Letters to an Optimist

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The January wind whipped at the two figures running madly through the busy streets, people yelled as the two blondes rushed past them, pushing past everyone that blocked their way.

"Logan!" Ellie panted, trying to tug Logan to a stop, but he stayed stubborn as a mule.  He ignored her and carried on dragging her, Ellie felt as if she'd collapse onto the ground, she never was the biggest fan of running, and now she absolutely despises it.

"Come on Ellie!" He urged, Ellie's legs gave up on her and she fell to the ground, clutching her stomach; gasping for breath.

"You.... fucking idiot! Can't.... breath!" She managed to yell through gasps. He stood there impatiently tapping his foot while clutching her forearm in a death grip.

"I don't care, now move your ass!" She glared at him, and punched his leg, he yelped in surprise and let go of her arm, clutching his throbbing leg instead. "Now I'm going to have another damn bruise, thanks a lot Ellie!" 

She narrowed her eyes at him, and raised her hand, waiting for him to lift her up. Logan rolled his eyes and grasped his hand, pulling her up with a little more force that she expected, just crashed right into his chest, and he fell onto the ground with a loud oomph!

Logan glowered at the blonde girl laughing her head off, probably broke a rib or two of his.  Ellie didn't care, she found the situation funny, and wanted the whole world to see.

"You're mental, Ellie. Just mental," Logan commented.

"I'm only human," she smiled, humming a tune that Logan was unfamiliar with.  She picked herself up, and jutted her hip, placing her hand on it. "Well, come on! Time to save your Sleeping Beauty!"

Ellie giggled as Logan's cheeks flushed a light pink. He growled in frustration and stood up, abruptly. "Come on," he sprinted in the direction of the hospital. Ellie groaned and followed the limping idiot, before she noticed some weird metal device on his leg.

"Logan!" He groaned and stopped running, before turning around to face the huffing girl that was hunched next to him. "First, I don't have really long legs, so monsieur Giraffe, slow down! Two, what the hell is that on your leg?" She asked, pointing at his foot, Logan glanced down and his eyes widened.

"Shit," he mumbled cusses under his breath as he walked in circles. Ellie glanced at him worriedly, she sighed after regaining her breath for the second time within ten minutes and spoke.

"So either you're part robot, or-"

"Don't even think about finishing that," he snapped, knowing that her assumptions would be idiotic and wouldn't help with this situation. 

Logan was frustrated, he didn't know what to do about the stupid machine on his leg. He couldn't be thirty meters away from the studio without it buzzing and electrifying him.

"Lo?" Came Ellie's soft voice. "You okay?"

He chuckled humorlessly at her question and asked. "Okay? El, how can I be okay when I'm stuck? I'm stuck and I've got no fucking way of getting out of this."

"You can if you tell me," she urged, but glared at the stubborn idiot. "What's that on your leg?"

"A stupid homing thing," he replied tiredly, ignoring all the strange looks he got when he sat down on the pavement. Ellie followed his movement and pushed the cuffs of his jeans to see a machine painted dark blue, with a small blinking green dot in the middle of a large block.

"Like the ones they use in movies?"

"Yeah, only difference is, this is real," he sounded broken in a way.

But he was always broken, how can you break something that's far too broken? Ellie thought, before a thought came to her and a mishchevious grin overtook her face.

"Ive got a plan."

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hehe :p so I'm going to bed now, and I was just typing this up quickly :p so I'm sorry for the crappiness levels of this chapter. 

Tell me what you think please!

Mack