Catalyst [Unedited, rough]

Chapter 2

AN: Mila Kunis as Logan.

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After a while Jesse finally speaks again, knowing full well, Logan is knocked out in the back, and Carson and I can't talk back, our last bits of energy being used to protect us from getting caught. "I'm really sorry you had to see that Multi. I know how much you hate violence."

I give him a weak smile of acknowledgement, not being able to do anything else right now.

Avery, who's been studying his computers in the back of the truck nods his head, "we did well. Carson, Multi, you can stop now."

Carson tiredly slumps back in his seat warily watching me, knowing what happens when I stop using my power after using it a lot.

I slowly shake my head, causing stray pieces of black and red hair to float into my view, clearly stating my emotions. Scared and insecure.

"Riley," Carson whispered, spreading his arms apart. "I'm here."

And that's what it took. I let go of my power, energy deflating my body as I collided into his chest. His arms wrapping around me as a shook. Reliving past memories. Memories of hurt, fighting, shouting, and so much more.

He rocked me in his arms, stroking my hair, as my sobs became quieter, my breathing less erratic and my body less tense.

"Riles," he whispered again. "Look at me."

And I did, knowing the instant I would, I would be calm. His eyes always had that effect on me, and mine to him. My hair slowly faded back to its white, natural color, as enough of my energy was back to push back those horrid memories of mine...well of Carson's and I's.

Carson and I came from the same clan, one of the top three clans to be exact. We ran away four years ago, when we were fifteen. We finally had enough of what our clan, the Rose Clan, brought us. Of what they did to people's lives.

We both have of the crest of the Clan on our bodies. Mine was at the nape of my neck, where I constantly cover it up with my hair. His was on his chest, on the right side. Which is funny because most of the our clan symbols were forced to be put over our hearts. Both mine and his weren't. We were born with them in different spots and are yet to find out why.

The crest itself is about the size of the palm of my hand. An intricate, highly detailed rose done in a dark red almost black color. It would be so much more beautiful if the symbol did not have so much disgusting history behind it.

Carson, seeing that I'm in a better state, leans back in his seat and closes his eyes, keeping one arm wrapped around my waist as I sit next to him.

"Multi," Logan said quietly from the passengers seat, startling me. When did she move?

"Yeah?" I respond, meeting her golden eyes, my voice hoarse.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier," her voice so soft I almost don't hear it.

To be honest I'm surprised, she's not one to apologize.

I nodded in understanding. "It's okay Lo, we were all in a high pressure situation."

She turned back to the front, signalling the conversation was over. It's not rude, that's just the way she is. Her purple tipped light brown hair swishing with the movement, revealing her Clan crest. It's a Viper snake that leads from her collarbone to her heart, it's a very simple design, but it is a powerful symbol.

Logan and her older brother Jesse, came from the Viper Clan. I have always hated what their old clan does. Right when they come out of the womb they are already starting to be trained as fighters. And no, they are not your stereotypical gang type of people with drugs, tattoos and all that shit. Well they can be if they want to be, but most aren't.