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"The doctors said that your body is really weak, Connor. You need lots of rest to get better. "They've also looked over your wounds. They're really serious. You'll have to be patient because the treatment will take a long time. But you don't have to worry. No one will ever hurt you again while you're here. "I'll hire the best doctors and give you the best medicine. I'll take good care of you until you're back in top condition and heal all these wounds." I pointed at Diana, reflexively wanting to say that she and the others would hurt me while I was in the manor.

"You sure about that? Because it's not very heroic." "Heroic gets people killed," Xander said. "Practical keeps them alive. I'll take practical." Breckett made the sound that wasn't quite a laugh again. It was becoming familiar. "You're still irritating." "Still hearing that, yeah." They stood in front of the Luna statue for another minute, two men who hadn't chosen each other and had ended up here anyway, which was how most of the things that mattered actually happened. The first incision was at 4:17 AM.

She wanted to believe that she was brave and took such a harsh beating for a good purpose, but she knew no one knew the truth behind her scars, or that’s what they made her believe, so how would they know if she was being a hero when taking a beating. “You did. We haven’t known you long, but it was clear that you are and have always been a selfless person, that’s why I’m so sure that you must have been a hero and that’s why you got the same scars as me.” Xavier said, the sincerity in his voice made Jess feel overwhelmed with gratitude. It made her feel like she had someone believe in her. She gave him a small, grin-like smile. “So, what you are telling me is that I have the same attitude tha

She looked at him. “I want to build a world where no one has to.” Before Dawn – The Last Watch The fire had burned low. Only embers remained. Xavier walked alone now until he reached the edge of the festival ground. There, half-buried in the grass, was a single phoenix feather, glowing faintly. He picked it up. Behind him, Nya’s voice. “Keeping a souvenir?” He turned, smiling. “Maybe just a reminder.” “Of war?” “No,” he said softly. “Of survival.”

He tucked the chair under one massive arm, his golden-red aura flaring to its absolute limit to act as a thermal shield. "Vaughn!" Xander bellowed, his voice vibrating through the floors. "The Truth doesn't need a conductor!" Vaughn snapped out of the trance, his face twisting into a mask of inhuman rage. "No! You will not leave the theater!" He unleashed the violet blast, but he was a second too late. Xander had already pivoted. Using the superhuman strength of the Proto-Warg, Xander launched himself toward the gaping hole where the window had been.

The house she had grown up in, the parents who had loved her—everything was consumed by the flames. Little Starla curled up in a corner of the balcony, her face streaked with tears, too terrified to move. At that moment, she thought she was going to die. But in the next second, Xavier appeared. He was like a hero descending from the heavens. He kicked open the door and rushed inside, shielding her with his body, blocking the scorching embers with his back. “Starla, don’t be scared! I’m here!” In that instant, in Starla’s eyes, he was just like Spider-Man in the movies—her hero.

Xander spat with a small smirk on his lips and I feared for him He was utterly alone in this pack. No matter how powerful he was. He couldn't be as powerful as the people who were behind him to destroy him. It was totally impossible that he would have the strength to fight them all off. I was ready to have him change his mind. It wouldn't do him any good. "Are you sure that you know what you're doing, Xander? This bad hero worship that you're doing wouldn't do you any good. It's just the way it is. You're in my territory, you better watch what you say." Trent warned while advancing in the same direction.

It was the biggest mistake he could’ve made, and as I watched it all unfold my stomach twisted in on itself as dread coursed through me. Hector let the blow come through his guard, but before it could connect his hands shot up to wrap around Xavier’s wrist, and for a moment nothing happened.

Xavier stopped. The wind shifted, carrying the distant scent of storm and stone. He turned slowly to face his son. “You’re suggesting the Watchers lied.” “I’m suggesting,” Xander said carefully, “that they told us what kept them in control.” That was a dangerous thought. Xavier struck Xander across the face. The sound cracked through the trees. Birds scattered. Xander staggered but did not fall. He lifted his head slowly, blood at the corner of his mouth, eyes burning, not with pain, but understanding.

Spending time with Xavier makes the impossible, very possible. Dad: I hope you have a good excuse. A warning. One that comes before a one week detention. Am doomed. Kelvin is really going to make a comedy movie out of this. The bathroom door creaks and I look up to meet Xavier walking out of the bathroom. A loose tower wrapped around his lower waist, giving me a clear view of his V shape. I lick on my lower lip as droplets of water rolls down his chest and down to the spot, his lips curve into a smirk directed at me.