Logan Greenwood
By the time Logan had returned home, he was carrying an unconscious Darwin and a sleeping Silas on his back. For once, he was tired of running. He slid in through his window after Ceaser and put Silas and Darwin on the beds.
Logan cursed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Darwin is not as skinny as he looks. Thanks for not falling out or anything." He punched Ceaser lightly in the arm. Logan slid down his wall and rested his head in his hands. "Don't think I could've carried anyone else." A light grin spread across his face.
"Yeah. Thanks for bringing me home safely. I owe you." Ceaser muttered.
"Just keep the police off my trail." He looked at Ceaser through the faded moonlight that shone into his room. "You believe me, don't you?" Logan looked tired. Even through a smile, his eyes were hardly colored and they seemed to be dull. His smile didn't carry it's usual cheer.
"Of course I do." When telling his brother this, Ceaser was also reassuring himself. "I know it wasn't you." He began to believe it when he saw the slightest gleam of color return to Logan's weary eyes.
"Yeah." Logan laughed softly. "Tell that to the police." He got up from the floor and stretched out his back.
"Who do you think did it?" Asked Ceaser.
"You tell me." Logan sighed and ran his hands through his wet, curly hair. "Thank you, again." He smiled, his eyes glowing brilliantly. He wrapped his arms around his brother. Ceaser cautiously returned the hug.
"I should go." Logan muttered. "I'll get Darwin. We're both sort of 'on the run'." He let go of Ceaser and put Darwin on his back. He started to climb out of the window. "Tell Silas I love him." And with a final smile, he disappeared into the night once again.
"I love you too." Silas sat up with tears shining in his eyes.
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Logan walked for a while in hopes of clearing his head. The rain had slowed since returning home, but it was plenty wet outside. Logan had no extra clothes, no food, and no money. He also had no idea where he was going. And he was sure that it looked strange for him to be carrying a teenager on his back in the middle of the night.
The pale moonlight cast shadows that made trees dance in the shadows. Once out of his neighborhood, Logan headed into the backwoods. Usually referred to as Loner's Forest by the gossips that peppered the area saying anyone who went in there never returned. Logan didn't want to return.
He carried on, walking quickly, into Loner's Forest with a sly smile. Darwin's long legs dangled and hit the backs of his own as he climbed awkwardly through pointy leaves and into the trees. All Logan wanted to do was disappear. He wanted to fade in with the night or deep into the wet ground. Logan could leave Darwin here and run forever. Run from his problems.
That's all Logan had ever done. Ever since he was born, his mother, who saw him as burden on a string, practically threw him away. He resented a woman he'd never met before. And for good reason.
Logan could run like nobody's business. When he was little, before the medication, Logan bounced off the walls, literally. He ricocheted around his room only bound by his confinements. His adoptive parents didn't consider medicine until Logan ran into a door.
