The Key to X | Editing - but on hold

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The night was clear, letting a clear view of the many constellations in the air appear clear. I stood without my cloak the breeze brushing against my skin softly. I was glad that he saw my point of view with Lilith and what I do is all for the better. I stared up at Perseus, Andromeda, Sirius, Regulus, and Orion and countless other stars blinked bright in the sky. A set of footsteps approached me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"You wanted to talk tonight?" Paul spoke, staring up at the stars like I.

"Indeed, Paul. It is the time the Academy knows who I really am." Paul led me towards a conference room where there was a large black hoodie for me to wear. I put it on, noting that there were a camera and a layer of black glass that I was not able to see through. "Start out by answer questions, then. I have a feeling that the entire school is watching, including the princes."

"Alright then. Introduce yourself then." I turned towards the camera, looking dead in the eye.

"My name is Alexei, or most commonly known as X. On camera, you still can see red eyes. And believe me, my eyes aren't actually red." Paul let out a laugh, motioning me to continue. "I am sixteen years of age, born to a noble family. To answer any dying questions, I was sent to the Mental Asylum for the Ill and Criminals, where I met my mentor, Ninja. I trained, practiced and am who I am because of him. Go ahead, Paul. Ask away."

"Alright Alexei, Why did you choose the name X, why not just 'Alexei the Killer?'" I made a face, answering his question simply.

"Well, in math, X is usually a variable, for unknown. It deals quite a bit with my name, actually. I am unknown, and my real name isn't Alexei. It's just a name I use."

"Er, alright then. How did you know Prince Fallon, Prince Ashton, and Anastasia Lexington?" I let out a sigh, answering the question easily.

"I went to the same school as Fallon and Anastasia. I met Ashton at a polo competition, and we became fast friends. Oh, and it is true about Fallon and Anastasia's engagement." I held up a box and opened it. "Sorry Fallon, I've spoken to Anne about it. I'm just borrowing it for tonight." I grinned cheekily, setting the box down, crossing my arms.

"No offense... but are you mental?"

"A bit yeah, but I think I'm sane enough to be talking instead of killing you at this moment." The detective shuddered a bit, arms shaking.

"Why did you kill John Miller and Frank Bones?" I waved my hand, two thick files appearing on the table, pushing them to Paul.

"John Miller was a terrorist that was still in league with the attackers of 9/11. Frank Bones worked with a gang that killed children for their abilities. He is the reason why the random disappearances at the Academy."

"Okay... enough with the questions. Um, how about you reveal yourself?" I made a face, giving him a blank stare with my red eyes. "Uh... if your eyes aren't red... are you wearing contacts?"

"And the winner is... Paul Ace!" I rolled my eyes, popping out my contacts and set them on the table, staring into the camera, then at Paul. "I have blue eyes, actually." The corners of my eyes crinkled in laughter. "I bet you didn't see that one coming." I took off the hoodie, my messy hair still present.

"Er... what accent do you have?"

"Good question, Paul. I have a mix of European accents." I frowned, racking my head for my main accent. "And it is mostly Russian, the courtesy of my name and main nationality." I swapped my accent to my regular accent, the familiar mix returning to my face.

"Um, are you wearing a wig?"

"Bingo," I applauded, tugging the messy jet-black hair off my head, and pulled my hair over my face, turning to the camera and Paul.

"You..." Paul gasped, his eyes wide in surprise.

"Me," I grinned, knowing that no illusion could hide my true identity.

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Hehe... now you've just got to wait a bit while I type up the next chapter before the Epilogue.

-Charlie