Caution: Very violent content, please don't read this if you are unable to bear violence.

Even if I'd have tried I wouldn't have been able to move, but who ever could if the sight to behold was even similar to mine. How were you to react to seeing the very man you called your beloved doing such a thing. What were you to do when it felt as if in just moments your very earth had shattered beneath your feet, as if it had moved without letting you know, without taking you along.

His powerful leg swung back before coming forward with an earth shattering momentum, connecting with a sickening crunch to the ribs of the man who lay before him pitifully. It was as if the world had slowed, as the blow rippled through the man, rising up until it hit his mouth, which lay wide open, as blood leaked from his parted cracked lips. Blood seeping through his teeth. Harsh coughs escaped the man on the floor as he propped himself up on one quivering arm attempting to shuffle away from the very man I'd realized I'd come to love.

Xavier stood before him, his chin high in triumph, head tilted slightly in a perverse defiance to morals, his large hand tucked into the pocket of finely pressed dress pants. His jaw clenched tightly, his powerful features no longer only striking but also a cause for fear. The regal way he stood, as if the man before him was simply filth, and he the ruler of them all. The once beautiful melting silver eyes were now a solid dark grey, the storm within them no longer of love and affection but of anger, and ruthless aggression.

He bent down slowly grabbing the man from his collar to speak to him, his voice far from the soft way that he spoke to me. The depth of it no longer giving a sense of protection, but now striking the bells of alarm.
"You thought you could get away after what you did?" Xavier growled, his voice full of menace, a means of condescending the man who lay pitifully before him. The man's nearly black hair in absolute disarray, blue eyes filled with fear as he gazed up at Xavier, the way one looked at their end, the way one would look at death if it were to come before them. My eyes barely registered the men who stood behind Xavier, flanked on his sides but a safe distance away. Allowing for their boss to take out his aggressions as they simply watched quietly.

His hand forming a gigantic fist, before being propelled towards the nose of the man by the force in his large muscular body. The man's nose twisted gruesomely, but he had no time to recover before Xavier's fist was coming back towards his eye. The man sputtered and gasped for breath in Xavier's grasp desperately trying to free his collar from Xavier's unrelenting hold. His breathing growing laboured a sure sign of his ribs fracturing something vital. Xavier got back up, his leg swinging at the man once again sending him flying into the wall behind him. His body colliding with it and crumpling inwards as every instinct of the man fought to survive.

The man trembled against the wall backing himself further into it as Xavier menacingly made his way towards him, a deadly smirk coming onto his plump lips as he caught sight of the man's uncontrollable trembling. A triumphant look in those stormy grey eyes as he saw the way the mans body shuddered, backing itself further into the wall despite the obvious pain it caused him to move. As he moved closer to the man, the man's eyes became frantic, searching for anything to protect himself from the very person intending to end him. The man reached out a weak trembling arm to the vase that sat near him, letting out a heart wrenching cry as he turned onto his stomach to reach it, putting unbearable pressure on his surely broken ribs.

Xavier simply watched him for a moment, allowing the man's fingers to graze the glass, for his eyes to fill with hope before he lunged. Crushing the man's hand beneath his large foot, the heel of his dress shoes digging firmly into the bones of the man's hand, making him cry out as he tried to wrench his hand free. Xavier latched onto the vase pulling it out of the man's reach.

"Were you going to hit me with this?" Xavier asked closely analyzing the fine detailing on the glass vase.
"N-no." The man shuddered out, his other hand coming to clutch his ribs as Xavier moved his foot off of the man's now broken hand, kicking him in in chest this time. Effectively knocking out the little air the man had gotten with his audibly quivering inhales.

Xavier dropped the vase right next to where the man lay curled up watching him flinch as the glass pieces bounced off the floor and into his bruised skin. He reached down grabbing the man by his shirt, picking him up with ease and slamming him harshly into the wall. The very foundation of the house shaking with the force behind Xavier's movement.

"I'm going to do to you what you've done, what you planned to do." Xavier growled out, slamming the man once more into the wall, some blood from the man's injured head seeping onto the light coloured wall, leaving a shining crimson stain.

"Tell me what you did." Xavier growled.
"Nothing." The man yelled, tears leaking from his swollen eye, as he fought to blink them away.
"You lie, well I might just have to infer then won't I." Xavier said to the man in front of him, the quiet menace in his voice far more frightening then his loud growls. The very promise of irreversible traumatic pain. Xavier's palm connecting harshly with the man's cheek, making his whole face turn as he coughed up some more blood, but Xavier showed no mercy. His knee colliding harshly with the man's chest as the man crumpled against the wall, his body seeming to cave in on itself.
"Stand straight." He growled receiving only sputtered coughs in return.

