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Date: August 21st, 2014 @ 4:00p.m
"We have information on Gregory Elias; meet us at the specified location immediately."
That was the voice mail which changed Xavier's life; forever. He had run without hesitance, left without thought - with each footfall, hope filled him. This sense of weightlessness entered his sense of being, that he had not felt in over nineteen years. Nineteen long years.
He reached the specified location; eyes darting around expectantly. As though he would see Gregory. Standing there, however, was a man whom Xavier did not recognize. His expression loosened, and he frowned just briefly, before walking over to the suited individual.
"Mr. Owens-"
"Where is he," He was cutting right to the point. Impatient. Anxious. Always, when it came to Gregory. Always. The man in the suit chuckled; the sound laxly amused, a hint of satisfaction, perhaps.
"Here," Holding out a file, marked 'classified', a thin smile curled at the corners of his mouth. Xavier quirked an eyebrow, but wasted not a moment before the file was in his hands, torn open, laid out on the table. He had expected file locations, maps. Reports. Instead, there were three separate photographs.
The first of Gregory being beaten.
The second of Gregory bleeding out.
The final of his lifeless corpse, bruised almost beyond recognition.
Sounds of the world around him filtered out; left in it's place was this loud, constant noise of static. He felt his skull scraping, his brain, pulling, tugging against itself; like razors traveling around inside of his mind. That burning sensation had returned, filling his body, heating immensely, and his heart was beating so fast, so hollow, so deep.
He didn't know when he had started quivering, quickly, uncontrollably; hadn't known how loud his breathing had become, he could scarcely hear it amongst the static. The distant sound of footsteps echoed, and Xavier felt the heavy weight of a hand on his shoulder.
That sense of weight snapped him back into things; but too quickly, too much. All at once, this was far too much. He let out a scream, the sound a mixture of wailing, guttural disbelief and rage. That static was gone now.
Everything was gone.
