His name was Xavier. So it was this universe's version of him. He always existed, like some sort of plague or disease in her existence. It didn't matter what dimension it was, if Julien entered it, he flourished out thin hair. Like some fucking cockaroach. She batted her long lashes at him. He wasn't suppose to be there, but he was and she lured him closer with the smallest show of skin. Xavier had always been like a moth to her flame. The psychic lured him further into the showers with a flirtatious smile and a beckoning finger. "I knew you had a thing for me." It was funny how men liked to justify a pair of staring eyes. It always equated to attraction. Never hatred. The blonde smiled when her back hit the tile. He leaned in to kiss her, but she put her hand in the space between their lips to kiss the back of her hand instead. Her perspective of him was different now that she had tasted her solider's mouth. She touched his beautiful features with all of her fingers. His skin was smooth as a new born. His smile was as charasmatic as ever, but she knew no matter the universe, the place, the time, he would be the same. He was a control in a world full of variables. Julien had seen his explicit thoughts of the female cadets. The things he wanted to do to them. Things she had felt first hand. He put his arm above her head, as he leaned in for a kiss again and she let him. She breathed softly into the kiss, a dark red essence flowing out of her as it wrapped around his tongue and shoved deep into his throat. Xavier halted his kiss as that same deep dark red began to ball up behind his pupils. "Je savais que vous étiez faible (i always knew you were weak)." The blood vessels around his eyes began to darken, and turn black as blood began to cloud the whites of his eyes. She watched him crumble, like he was made of soemthing like sand. She leaned down to touch him lightly as she watched him suffer. It was nothing compared to the long list of torture he always had in the back of his dim little mind. She pushed back his blonde hair. In some way, they almost looked like siblings. Brother and sister. Dark eyes and blonde hair. She leaned foward as her influence began to edge back up through his mouth. In it's center was something darker than her power and she took it in her hands as it engulfed in flames. The fire burned bright and the fume was black, like it was made of poison. The psychic breathed it in and began to break the red of her power into the softest gold. She blinked her brown eyes. The rings of power lingered around her pupils as she pushed her hands into his body. The world turned like it was suddenly on her head and she took him to the darkness that she wandered in her nightmares when she was a child. She could see herself, as a little girl, lost, looking up at the ash molten skies as tears streaked down her face. Julien turned his body into an effigy, a burning man, a slave to her younger self to light the realm between the living and the dead. She could never save herself, but she could try to help the other variations of herself. She touched her throat where scars were beginning to fade. They were just a little less prominent and she dropped through the ground to smack down into tile. Julien laid there, bleeding out of her nose and ears as her vision wavered. There was darkness lurking just in the corners before the brightness of a flashlight blinded her.