His large calloused palm connected twice more to the same cheek, until the man's cheekbone was a deep shade of purple. Another loud slap had the already tender skin of the man's cheek splitting open revealing the very red substance that much of lay on the floor, some covering the walls. A bit now even on Xavier's black dress shirt, showing only as a light damp shine.

Xavier's fist curled in the man's hair as he twisted the man's face grotesquely until it was further then any humans head could turn naturally, and he slammed his head back into the wall. Not allowing the man to even catch his breath, slamming the man's head into the wall again and again as if something had taken over him. A deafening roar escaped Xavier as the plaster of the wall began to cave in and he let the man go, allowing him to crumple to the floor in his barely conscious state. The man was clearly fighting with everything inside of him to stay conscious. Perhaps it was the little hope that our mind held onto that maybe somebody would help, maybe the force would stop, maybe I'd get the strength to fight back.

Xavier pulls his leg back slamming it into the man once again in anger. The type of rage one had never seen before, the type of rage that no one could escape unscathed from, the type which who it was directed towards wouldn't escape with his life. It seemed for that man now only death would be his escape, death would be his freedom, from the brutish devil he'd been caught by.

He slammed his hands into the walls loudly, way above the man's head, but the plaster of the nearly broken wall shook further. The cracks getting larger, some powder and cement falling down and getting mixed into the blood that seeped through the man's thick dark hair.

Xavier's chest rose and fell as he stared down at the bloody crumpled mess of a man at his feet. His deranged stormy gaze passing over every inch of the man, analyzing closely every wound, every bruise. Like a lion looking at it's prey for all signs of weakness, assessing them to plan the final attack.

Xavier suddenly crouched down, leaning on his hunches near the man who stared at him through his one good eye, his lips trembling in fear, blood running to his eye that he tried to shake out. He tried to move away from Xavier as Xavier's hand latched onto his upper leg, but where was he to go when backed against a wall. Xavier gripped his lower leg in his other hand, suddenly turning his hands in opposite directions so swiftly that my blurry eyes nearly missed the movement. But the sickening crunch of the bone snapping, the muscles twisting and ripping out of their rightful places, the cry of agony that tore from the man's throat wasn't something I could miss. He quickly moved onto the other leg, doing the same with it. This time only a whimper escaped the man, the loud scream having taken out far too much of his injured shuddering weak body.

Xavier grabbed a large piece of jagged glass from off the floor, moving over to step on the man's injured hand. The weight of his large muscled body leaving the man immobile as Xavier pulled up his bloodied sleeve. He shifted, now resting with one leg folded behind him resting nearly all his weight on that foot beneath which lay the man's broken hand. Xavier crouched growing closer, which had a large shiver raking through the man, making more glass stab into his skin, but he didn't seem to care his body still trembled uncontrollably as Xavier neared him.

Xavier stabbed the glass into the man's arm, eliciting a sharp gasp from him, before going away at carving something into his hand. Using some of the little flesh left unharmed on the man's body as his own personal canvas, but he had been so good at painting. The man's chest rose and fell sharply as he lay immobile while Xavier worked away on his arm, his men, like me not daring to move as Xavier let his creativity flow, intentionally lifting up the glass piece before stabbing it back in at random places on the man's arms, while yanking his way through the flesh on other. Xavier finished finally moving back away from his created art. No remorse, read the man's heavily bleeding arm, the flesh so torn it was nearly illegible, and almost impossible for me to read through bleary eyes. My numb mind barely able to register the words as they rang in my head over and over again.
"Beautiful isn't it?" Xavier asked quietly, growling it out once more when the man didn't answer.

The man's lips parted, quivering in attempt to respond but the man had no energy left, he was far too broken to respond, but Xavier didn't like that. He kicked the man's side harshly once again making his side crash into the hard wall, and a slight whimper was heard throughout the room but the man didn't even have enough energy to open his mouth.
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"It'll forever be on your corpse, so I really do hope you like it, I can redo it if you don't though." Xavier said.
"So tell me do you like it." Xavier commanded again through clenched teeth, kicking the man's exposed ribs, the force lifting the man's body slightly up the wall.
"Yes." The man groaned out quietly, after several attempts, his voice coming out so croaky and so very defeated.

