"You? A killer? Trying to talk to someone, rather than kill?" She pulled out a small blade, testing the weight in her palm before twirling it. "I know where to throw and hit. Tell me why you're out here." I snapped my fingers, the knife disappearing on the spot.

"You can't possibly be convinced that a small kitchen knife could hurt me." I let out a haughty laugh, pulling back my hood and took off my mask. "Now that you can see my face, would you trust me to talk then?" She pursed her lips, bit confused by my antics and shrugged. "I can't talk for long Gwen," I spoke, picking up a sharp and faint whistling sound in the background. "Tell Paul to look in the archives about the victims, alright?" I turned away, leaping off the ground and into the air, making myself disappear from plain sight.

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October 18th, 2014

Kay Stadium

The night air was fresh, almost as if the land of the East had not been any more peaceful. Within the peace, there would always be a beast, the bad guy to anything good. It was a day to be remembered, the day that I would kill countless of people that were set on rebelling against the Eastern royal family and taking over the kingdom. The result would be mass chaos and destruction of the entire kingdom, not something I particularly wanted to view upon. In the future, that day was known as X's largest mass murder, the killing of Kay Stadium, the killing of all.

That night, however, I was a little... too tipsy. Unfortunately for myself, at age fourteen, I was still not yet able to hold my liquor. Alas, if I weren't drunk, I wouldn't have killed like I had. I ordered cherry vodka, my favorite, and downed more than ten shots, which was a lot for someone at my age. I knew the bartender, Bill, and we were good enough friends to know that I was stressed, and needed a bit of alcohol to clear up my mind. I knew I was going to kill that night, but Bill did not.

I entered the stadium at 19:00, with my cloak and knives hidden. I knew that today's game wasn't just any baseball game; rather it would be a secret meeting to kill the royal family. I was a bit off balance already when I entered, which luckily, was not detected by the guards. I went to ready myself at 7:30, where my massacre would begin. The stadium was small, unlike most, in knowledge that the killings would not count to my "killings" list since it would be too many to count. Just as I exited the restroom, I walked into a chubby and portly man, who was a bit tipsy as well. My eyes flashed in anger, slashing at his throat, sloshing the blood against the wall.

My lungs filled with the metallic scent of blood and I ran, killing everything, everyone. I do not remember much from the night, my drunken self a bit giddy about killing and no one to stop me. By the time I finished, it was about 22:00, two hours later. The metallic scent of blood was in the air, my arms a bit sore from the killing. I left; leaving the rotting bodies out and went home, collapsing on my bed in exhaustion.

I woke up the next morning, obviously, my disguise removed, looking at the news. People were mourning those that were killed in my killings, a painful headache making its way into my brain. I groaned, pushing it out of my mind and went outside. The royals were out, walking along the streets to see the killing. I felt a small stab of guilt that I killed all of the people but grasped onto the point that the kingdom and the royal family were safe.

From that point on, I vowed to the four royal families to protect their heirs, all for the better of their kingdoms, our people, and humanity. Ashton had crossed that line, meaning that I still could not kill him, but I could prevent the deaths of the other heirs. One day, Ashton will be defeated, to the point that when he is of age, he will rule his part of the world, the Western kingdom. All I have to hope, as that he doesn't get himself killed, to bring chaos upon his kingdom, the one that I had killed many of his jealous family members to keep him safe. I hope, for the best that my efforts are not in vain.

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Huh. So now you have a flashback of what happened in the Eastern kingdom. There is a bit about the royals, now a bit in question about how many of Ashton's family X really had to kill due to jealousy. 

-Charlie