The One Who Sees
By Vinya
"I'm gonna do what any man would do about it. Something damn manly."
Xander to Larry
Interlude
He stood back, watching through a classroom door window as the young boy stomped away from the library. Anger in his mind…
He remembered those days well. High school- what a crock. He didn't learn anything there that couldn't have been learned in the outside world. All that had happened was he learned just how cruel kids could be.
Mostly to him.
He blinked away the thoughts, and saw a shorter boy now… Jonathan. Ah Jonathan, the thoughts came rushing back to him. Memories of the young boy who was just trying to get by. Who wanted to just end it all- and would give it a damn good try.
But he would resort to more and more dangerous means to gain attention. Not something very helpful to his reputation. …But then, memories were fickel things, as he well knew. It was like a history book- written by the winners, and explained by the losers.
He remembered Jonathan as a powerless child… he hadn't learned of his leaning towards magic until after school had ended. But that? That was something that could change.
He saw the chair that the boy was turning towards, and quickly rushed out and took it, trying to pretend as if he was a substitue for the school. Jonathan, seeing the chair being taken away (though he never saw the face of the man who took it), turned around in search of different seating.
He headed towards a table, so he rushed out again, this time cutting off a group of cheerleaders so that they would instead head in the same direction. Jonathan, not wanting a confrontation, turned instead towards the lounge. The same place that Xander was heading.
"There we go," Lex mumbled under his breath, "A good three years of them fumbling about, trying to figure out how Xander turned dark is hacked off the future- and here I thought my job would be hard."
To be Continued