Xavier took a step away from the man, his arm reaching backwards suddenly and grabbing a hold of something tucked into the back pocket of his pants, something that in my trance I hadn't even noticed. Xavier yanked out a shining black metal gun, his grip so firm and easily kept on it as if he had held it many times before. The lethal weapon glinted dangerously in the dark of the basement. The man's eyes widening as he wearily looked up, more blood beginning to leak from his nearly swollen shut eye as he moved his eyelids.
"N-no pl-please." The man pleaded his voice cracking several times, a shudder rippling through him at the effort it took to speak. The sight was absolutely pitiful but Xavier took no pity at the man that lay before him in a pool of his very own mangled flesh and blood.

The gun cocked, clicking with a dangerous promise as Xavier took off the safety. Xavier's head tilted to the side his eyes taking over the man's crumpled form for a moment. My mouth opened as I tried to scream but absolutely no sound came out, the only thing I could hear was the sound of my very loud heartbeat, the blood rushing through my ears as I tried frantically to knock out of the trance my body had placed itself in. My mind a prisoner in the cage of it's very own body. The sound of the trigger being pulled didn't register in my mind, my teary eyes following the trail of the tiny black bullet as it hit its mark, embedding itself easily within the chest of the man. Hitting right where his heart should've been. The sound only now reaching me as the deadly grip that I had on my bag finally released. My white with exertion fingers that had such a deadly clasp on the bag suddenly unfurled as the deafening sound of the bullet finally made its way to me.

I barely even registered the sound of my bag hitting the floor, the contents within it bouncing creating a resonating sound in the now silenced basement. But the same was not for the people I'd been watching in a nearly comatose state.

They spun around to face me, but the only ones I'd noticed were the grey eyes that my own connected to. The grey eyes that I had fallen in love with, that ones I had come to confess to. The man that I thought I'd known, the man I'd so wrongly believed to be good.

Xavier completely froze as he caught sight of my trembling form, the storm in his eyes  changing so quickly, so many emotions dashing through them. Guilt perhaps for what I'd seen, shame for his actions being caught, and then love, longing, devastation, and so much more, faster then I could catch. His face relaxed completely, his regal stance slacking until it was slumped in remorse.
"Raine." Xavier mouthed in disbelief, his grey eyes travelling all over my petite form.

Xavier made a move to step towards me, and suddenly a loud scream rang through my ears, my brain only registering after a few long moments that the scream was mine. The absolutely frightened cry that had startled me and everyone who stood in the basement had come from me. Except for Xavier, the only thing visible on his face was absolute remorse, the lion guilty of letting the gazelle see the beast it was. His grey eyes clouded in hurt, as he took another step towards me and I scurried back, flattening myself against the wall. Staggered breaths leaving me, as I quivered against the wall in fear, unable to control or even comprehend my own actions. The instinct to survive taken over so strongly, to get away from the dangerous beast.

"Raine please." Xavier pleaded, his voice cracking as he whispered my name brokenly, his previously menacing growls now just a pleading whisper. He took another hesitant step towards me, and another frightened scream escaped me, ripping through my throat leaving it dry.
"Baby please." Xavier pleads, his chest caving in as the breath releases from within him.
"I'm not gonna hurt you angel I promise, please." He tries again.

"Boss." Says one of the men stepping closer to Xavier, revealing his familiar head, as displeased as he was with me the time he'd come to Xavier's home, he seemed just as sorry now.
"Get out." Xavier growled and I jolted against the wall and Xavier's eyes softened in regret as he caught sight of my movement.
"All of you just go." Xavier whispered softly not taking his eyes off me. Not even sparing Cole and James a glance. One by one they all left, Xavier's gaze keeping me imprisoned as they all make their way out until we are alone. Until I'm left alone with the infamous beast. The one I'd foolishly given my heart to, the one who'd stolen it from me in the sweetest of ways. A theft so gentle, so beautifully crafted that I hadn't even resisted.

Tears fell from my eyes, blurring my vision, running down my pale cheeks without my permission but still I was unable to look away. Xavier quietly kept his eyes on me, not speaking a word but simply staring, a burning agony in his eyes as he took in the tears that ran freely down my face, perhaps bathing my skin of his touch. Xavier took another step towards me slowly hesitantly. I tried to take another step back to maintain the distance between us, but it was hopeless I was cornered, backed against a wall, and facing away from the only escape, the stairs.
"Stay away." I choked out through my parted dried lips, my words nearly inaudible but he'd heard them.

"Love please it's me. Nothing can justify what you just saw, but there's an explanation I promise." Xavier says, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he sees my trembling worsen at hearing his voice. Xavier puts up his hands in surrender, clenching his eyes shut, and shaking his head before opening them again. His eyes widening as he sees my petrified gaze on his hands that are completely covered in blood.

