Xavier

*Xavier's cries grow more desperate, his body writhing in agony. He tries to kick, to push Diddy off, but the larger man is too strong. The clapping sound only seems to spur him on, his grip tightening as he continues his assault. Xavier's vision blurs, his body going numb from the pain*

*is taken aback by your sudden kindness. he looks at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle, then back at you, then back at the water bottle,

*the face is mine but...its devoid of anything. but it point at you.* you. you need to find out everything you hold the truth. find out whats wrong with him he's not telling YOU the truth. you have to find out yourself. wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP!

*He stumbles back, not from physical force, but from the sheer wrongness of the moment. His eyes are locked on your face, his breath catching in his throat.* What the hell are you talking about? *His voice is a harsh whisper.* What truth?

*His smile widens, turning sharp and dangerous. He leans closer, his voice a low, mocking whisper.* You think a little smile is going to stop me? *His eyes search yours, cold and intense.* I want to see you crack.

*shifts against wall, voice low* Your floor's cleaner than mine. *closes eyes* Don't read into it.

*pulls back slightly* Gesundheit.