The sky lit a dark blood red, overlooking an old dark ruin that floating out in the middle of space. A boy, looking no more than 5 sat in a fetal position, his fragile frail face buried on his knees, quietly sobbing as the space around him fell apart, chunks of debris falling into an empty void enclosing closer to where the toddler was sitting. He continued to sit there crying, powerless to the environment around him which was slowly getting devoured by the red sky.
How could he even try to do anything? He couldn't even move. There were chains, tightly encased around his body. One on his neck, one on each of his shoulders and hands, and two more, one on each foot. Each chain was connected to seven huge monoliths standing unfazed by the abyss, floating even as the debris fell past it. Xavier felt the tight grip of the chain especially on his bent his neck turning dangerously red, followed by a seething pain and then blood…
"If I didn't have this disease would father love me?"
The pain offset the sadness, as he relaxed, his crying face visibly softened and the tense chains rattled and hit the floor as he let go of his legs resting his arms on the floor behind him and straightened up.
"This dream again."
He looked to one of the monoliths, the one his neck was chained to, tracing its huge rocky contour with his eyes and sighing in resignation. His shirt collar was soaked with blood.
"Would mother never have died?"
The ringing pain on his neck didn't matter, this would all soon be over anyways. He heard metal rattle, followed by a sudden lurching forward breaking him out from his thoughts.
"This…this is new."
The monolith that chained his neck was shaking uncontrollably, small chunks of rock breaking apart and falling into the void.
*Cr-crack*
Before Xavier could even process this, he was falling, but jittered to a stop, left suspended in the air.
He was hanging.
The pain was too much and he could feel his consciousness slipping away from him. He pried his eyes open trying to get at least some semblance of truth, his final view was the shaking monoliths, a carving on its stony body made vividly clear.
"Πλεονεξία"