Some people are born special. Then there are those who are extraordinary. Virgil, code-named Anxiety, and his best friend Patton, code-named Morality, have made it their job to protect the citizens of their city from any and all forms of peril. This...
That statement made Logan's father smile, and it worried the nerd how someone could enjoy the acts of villainy so wholeheartedly. "Very well, you want to do this the hard way, we can do it the hard way." He dropped Logan to his feet, keeping his eyes on him. "Walk."
He had no choice, there was nothing he could do at this juncture, but he had a plan. He had figured out where he was being led, and he knew he would only have one shot at this. He couldn't escape as long as his father was looking at him, without his powers, fighting against this mountain was an insurmountable task, but there would be a brief moment.
"I genuinely do not know what you are talking about, there is no need to get mother involved." Trying to play up his innocence, though really it had another purpose. Stroke his ego, make him think he won. His father smirked, unlocking a door that was hidden behind a painting of a chess game. The place where his parents put their useless pawns.
"She'll deal with you when she gets home," And Logan was kicked down the flight of stairs that led into the small underground room. He did his best to protect his head, knowing he would have a plethora of bruises added to his collection, but as he looked up from the bottom of the stairs he saw his father turn, eyes no longer on Logan. Logan could feel his powers snap back into his body, and though it was exhausting, this was his chance.
He put up a mental block, his father would forget about his plans to tell Mother Necessity about Logan's insubordination. It wouldn't last long, but it would at least buy Logan a few hours. The door closed with a sickening click and Logan allowed his defenses to crumble, breath heavy as he lay at the bottom of the stairs in pain.
He hurt everywhere. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes. He would indulge in this self-pity for thirty seconds, no more. He didn't have the time.
When his thirty seconds of pity were over, Logan began taking stock of his body, multiple bruised ribs, he had aggravated the bruise on his back, but his head seemed to be alright. His left leg was broken, though it was probably just a fracture as it didn't sit in an odd way. Logan felt his face, no glasses, that was probably the sharp pain in his back. He was most likely laying on the broken spectacles if he could make it back up to his room he could grab a spare pair.
All in all, he would live.
Trying to push himself up, he stumbled a bit, focusing his powers to hold his injured leg together. His first move was to escape this room, but there was something sitting off in the corner, a small mass covered in a canvas tarp.
Normally, Logan would not take the time to investigate the mass, but he had to be certain that it wasn't something that would attack him later, also that there was no hidden camera that would reveal what he was doing. So he walked over, quickly realizing it was a person, covered with the tarp and Logan wasn't sure if he was thankful to hear the soft but shallow breathing. Hesitantly he lifted the tarp to see who it was, and his jaw almost dropped in horror. This was someone Logan knew, and all the pieces fell into place.
How was he going to get them both out? With an injured leg, he wasn't going to be able to carry them, especially since the only escape route would be through his bedroom window. Logan bit his lip, not having the energy to pace but needing to get this energy out of him. There were no possibilities where one pawn could rescue another. He didn't have enough pieces on the board.
He needed more pieces. Logan frowned, closing his eyes before taking his shirt off, gently resting it on the sleeping figure. "Stay strong a little longer. I promise I will be back." They would need the extra warmth down here.
Limping up the steps, he went over the plan in his mind. He just had to unlock the door, make it to his room, grab his emergency go bag and erase his hard drive. Closing his eyes as he held it over the doorknob he sighed. That was only 4 things. He could do this. He had to do this.
"I'm sorry." He whispered to the unconscious form at the bottom of the stairs. "I'll try not to be too long," and with that, the door unlocked and Logan his journey across enemy lines.
AN: So... Another extra chapter. Do you all know why? Because I logged on this morning and was just looking at my profile when I noticed this!
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