Pain

Pain was all Logan felt as he woke up, his head feeling like it was smacked with a brick, which, he supposed, could be the case if you considered a gun a brick.

He expected to have his head covered up in a sack as he was in the trunk of a car, kind of like in an action movie.

Well, that wasn't the case.

The only thing that was true about those statements was yes, he was actually in a car, but he wasn't in the trunk. He sat in a chair in the back of the van, his hands bound together by rope and his feet in some sort of chain.

'Kinky' Logan thought to himself, almost laughing out loud, though he managed to keep it at a quiet snort.

Smack!

He felt his head being slammed back against the back of the car, making him groan in slight agony. "Shush, boy!" A deep voice spat, though he couldn't turn his head to see the man. And Logan, being Logan, stuck his tongue out in the direction he thought the man had spoken from.

Smack!

Another punch.

Another punch meaning another wave of agony.

Another punch meaning that he was outnumbered, outmatched, outsmarted.

He knew then that he would be on his own for this one.

But the thing is, being alone in this didn't bother Logan. He didn't mind loneliness. Being in a group of people meant vulnerability and vulnerability resulted in weakness, something he refused to show. However, in some cases, it was different. He was ok with showing vulnerability at times to his family and his few friends, but there was only so much that he wished to share with other people. Sometimes letting people know more about you can be the worst.

'But sometimes the best' Logan's brain seemed to add automatically despite his attempt to block out the words. He suddenly felt a cloth being pressed against his mouth and nose, causing the man to struggle about wildly before he felt his eyes droop a little. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he wasn't paying attention to the fact that the van had stopped moving or people were getting out.

Logan tried to force his eyes open though they kept dropping. Seeing his sheer will, a man cackled, "This one is a fighter by the looks of it. He shall be very useful..."

He felt the cloth being pressed harder and harder against his face, so much that he felt like he was suffocating. Black spots danced in front of his eyes, making him groan and attempt to blink them away before his world went black for the second time that day.

He really wished he had slept in today.