Crimson red blood was splattered all over the alley way wall and the dead, bloody body of a boy around 17 years old was propped up against the wall with his hands in his lap and his dull eyes closed. Xavier stood in front of him with a gun in his right hand and blood splattered on the front of his shirt and hand print of a bruise on his wrist and one slowly developing on his neck from being choked and held up against the same wall that was covered in blood. A large hole impaled the younger boy's forehead and blood ran down his nose to his chin and throat. Xavier coughed into his arm and huffed out a heavy breath. He reloaded his gun, having only one bullet in it before, and sighed, looking at the boy. He turned then froze, his eyes widened. "X-Xavier?" Alec stuttered, taking a step back. He's never seen Xavier like this so Xavier got why he was so afraid but... it still hurt. "Alec! You know I've been a hitman for years, why is this new to you?" He tried to convince Alec but Alec shook his head. "He's not even 18 Xavier! How could you kill him?!" Alec snapped, his shock trance letting go of him. Xavier put the safety on his gun and put it in his back pocket, lifting his shirt so that it would fall over the pistol. "He's killed people too puppy, you know I only go after bad people. If he was innocent I wouldn't have killed him," Xavier explained and Alec stopped in his tracks then looked down. "I-I guess you're right," he muttered. Xavier walked forward with a small smile and tilted up Alec's chin so that he was looking Xavier in the eyes. Xavier saw the slight fear in Alec's eyes and cupped his cheek. "You know I'd never hurt you, right?" Xavier asked and Alec paused then gave a small nod. "Good, now can we go home so I can clean this off of me?" Xavier said, pulling away and glancing at himself in disgust. Alec gave out a small chuckle and nodded again. "Sure."