Crimson blood leaks from his hands onto the floor, staining the surface with their deathly glint, as they do his skin. My gaze without my will goes back to the body that lays immobile on the floor. My eyes connecting with still open blue orbs, frozen in their eternal state of fear. Another scream escapes me without my consent, the truth only now registering, the man was dead. Never again to breathe, to see, there was no hope left for him, nothing left to see, never to feel again, the last thing he'd seen had been the cause of his death. The last thing he'd seen, he'd felt had been the very thing to take this life away from him, take away all hope. For no matter what happened in our lives as long as we had life, we had hope, hope for recovery, hope for love, redemption, new discoveries, even resentments, but those were a part of life. But never again would that man feel any of those, the very opportunity had been taken away from the man who stood before me now, not taking his eyes off me. The very eyes that had swept over the man as he took his last breath. It was said that the question would always remain was it justifiable to kill a murderer, but it wasn't. Taking away a life wasn't up to us, it should only be a natural process, how were we any better then the murderer themselves, for I'm sure for him too that was murder was justified as it is to you. How can one decide which reason was better, who could say his was wrong, perhaps to him it was just as right as yours, in his mind, but who could decide.

"Love please listen to me, let me get cleaned up, let me explain what you've seen. Please, I'm begging you." Xavier said softly, the muscles in his throat contracting as he swallowed thickly.
"Stay away from me." I say, trying my best to keep my voice steady, but the tremors make it nearly inaudible, but he hears, I know he hears.
"You're not thinking straight." He says, taking a very hesitant step towards me, and I shuffle back, pressing myself almost painfully into the wall.
"Were you?" I ask, as I bite into my cheeks to keep my sobs in. But the tears aren't something I can help, they're uncontrollable, they run down my face freely, a clear sign of shock that resists to wear off. His eyes finally shift down, filling with shame at my words, as he bites into his bottom lip, not knowing how to respond.

"I know this looks horrible but, but I can explain." He says, raising his head back up, his eyes glowing with a frenzy that only frightens me further.
"Please Raine." He says taking a few steps forward that have my body scurrying towards the only escape, the only way of survival or so it seems to this triggered primal side of my mind. The way his voice forms a caress, an imprisoning gentle cage, around my name only frightening me. He takes another step towards me, his long stride eliminating the distance I'd created between us, and he's almost close enough to be able to reach out and touch me. So close that all he'd have to do is reach out and he'd be able to touch me with those blood covered fingers of his, do to me what he pleases, for I'd be in the hold of the beast.

But it was that one step that sparked something within me, something that I couldn't resist, an instinct I couldn't possibly push down, an instinct that was the most primal part of us, survival. When it truly took over, it left nothing else behind, nothing else mattered. I turn away from him, nearly hurling myself towards the stairs, desperate to get away from the very person that ended a life just before my eyes, and now stood so close to me.

"No." I hear a voice growl out behind me, and my previously rapidly beating heart now quickens it's pace to the point where it begins to pain within my chest. I can hear his footsteps behind me as I try to make my way up the stairs as quick as humanly possible. I turn to peek at him over my shoulder, and seeing him so close makes me do something I couldn't have even imagined doing otherwise. I kick backwards, hitting him right in the chest as I finish off the last few steps rushing into the main foyer, only sparing him one glance. Although my actions weren't harsh enough to throw him down, they'd stopped him momentarily, but that moment was enough for me.

My fingers had just grazed the cold metal of the handle of the door when two strong arms wrapped around my waist, tugging me back into a broad firm chest. Loud screams escaped my parted lips as I struggled against him, only getting louder as I looked down only to see the blood of his hands now all over my torso. My movements grew fervent, my heartbeat paining within my chest, and I struggled to breathe, fighting to stay conscious. As tempting as it was, I had to stay awake, I had to stay. I couldn't leave this state for the sweet oblivion of my dreams.

The warmth that radiated from his chest, always a comfort was now a nuisance, that only reminded me of his presence, made me incapable of pushing it away from my thoughts. His warmth that enveloped me, showed me the way he could easily envelop me whole and there was nothing I could possibly do about it. It was impossible for me to get away, he was far too strong. Once his strength had provided a sense of safety, but today it reminded me that I couldn't escape, that there was no escape, I was trapped.

"Please love I can't let you go." He says softly, his warmth breath caressing the skin of my cheek softly as he speaks and I shudder away.
"Why not?" I ask a sob escaping my lips before I can stop it.
"It's dangerous for you out there, people will be looking to get revenge, you're their only means through which they can hurt me. It's not safe, please." He pleads, turning me around to face him in his arms, and I gingerly rest my hands on his elbows where there is no blood, pushing my upper body away from him, as far as possible.

