The Alchemist

LOGAN - Chapter 1

CAST IS ON THE SIDE.

  I ran faster and more degraded as I heard voices behind, yelling at me and telling me to stop.

  "ARRET! ARRET!" French officers were called. "Ll ya une bombeé. ARRET! You, Stupid Americans!"

  "YEAH AND YOU TRY BEING LOCKED UP IN A LAB ALL DAY! HELL NO!" Yeah. Bad choice, huh? I was reckless at the time, but I have learned from that very well and this is my story.

  So can we please get on with my story? Go ahead, read, and go forward. Press play.

  I pressed my feet to the ground and took off harder and harder, while my thoughts pulsed inside my head. My head felt like it was going to explode. Why won't I ever be normal?

  As I run I see nothing but blurs before my eyes. Norte Dame. Cars. The people talking. All just distant sounds. As you can see I'm just running for my life. It's all just a dream.

   So I thought.

   I always run from things, but now I'm running into things, per say.

   I know you probably have nothing to do with this, but just hear me out.

   Everyone in the world has a place; you just have to look for it. My place is dealing with bad guys and playing music. Yours is probably spending time home with your family and sitting around a fire on Christmas Eve drinking hot cocoa. Most people grow up with a family and some friends. But, me? No, I'm still growing and alone in this world. Trapped in my own mind.

   All the things you would normally love are vanishing in front of your eyes and you need to pay attention to things or they'll fall away, hanging onto life by a thread. As you would think that Alchemy is fake, but believe me. It is as real as you and I.

"Eris. Take a left!" Abigail yells enemy right ear. The intercoms that we're using are really crappy, but I could hear her loud and clear.

   Abigail is so smart, so beautiful, and yet such a loud mouth. She never keeps her mouth shut; all she does is talk, talk, talk.

   Her auburn brown hair swirls in the air every time she takes a step and as does her skirt. She's wearing some prep school uniform with a tie and heels.

   Her eyes are a deep sea green color that makes fights harder and harder, each time I see them, just because they remind me of home. I have plain brown ones that I got from my mother.

   She is the same height as me, 5'6. I hate her, because she is the complete opposite of me. I also love her because she has her own personality and she doesn't mind what other people think about it.

She waves at me through the café window and winks.

   That's my cue to set the diffuser. I look to my left and see Tristan making out with a civilian. I grab him by the collar and drag him away. "Oi! Watch the shirt. It's brand new." His flat yelp is going to get us nowhere.

"It's time!" I yell in his ear.

"Ok. Let's set up by Norte Dame. I'll go get the stuff from the car. It's in the center of the city from the Eiffel tower. Hurry!" He pushes me in the direction of Notre Dame, but before he could let go of me he pulls me into his chest and moves in to kiss me. I turn my head to the right and his lips land on my cheek.

"Ha-ha. Nice try player." I push him away and make my run to downtown "Abby, can you send my phone a route?" after I say that my communication unit starts crackling.

"Sure.....Tristan....bomb....ahhhhh-" Abby's voice still rings in my ears.

I take out my communication units and put them in my pocket and sprint another couple of blocks. I let my mind travel through past memories: My home island. Abby and I regenerating our mana whenever we touch the water. Alex and our first kiss. The 12th of December of 2005: the worst day ever. My cat, Aoura and my kitten, Tom and, my dog, Marx, .