Blackfeather Woods Spooky Scary Skeletons

Her glare hardened as the boy laughed at her. It had only been a flinch, not a screech of terror. It really wasn't that funny, in her opinion. The boy was immature in all aspects, thinking that he could fool her in such a way he had hoped. Even if he had gotten a little reaction out of her, it was purely caused by her own existential crisis and impending thoughts that shook her. Her jumpiness could be profoundly blamed on the fact that only a few days earlier had she been poisoned that ended up in her BLINDNESS. All reactions were normal and his case was irrelevant. At least, that what she told herself. Xan, on the other hand would never believe her 100% truthful excuse. 

At least he was happy, she sighed, wanting to completely leave the situation and Xan on his own. Yet, something about his laughter amused her, as if joy was actually detectable in her vague box of emotions. Joy wasn't something she recognized as a proper emotion, and neither was laughter. She didn't laugh. But he could. And he certainly did. A twitch at the side of her jaw made her completely aware of what she was feeling, and took no time correcting herself. She couldn't, all feeling such as had been willingly suppressed long ago. And for a good reason. When she was happy, she was reckless. Reopening those feelings wouldn't do anyone good, and she never wanted to. Ever again.
A frozen glare took to her eyes, directed at the boy. Her muscles tensed at his poor word choice, all seriousness took over her exterior and no reachable emotion was present in her aura. 

What are you going to do, huh?

She knew his words were teasing, but something clicked in her mind. The same words had been repeated over and over again too many time to bare. A scene flashed in her mind of a tormented childhood, one where her superior had challenged her to disobey, shooting her down with a simple question. Then, she couldn't do anything but sit back and let the pain take over. Now, she was different. And the same question faced her. She would do anything. Anything to get back at those who hurt her, fooled her, diminished her to nothing. Yet, she was helpless in the face of a child who fooled her just the same. 
In an instant, she turned around, walking roughly in the other direction before her temper got the best of her. To her conscious, the boy represented something bigger than him, something a threat to her own. And she knew that her conscious was unreliable, dangerous and unstoppable. 

Heavy breathing and thudding footsteps could be heard as she pushed all her feelings into her footsteps, away from her mind. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her mind, willing herself to stop making such a big deal of a little teasing. Stopping ahead, she glanced back at Xan, not sure what to say. What could she say? She opened her mouth, but quickly shut it. 
Turning back, she slowly strutted back to the child, stopping right in front of him."Tell no one about this, understood?" Her eyes reached his. It wasn't the prank she didn't want anyone to hear about, but what he had witnessed. It was a side of her that needed tethered release. She didn't need the child blabbering about how she was a crazy, short tempered, possible serial killer and safety hazard. That would be known on its own time, and right now was not the time.