Prolouge/AN

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Its been twelve days. Twelve days since Xavier had been stuck in this damned building with other people just like him. The smell of disinfectant and rubber filled his nose as he breathed in.
........................................................ A/N: I don't like these so i wont do them a lot but Thanks for reading WARNING: could trigger

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