Questions Left Unanswered

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Up above is what Xander looks like.

No longer having the same warm and welcoming look as before, the girl moved her position with slow and predictable movements. Xander kept his eyes locked on her, not exactly sure to what he felt or even what was wrong with him. It shouldn't be normal for him to almost kill someone and be happy about it; none of what is happened should be normal. He should have reacted with gratitude and thanks for her being here, not threatening to kill her and having the plan to actually follow through with it. Was that an intentional programming mindset or a flaw they missed or forgot to work over? Either way he didn't like it.

"Look, I'm sorry.." he said quietly and reluctantly, as if saying the word sorry physically hurt him. "I'm just a bit.. off guard or something.. ah, ya.. uhm, I would ask if you had something warm but obviously you don't.. you don't just bring a blanket around.. so.." he stammered out through the frostbite, trying to wring out all of the water from his clothes the best he could. The sun was going down and that meant the temperature was dropping and the last thing he needed was for it to get super cold and him be drenched in water. Tonight was going to be long and hard.

The girl outstretched her hand, "I'm Kierra." she spoke with some new found confidence, her hand slowly slinking back when he didn't respond, confidence dispersing. Xander wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, shake her hand? That seemed odd, but he went with it anyways. "Xander." he introduced, trying to be as friendly as possible. She did earn it for dealing with him so far. "Your hand is freezing - I really think we need to get you somewhere warmer." she said in a slight panic, rubbing her own hands together. Xander shrugged. He knew he wasn't supposed to go to civilization, and he wasn't planning to.

Skin paler than usual, which was saying quite a lot for his already fair complexion, Xander pushed himself to his feet, the water in his clothing making everything heavier and everything so much colder. "I have a place we can go," he shivered out, the speed of his speech slower than usual. Kierra nodded and followed him as he ventured, Xander finding his den by the scent of the smoke from his fire. When they reached it, he hurriedly started the fire back up as she crawled in beside him. "So, are you, like, camping?" she asked as he started to shed off his leather coat. "Sorta." he replied, sitting it out to dry along with his flannel shirt which he had ended up putting on days prior.

Now only wearing the white polo shirt and a pair of black jeans, he slipped off the muddy combat boots and worn socks, laying them all out flat at the opening of the cave, but not close enough to where the snow could melt onto them. "What are you doing?" Kierra questioned, not seeming too bothered that he appeared to be stripping right in front of her. "I'm freezing." he explained shortly, not taking anymore layers off after he was left in his polo and denim jeans. "Then why are you taking clothes off? Shouldn't you be putting layers on?" Xander sighed and looked at her with an agitated glare in his bronze hues. "I would if I had a dry change of clothes, Kierra." he sassed, using the tone you would if you were explaining something to a toddler.

Xander started to slightly feel uncomfortable as she not so subtle eyed his exposed skin, mostly trailing her gaze down his arms were covered with scars from all of the experiments he had been put through and then tattoos that he had gotten back home. Each of them had their own special meanings, some of them were there to state what factions he was and had been a part of, some he had to remember certain people by, and some were words or quotes in his language that just seemed like lines and dots and circles who didn't understand it. "You like what you're seeing?" he asked in annoyance.

The albino girl didn't respond to his sarcasm and fell into silence, holding her hands over the fire. "Why did you go camping without another change of clothes? Or a tent.. or anything at all?" she asked yet another question, causing the shuddering alien to clench his teeth in annoyance. "I never said I was camping." he told her, arms folded and hands squeezed under his arm pits. "But you said -" he cut her off before she finished, already guessing on what she was going to say. "I said sorta." Cue the exasperated sigh from Xander when she looked at him with an expression of confusion. "Why are you out here then? Winter's starting.." she trailed off, pulling her bubble jacket tighter around her petite frame.

"I was left here, simple as that, now stop asking questions." he snapped, pupils dimly flashing a red making Kierra wince. Hearing her heart rate increase slightly he turned his head back forward, groaning as she took a deep breath in, opening her mouth to speak. "Shut up, okay! No one in the past, present, or future cared about, cares about, or will care about what you have to say, or ask, or even do! If you gotta go take a tinkle, just leave and if I ask tell me in the shortest way possible, because for the love of gods, Kierra, if you say one more word that doesn't have to do with some plan on getting you out of here or something that our lives depend on, then shut it! You got it, sweetheart? Because right now I've got a hundred more important things on my mind, one of them being on how I'm going to get you food to eat or even how I'm not going to become a freakin' block of ice, now, if you don't mind, I'd love some silence." he ranted, voice echoing through out the small cave. The color of his eyes was a deep blood red.

She quickly nodded, body pressed against the rocky wall. "I.." she swallowed the lump in her throat before turning to face the mouth of the cave while Xander did the same. With no idea of what Kierra was thinking, he looked out over the nature of the area outside of the cave. Some time when he went on his small rant it had started to snow, adding to the couple inches of snow that already covered the ground. The trees which previously held various colored leaves where now bare and barren, looking almost dead. The sky was covered in dark gray clouds and the sun was invisible from sight, the moon taking it's spotlight in the middle of the sky. A legion of stars stars had began to twinkle and come from the hiding places and no living woodland creature was able to be seen, not a dear or a hare, nothing at all. Except, as if right on cue, the chorus of howling wolves chimed in, making a beautiful harmony. Why were they howling again? Did he interrupt them or something?

Cutting him from his thoughts, the strong voice of Kierra broke out beside him, asking him a question he didn't really wanna answer. "Aren't you scared?"

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