To Admire

Ch6

I wake up in a dark box. Zander is looking down at me, and the only light is coming from our eyes. You don't truly have a word for the way we communicate, so you are just going to have to live with me referring to it as saying something.

"Good morning, Cerashine." He says cynically.

"Taking a common English saying and coupling it with the name of our star. I am unfathomable levels of impressed." I say sarcastically.

"We are just huge failures aren't we? We couldn't last a week doing something that our species was practically born to do. We could have just killed our hosts, absorbed their memories, and lived our the rest of our lives like that, but instead we chose the other option. A willing host, and a fake identity." He states.

"Where are we?" I try to change the subject.

"Trapped on a Garadona Battle ship, or more specifically a box made out of a material that we cannot mold." He replies bitterly.

"I'm sure you did everything in your power to stop them from kidnapping us after I got shot." I say sarcasm dripping from my words.

"Says the one who decided to spare her life at the last second." He replied sharply. "Just face it. The quote unquote best our species had to offer are both incredible soft."

"Not true! I am a warrior!" I retort.

"Then it shouldn't have been a problem for you to kill her. Heck, you hate me more than anyone else, and you can't bring yourself to put more than a gash in my shoulder. While some species might see this act as gruesome, you and I both know that this is barely anything. You were never trained to do anything, but the routine attacks that make the other races fear you." He states. "You couldn't kill the dog either. Have you even been eating?" He asks. I shuffle slightly.

"I eat what what they give me, but it's already dead." I reply and look down at the bottom of the box.

"I thought as much. Neither of us have it in us really." He states.

"What happened after I went down?" I inquired, still slightly pissed.

"I ran over and managed to stop the bleeding before they knocked me out as well." He states.

"You didn't have to help me. You could have stayed where you were, and they would have left you alone." I say.

"I care about you Kaza." He says softly.

"Well I don't want you to!" I shout, and grit my teeth.

"Well I don't want you to act like a total bitch, so I guess neither of us get what we want!" He shouts back, fury visible in the shadowed features of his face. I'm taken aback by what he said. Normally I could have someone's head chopped off for that level of disrespect, but he was right.... I shouldn't be that mean to him. He was just trying to help, and I'm not exactly thanking him. It's not like anyone could have done it better. I would probably dead if it weren't for him. He made me his top priority.

"I'm sorry." I say softly. That was a lot harder to say than it should have been. We sit there in silence for few moments.

"I'm sorry too." He says sullenly.

"What for? You didn't do anything wrong." I ask.

"This is at least as much my fault as it is yours, and in my mind I pinned it all on you." He replies while trying not to make eye contact.

"Neither of us asked for this. Being depressed won't help the situation, so for the love of all good that is left in this universe, be happy." I lean up against him in my best attempt to be comforting. "I mean it could be worse, it always can."

"Like how?" He says skeptically.

"Well for one, they could have put us in separate boxes. I don't know about you, but I hate being alone. It's one of the few things I hate more than you." I smirk, and bop his nose. He starts banging his head against the side side of the metal. It doesn't sound as thick as I thought it was.

"I'm just done. We aren't ruthless survivors, princess." He says sounding defeated.

"Speak for yourself, and stop calling me princess. I don't like being known as a ruler of ghosts. I'll have to start calling you prince of thieves." I reply. "Now scoot back. You gave me an idea." I swing my tail around hard, and the prong pierces the metal. I put a few more holes in it before I look over at him.

"You gonna help me, or just sit there like a inanimate object." I ask. He moves over and we both start breaking the side. Eventually there is a big enough hole to jump through. We have a chance at escaping.