A War of Guns and Roses

Chapter 23

Xavier's POV

"And, you can start!" The announcer bellowed as cheers went up in the crowds. A bell rang and I readied myself.

My opponent was a smug, muscular giant. His ego was as high as Burj Khalifa and that may very well be his downfall.

He smirked as he circled me.

But I was never one to be intimidated so I swung a hard right hook just under his jaw, taking him by surprise. He stumbled and I got in another jab straight to his stomach. The cheers were resounding.

He glared at me as he pulled himself together.

Without any plan or strategy, he came at me hard, aiming at my side.

I waited and just as his fist was about to make contact with the side of my stomach, I moved away. He staggered and I punched him hard on his spinal cord.

He grunted and hunched slightly, once again, running at me, aiming for my stomach this time.

I did the same thing I previously did and twisted my body away just at the right time, managing a yawn for the audience before I gave him a left uppercut. Before he could recover, punches rained down on him as I weaved in and out of the way whenever he tried to punch me. The crowd went wild as the cheers rose to a clamorous height.

I got many hits in as I delivered a rapid sequence of blows. My elbow connected with his stomach as he howled and bent over.

"Get. Out." She said in an emotionless voice.

My fists came in contact with his back and a harsh crack resounded. I winced as I remembered the crunch I had heard from her leg when I had pushed her away, having lost control of myself, letting my anger get to me.

He crumbled to the ground, curling around himself in pain as I watched, disgusted. He hadn't even put up a fight.

The referee counted up till ten before ruling the boxer as 'knocked out' and announcing me as the winner. I had three more matches to go before I could head back home and if it went at this rate then I would be home earlier than I had originally thought. 

Walking down, I waited until they called me for the next match. At the boxing ring, I was commonly known as Ironfist. Being one of the strongest boxers and the best trained one since Father owned the ring, I usually came here to let out some steam or just for entertainment if I'm bored.

The next two matches were also uncomplicated. I won in just a matter of minutes. The crowd was roaring in the stands as I walked back to my room, having to wait till my next match.

Inside my room was Blake, who was still aggravated at me, for doing what I did to Elaine. He automatically had a brotherly instinct towards her and told me to stay away from her if I couldn't not hurt her.

I gladly agreed.

I knew the words I had uttered were wrong and an utter lie, but I had to say them. I had to make her realize that I was a monster. That she couldn't be with me, not as friends or anything else. It was the only way that I was sure that she would hate me.

And now, I wasn't so sure if I wanted her to hate me. A week had passed. She ignored me completely at school. It was as if I didn't exist to her. Her eyes never caught mine anymore, they just swept past me as if I was invisible. I could see the hurt flash in her face from time to time, especially when she caught sight of me but didn't let her gaze linger. And I hated it. She was still limping. Her ankle seemed better but I couldn't be sure.