could you write something where the reader goes looking for xavier after running away from jingles and she finds him after having killed bertie and he’s all shocked? idk if i explained myself correctly 😩
your wish is my command! i will try my best not to disappoint you xox
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“where are you going?” chet asks holding onto your hand, “we’re supposed to wait for them here!”
trevor and xavier have been gone too long and your anxiety was starting to get too much to bare. you had to go out there and check things for yourself.
“chet they’ve been gone too long!” you whisper yell, “trevor can at least throw some punches but xavier almost throws up at the sight of blood. i have to go check on him.”
you start look around the infirmary for something sharp, not wanting to leave chet unarmed. all you could find was a pair of old medical scissors but at least it was something.
“here,” you hand him the scissors, “for protection though i’m praying that you don’t need it.”
chet had just had a stake taken out his shoulder. he had fallen in what he called a pinju trap. some sort of stick trap people used in the veitnam war. all you could see when you looked at chet’s shoulder was a gaping hole with blood oozing out of it. you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. him being an athlete and all that. though deep down you had a feeling he wasn’t going to make it.
“xavier?” you whisper as you walk into the cafeteria. your footsteps echoing amongst the walls, “xavier? are you here?”
you look around and notice food laying all over the table and some spilled on the floor. it looks like as if maybe bertie was preparing something for when the kids arrived at camp. when you started approaching the kitchen area that’s when you saw it. a trail of blood. it lead to the back of the kitchen.
“shit!” you curse, “xavier? xavier are you he-”
what you laid eyes on next is something that would probably take you a while to erase from your memory. xavier was curled up in a corner, knees to his chest and eyes glued to bertie’s lifeless body. her clothes covered in blood, mostly the chest area where it looked like she’d been stabbed.
“x-xavier what happened?” you couldn’t move. neither could he.
he points to bertie’s body, “i killed her. i killed her.” he cried out, “i-i i didn’t mean to.”
you immediately feel an insane amount of heat burning you up. you notice the oven was on and that the door was open. none of this was making any sense. as you walked towards the oven to close the door, you saw xavier flinch. when you take a good look at him… your brain kind of put two and two together.
“xavier your face, your hands,” you begin as you crouch to be on his level, “did bertie- did she put you in there?”
he shakes his head no, repeatedly, “no. no, no she would never. she let me out. it was jingles.” his voice was shaky and his body trembling.
“did you really kill her?”
you couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. you’ve never known xavier as a violent person. that question only made him cry harder, his sobs were now what was echoing amongst the walls.
“j-jingles got to her first but then she asked me to,” he points to the blood covered knife next to bertie’s body. you nod your head not wanting to make him recall the moment, “she begged me but i didn’t want to.”
you couldn’t help but cry with him. cry for him. his face was covered blisters, it was swollen too. the burnt layer of skin making it hard to almost recognize him. the blisters and dead skin on his hands made it hard for him to move them. he must be in so much pain, you thought to yourself.
“xavier we have to go.” you look at him, his eyes not leaving bertie out of their sight, “hey, we have to go okay? it’s not safe here and we have to find the others.”
tears were filling his eyes but couldn’t see them stream down his face from all the damage laying on his skin.
“just leave me here, y/n. there’s nothing out there for me anymore anyways.” he whimpers as he tries standing up.
“careful!” you say trying to help him up, “and don’t say that. there’s so much out there for yo-”
he scoffs, “look at my face!” he yells, “look at what i did to her!” he walks passed you and over to bertie, “why do i get to live and she doesn’t?”
“i don’t know! i don’t know xavier but you’ve been given a chance and you can’t stay here.” you cry, “i know bertie would agree. she got you out of there, she saved you for a reason.”
now he was pacing around the room. you’d never seen him like this but you weren’t surprised after all he’s seen and done tonight.
“xavier, chet is alive and injured. trevor is out there trying to find margaret, brooke’s with fake rita and montana,” you actually didn’t know where she was, “well i don’t know where she is but i know she’s alive. we have to go get them. please.”
he takes a deep breath, “that guy with the stake in his eye.. i knew him. i worked with him,” he was struggling to speak, “worked for him. did all kinds of stuff for him. he liked how i look. told me it would get me places and it did actually.”
“you’re more than just a pretty face or a hot body, xavier. your face will heal,” you tried to comfort him, “when we get the fuck out of this camp, i can take you to see someone okay? but right now we have to go.”
he looked at you and nodded. you sigh in relief and went to grab his arm so you could walk out together but he stopped you.
“wait,” he says looking back down at bertie, “doesn’t feel right leaving her exposed like this.”
you look around trying to find something you could use to cover her body. any kind of fabric. you noticed what looked like table mantel folded by the apron rack and went to grab it.
“here.” you hand him the soft fabric.
once he’s covered bertie’s body and feels rather okay with everything. he tells you it’s okay to go.