"Let me go, I don't wish to be near you." I say, looking up at him through my soaked lashes, and he only stares at me, his eyes moving over every feature of my face as if memorizing them. But his lack of response only frustrates me, my hands clench in anger, my lips curling down in distaste. I throw my fists into his chest, my movements feverish and sloppy. I seemed to be burning in my own skin, I wanted to get away from it all. From him, from his house, from his life but also from myself, from my skin that he had touched, from my mind within which memories of him still lay, but most of all from my heart that he held within his hands. He didn't stop me, silently baring every hit, not moving, not speaking. He simply continued to stare, until I grew tired, my fists stopping as I tried to catch my breath, looking up into his eyes as I struggled to swallow.

"Let me go." I yelled at him, not wanting to look into his eyes that grew red and shined slightly with unshed tears.
"I can't." Xavier whispered.
"I hate you." I said my words getting caught in my throat, and I had to force them out, I wasn't completely sure I'd even said it, or if he'd heard it. But one look at him told me he had. He completely stilled, his arms loosening from around my waist, tears filling his eyes but he refused to blink, to free them. His face grew ashen, his grey eyes filling with an agonized despair that took my breath away. My mouth grew sour, but not because of him, but me. Even after what I'd seen him do, those words weren't true, deep down I knew, I didn't hate him, and for that I hated myself.

I turned away from him once more, not daring to even steal another glance at him. My trembling hands working feverishly to pull open the locked door, but my blurry vision and trembling body made it exceedingly difficult. Hands wrapped around my hips twisting me around, the hold firm but gentle, nothing like the blows had been.

Xavier kneeled before me, pressing his face into my stomach, as he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me to him, as I struggled to push his head away. He closed his eyes, resting his face still on my stomach, ignoring my attempts to get away, his strong arms gently imprisoning me to him. The pressure never enough to hurt, but firm enough that I couldn't possibly get out. My cold shaking hands feeble in their attempts to push his warm head away from my body.
"Get off." I mumbled over and over, my words feverish, I couldn't stop saying them, it wasn't under my control.

Xavier shifted, wrapping one arm at the top of my thighs, and ones at my knees he hoisted me up, tossing me onto his shoulder as he stood up, ensuring not to hurt me in the process. A shriek escaped my lips at his movements, it taking my mind a moment too long to register what had happened in my shocked state.
"No,stop, please no, let me go I won't tell anyone." I pleaded but it had absolutely no effect on him as he started his way up the stairs and to my designated room.

My fists banged uselessly against his firm back as he walked, seemingly having no effect on him, not hindering him even in the slightest. He pushed open the door, walking towards my bed, and laying me down on it carefully. I scampered away from him, to the middle of the bed, staring up at him with wide eyes. He stood there gazing at me silently for a moment.
"I'm going to be patrolling these hallways myself until the others get here, there will constantly be someone outside your room though. It's only to ensure you don't run away love, it's far too dangerous and I can't loose you. Just stay in here, please." He mumbles to me softly reaching out with one hand softly to caress my cheek, but a shriek escapes me as his blood covered hand comes close to me. He pulls away, looking at me once more before he turns making his way out of the room. He shuts the door firmly behind him, leaving me in there, all alone, unbeknownst to when I would be able to leave.

A/N--------------------------------------------------
Hello my lovelies, it's been a while I made you guys wait, I am sorry, I truly am. I really hope none of you were too disturbed reading this, I hope it didn't upset any of you. I tried my best to show what he was capable of without making it too graphic. If you are very upset I am so sorry, you are welcome to speak to me about it, or anybody you can trust really. It's better to speak about these things, and get them out. You guys are amazing for being so very patient with me, and I love you all so much for it. You have no idea how hard it was to not reply to your comments, I love speaking to you all I just couldn't give away what was happening. Or give false hope about when I would update cause I myself didn't know. I'm sorry I didn't reply to your comments or even some messages, trust me I read all of them. Some of you may not agree with some stuff I've written here, you are free to speak to me about it, or each other, but just get it out if something's bothering you my lovelies. It's a little hard for me to edit this, I'll do it overtime though I roughly edited it, so bare with me on that. I'm going to try to keep updating quick now, I love you all more then you could possibly know. There's been many times when I'm feeling down and a comment or a message has lifted my spirits up. I even just browse through comments sometimes and they make my bad days great. For my silent readers I love you too, I myself barely comment though I love reading them. I really hope nobody was too upset or disturbed by reading this. I hope those of you who have celebrated any holidays had a great time, and will all have a great New Years. I hope the new year will bring great things for you all, and you will be happier then you could have possibly imagined. Have a great night my lovelies.