My eyes close, and I see Logan in front of me. I try to scream his name, but nothing comes out of my mouth. With great difficulty, I reach my hand towards him. My fingers pass right through him. I quickly recoil. Logan turns away from me, and throws a backpack on the floor. Wait. There is no floor. We are floating. And Logan didn't have a back pack. What is happening? Then it comes to me. I was seeing a flashback. A vision. It was kind of like a movie. In front of me, Logan shouts. "I'm homeeeeeee" Suddenly, another figure comes into view. The figure wraps their hands around Logan so fast that I don't even see its face. "Mom!! Let go..you don't want to kill me" I hear a chuckle. Logan's mom separates herself from him. She was a beautiful lady, with long, wavy hair the same dirty blonde color as Logan's. She looks at him. "No." She whispers. "You will live as long as you are under my protection." Then she laughs. "Come, Logan!! I have a surprise for you!" Logan just looks at her. "Is he gone?" Right as Logan says this, a loud, booming voice breaks the silence.
"Claire!! Where are you?? Get over here! And this cake you made for me...I don't like the style. Make me another one." Logan's mom gives Logan a sad look, but Logan is too busy, curling his fists and the look of pure hatred on his face. "I take that as a no" Logan scowls. His mom, whom I take as Claire, patted Logan on the back. "Stop" she told Logan. "Stop that right now." He looks at her confused.
"Stop what?"
She just sighs. "Never mind, Logan." Then suddenly, the unknown figure comes up towards us. "Claire," he says threateningly. "George, the cake isn't for you. It's for my son." As George comes closer, I see he is very tall, maybe about 6'4". He has a stubble, and is wearing a suit. Just from his appearance, I see he is rich. Very rich. Why doesn't Logan like him? Logan suddenly turns towards his mom. "You made me a cake??" She laughs. " you still look like a 4 year old with that face on. You're 15, Logan." Logan pouts, his bottom lip jutting out. Which, by the way, is absolutely adorable. "You want me to grow up?" Claire wraps him in a hug. "Never. Stay young." Logan pulls out of the hug and George pulls his arm. "That's right. You're 15. Act like it. Claire, this is your fault. Put him to work more often." Claire pulls Logan out if George's grip and gives him a look. "He just came back. Let him enjoy. Stop trying to make him the way you are." With that, she nudged Logan forward, dodged George, and strides into the kitchen. She was some woman.
In the kitchen, there was a large cake on the table. There were two candles on the cake, both half melted. She cuts into the cake, and I see it is a vanilla cake with chocolate icing. Interesting combo. Logan takes a deep breath. "Mmm..my favorite" Claire nods. "Choco-vanilla. It shows how the two most different things in life can come together and make one beautiful thing" Logan rolls his eyes. "Who cares about the lesson. It just tastes like heaven." Right as Logan takes his first bite, a huge hole in the wall appears. It's like a whirlwind, and is sucking everything up. A voice from the inside of the hole shouts. "It's time." And that's all it says. Suddenly, Claire's eyes widen. "It can't be. No!" Logan stares at his mother. "What's wrong?? What's happening?" Claire just hold Logan's hand and stares deep into his eyes. "Logan. Promise me you'll be safe." He stares back at her. "No. What's hap-" she cuts him off. "Promise me. Please." With that she lets go of his hand, unable to resist the force any longer. "Promise me, Logan!! Promise me!!!" She shouts. He looks at her, so helpless. "I-I promise, mom. I promise." Just as he says that, the force sucks him up and the hole in the wall is gone, with Logan in its whereabouts, leaving Claire with tears running down her face. Just like that.

A-N
Hey guys. Hope you liked that chapter. 140 something reads. Wow. This chapter showed a little bit of Logan, and the next chapter, like I said, is Gonna be intense. Shout out to AtzaArya for letting me start this book. Anyways, keep reading and byeeeee! ;)
-M