Chapter One: Dangerous Thoughts... Conclusion:
Releasing the unfortunate from his compulsion knowing it was
dangerous for his mind to be tampered with when is such an inebriated state he
shook his head yes and followed him without a word. When he approached him, he
smiled slightly to him to put him at ease “where are we going?”
Blinking a few times the mortal just stared blankly at him
the smell of alcohol coming out of his pores was strong enough to make Xavier
nauseous. “Tt... to the bri…bridge” he said his inebriated state returned to
him.
Falling into a companionable silence the two of them walked
the short distance to the bridge turning onto the pedestrian walk and continued.
Stealing sidelong glances at the man Xavier noticed how he seemed be warring
with himself. Knowing the mortal would soon talk he continued to just remain a
strong presence beside him watching as he periodically stopped walking to peer
over the railing of the bridge only to lift back up again shaking his head and
continue walking all the while seeming to maintain some sort of inner dialogue.
They continued on this way for about fifteen minutes before the mortal stopped
faced Xavier leaning against the iron railing for support. He observed him silently
as the mortal lifted the bottle to his lips drained the rest of its contents
and chucked the empty bottle over his shoulder and into the East River.
Speaking in a voice barely above a whisper “you know I have
no idea why I asked you to come this isn’t the sort of thing one wants an
audience for”. Looking down at the pavement, he shuffled his feet a bit “wwhat’s
your name” he asked him completely throwing Xavier off balance.
