Chapter 184: Double Kill
The tension in the interrogation room had reached a breaking point. Xavier leaned back, smirk lingering on his face, eyes locked on Alexander, and whispered just loud enough to reach him, "Come on, Alexander... show me how far you’ll go. Don’t hold back now."
Alexander snapped. His hands shook as he raised Dominic’s gun toward Xavier, fury radiating off him in waves. "I’ll kill you—even if I rot in this prison! I’ll buy my way out of everything, pay off the system, and when I’m free, I’ll leave this planet behind and build my empire elsewhere! You’ll regret this!"
Dominic lunged, trying to interject, voice sharp and urgent. "Alexander! Don’t! Calm down, put the weapon down!"
But Xavier leaned forward, voice dripping with taunt. "Oh, come on! You think money fixes everything? You think power keeps you untouchable? Show me, Alexander. Prove you’re the big man everyone says you are."
Alexander’s finger tightened on the trigger, shaking. In a heartbeat, the shot fired.
Xavier’s telekinesis flared instantly. The gun wrenched midair; the bullet ripped through the room—striking Dominic square in the head. Chaos erupted. Xavier jumped back, eyes wide, hands flailing. "O-officers! Help! Someone call—oh god!" he screamed, his voice frantic, panic perfectly staged.
Officers poured into the room, weapons drawn. Alexander froze, confusion and horror written all over his face. "I—I didn’t—how—what happened?"
Xavier, still on the floor, panted, pretending to be terrified, while the smirk threatened to break through. He called for attention, directing officers to Dominic’s body.
Alexander’s eyes locked on Xavier, realizing the cruel trick too late. Fury boiling over, he grabbed the gun again, pointing it at Xavier, trembling with rage.
Xavier didn’t flinch. His telekinesis surged once more. The gun wrenched violently in Alexander’s grip, and in a grotesque instant, Alexander ended up shooting himself. The room went silent. Xavier slowly stood up, his smirk returning fully as he surveyed the aftermath.
Xavier had taken care of two of his targets without even lifting a finger. And they were just ordinary people, they were masterminds and professionals in their own fields.
The game was over, but the taste of victory was sharp, dangerous, and utterly satisfying.
The room was frozen in shock, officers staring at Alexander’s collapsed body, the echo of the gunshot still lingering. Xavier stepped forward slowly, hands raised as if to show compliance, eyes scanning every angle. Panic and control danced together on his face—just enough to sell the act.
"Everyone, stay calm!" he called out, voice shaking. "Call medics. Someone secure the room. This... this is bad. Dominic—he’s been shot. I—I don’t know what happened. It all happened so fast."
The officers moved instinctively, rushing to contain the situation, check Alexander, and secure the area. Holo-recording units blinked on automatically, documenting everything from multiple angles. Xavier’s heart beat fast, but his expression never faltered—every gesture, every tone, was perfectly timed to convince them he was innocent, terrified, and utterly uninvolved.
He surveyed the room, noting every witness, every camera, every officer’s position. He casually leaned over Dominic’s body, checking for vitals while murmuring, "Hang in there, buddy... help’s coming." The officers didn’t question him—they were too focused on securing the scene.
As they called for backup, Xavier began gathering his things. Bag slung over his shoulder, gadgets and personal items packed as if he had been called here suddenly and had no time to prep. Every movement looked natural, innocuous, as if he had nothing to hide.
"Make sure this area is sealed," he said to the lead officer, "Holo-cameras need to record everything from start to finish. We need proof for the investigation." The officer nodded, unaware that Xavier was subtly directing the narrative of the holo-record.
Minutes passed. Holo-records ticking, officers witnessing his every move, and yet no one suspected. Xavier moved calmly, methodically, even helping to organize logs and evidence as if he were a neutral party ensuring justice. By the time he was done, everything—every angle, every detail—was captured. His hands were clean, his composure flawless, and no trace of his telekinetic manipulation remained.
Finally, he slung the bag over his shoulder, casting a last glance at the room. Officers were busy with procedures, medics and security protocols taking precedence. He nodded politely, as if apologizing for the chaos he had walked into, and simply left.
The holo-record and the witnesses ensured that, officially, Xavier was the victim, present but innocent, with no suspicion falling on him. Every detail was airtight.
The penitentiary gates opened like a flash, and Xavier stepped out, the world waiting for him. Cameras and holo-drones buzzed like a swarm of angry bees, media reporters shouting over each other, their holo-mics and feeds all pointing at him.
He was covered in blood—stains dark and splattered across his shirt, hands smudged crimson. Every eye tracked him as he moved, a living headline in motion. "What happened in there? Are you okay?" "Who’s responsible?" "Is Alexander Sterling dead?" The questions came fast, urgent, demanding answers.
Xavier raised his hands slightly, stepping back as if he were genuinely afraid. "I... I—I don’t know what to say," he stammered, voice shaking, eyes wide. "I’m... I’m terrified. I didn’t expect this to happen, and I don’t know what to do. I—"
He paused, letting the suspense hit every feed and stream. "While I was giving my statement, Alexander... he suddenly grabbed Dominic’s gun. He aimed at me—he tried to kill me. But... he... he shot Dominic instead," his voice quavered, gaze darting over the crowd, letting the horror of the moment sink in. "The officers came to control him, but... then he... he shot himself. I—I couldn’t stop any of it."
Reporters gasped, holo-feeds instantly spiking in views and reactions. The chaos of disbelief and outrage spread like wildfire through the city and social networks. Cameras zoomed in on his hands, the blood, the terrified expression that seemed too real to doubt.
Every question fired at him, and he answered with trembling, wide-eyed stammering, letting the story settle: Alexander Sterling dead, Dominic shot, Xavier caught in the middle—helpless, terrified, human. Every angle was captured, every reaction broadcast.
’With this... starts the last stage of my revenge...’