Snippet #1694724

Xero Taylor

It's not everyday you are looking over Central Park from an amazing balcony view. In fact, most people would pay hundreds upon thousands of dollars to be able to wake up to such a sight. As Xero knew, many people did. It was a good view, he supposed. You could see the green trees, hear the wind rustling through the branches. You could see the people walking around, going on with their mundane lives, not wondering about the others around them. You could see an entrance to the subway system too, which was a minor comfort to Xero. His crow, large compared to most other birds, could fly around and keep watch for him. It was one of the many things he trusted his soul with, something he'd trust no one else with. No, Xero might have been able to enjoy the view, except for a few things. One of which was the location of the view, since it was close to the streets Xero would have trouble falling asleep. The other had absolutely nothing to do with the view. Well, not exactly.

"Why am I doing this?" He muttered, leaning over the balcony and 'people watching' as some liked to call it. He wasn't a creeper, by far, but it was still interesting to see how regular humans walked around and interacted with their environments. Xero understood most things, but humans were one thing that was beyond science. No matter how many books he read, how many hours he spent thinking, there were still those bizarre exceptions. The random people who were blots on the otherwise perfectly uniform herd of sheep that was called humanity. Xero wasn't even sure if he belonged under that category. Certainly he had all of the characteristics, but he was one of those blots. His intelligence was unrivaled by anyone (at least, that's what he liked to believe), but when it came to what others called 'simple conversation', Xero had difficultly following it. It wasn't like he didn't understand the words, he just couldn't pay attention. It was all so... So... "Boring." Xero turned away from the balcony and held out an arm, Poe flying in and landing with more grace then his size led you to believe. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this."

Because one of the reasons for Xero's annoyance was that he was currently in a hotel with four other people, with his intentions actually being to attempt to get along with them. Or, for Xero, not kill any of the others. Since those deaths, and the news from the creator of the gems, it was hard for Xero to sleep. He looked at Poe with his emotionless face, sitting down at the cheap desk that was in the room. As if that weren't bad enough, Xero also had less space then he was used to, and there were far more people around to trigger his paranoia. "I just want things to go back to the way they were.... I want to have my large library, and the calm garden. I want to be able to cook myself a small meal and to think in peace." Xero let out a sigh as Poe flew off his arm, landing on Xero's temporary bed and letting out a caw.

And, knowing Mael, there is no way I'm going to have any peace and quiet. Damn him. Damn them all! Can't they realize that all I want is some time to be left alone? No, not some time. Lots of time. My whole life, if that's possible. Xero grit his teeth as he turned towards the desk, picking up one of the books he had brought with him. It had been nearly too heavy, seeing as the Encyclopedia Britannica was not your typical casual read, but it had been a while since he last read the newest edition, so Xero figured it was worth bringing. Besides, knowledge was power, and if there was one thing Xero had, it was knowledge. Lots and lots of it.