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3 years.
3 years of eating scraps and wandering the downtown streets of New Orleans, Louisiana. It was as if something shined down on him, giving him the recognition that he deserved from the years of fighting to climb out of the chain fate had chosen from him. At the tender age of 16 he had been freed and now at 19, he would find himself bound yet filled with what he had always wanted: Power.
He had been laying in his hovel of a home, a place he had picked out in the corner of the town where he hadn't been bothered. It was built well, with what he could he find among the trash heaps and city waste. His two pets, his only two companions that he allowed near him we're two foxes he had picked from a litter on the outskirts of town. They playfully nipped at each other as he sat in the center of his home with a scrapped book and pad's of paper tied together by strings.
"Gabriel...Micheal." He called to the two foxes when they got to rough to each other, startling them back to a gentler play. His hand wavered over the pad as he crossed through a list of some sort.
"Just a little more and we'll be out of this hovel and back to something a little more fitting for a body and mind like mine." He spoke of course of his rags to riches scheme which oddly enough was going in a positive direction, anything less and He wouldn't be who he was. He had a low class wage paying job, but that job was just a stepping stone into his more grandeur of schemes. The money he had saved up had allowed him to purchase more fitting clothes as he held the paper for his next steeping stone, a job of the mind and not of the body. He gave a cold smile to the fox pups as he left the pit of his home. Time to achieve that next step, he thought.
The first detail as he stepped out was the jacket, a long flowy white with gold outlining. It stood out in the dark monotone of the ally way and automatically had Logan double taking the situation now presented. Stranger danger he mused, rich posh and some kind of power exuded from her. Logan sneered at the woman who had blessed his ally with her presence.
"Logan Todd?" The voice was purely female, quick like a whip and crisp in a older women way which had Logan putting his chin up in defiance, she was pretty if you liked women. He didn't. He gave her the coldest of stares, his one silver eye, a gift from his mother after taking the other, coolly leveled his gaze at her, the sneer from earlier remained on his face as he gave her a slow head to toe check out, meant to demean her as not a threat to him, Never mind that she could probably had his a** to him on a platter but he wouldn't let her without a bloody fight.
"Yeah, and what of it?" He said in a equally cold voice. The woman stared at him before sniffing in her own indignation. He could tell she was judging him, she too was aware of his surroundings and his look as he was. His teeth gritted in boiled anger, who was she to judge anyways, he had made himself strong, it had been swift thought process before his face went into a blank slate.
"I have come to offer you a choice." She sniffed again, a cruel smile bloomed on her face, "If you were a smart little boy, you would pay attention when I tell you this." she crossed her arms and explained the unexplainable to Logan. As he listened, his face remained in its blank facade though his mind churned every bit of data she gave him.
Hunters of the unknown, of the night. Humans who hunted that which hunted them. To Logan, it was the cycle his past had been in and now with the offer, it was a cycle that reversed him. He felt it weigh on him, a weight that could be harnessed and used, to build him higher than what he was.
It didn't even take hesitation, his cool silver eye met that of the woman's and gave the coldest and cruelest of smiles that the woman had ever seen. His grand scheme melted away into a new one and with that, He fell into the Hunters hands.
 Pixie Nyxie · Tue Jul 12, 2011 @ 01:23am · 0 Comments |
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