Breathe [On Hold]

Logan Meets Lucy

Even though the sun was shinning brightly, the space between buildings was as dull as a rainy day. The sound of feet splashing in puddles while they skid through the dark alleyways was not a rare thing for Logan. Damn these people are persistent. He thought to himself as he heard the chasing footsteps getting closer. He forced himself to keep running, not wanting to find out what would happen if he got caught. He comes to a stop when he finds his way blocked by two of the thugs. "Shit." He turns and starts to run the other way. Again he discovers his escape thwarted. With no way out, he finds himself being backed against the wall. Being Logan he couldn't help but smirk at the situation. Of course, this just annoyed the gangsters even more.

"Wipe that smug look off his face." One of them commanded as the largest of the group came charging towards Logan. Being a semi decent fighter himself, Logan managed to evade the first few punches and get in a few of his own. But when it's 6 against 1, and those 6 are individually much larger than the 1, it's inevitable how the scenario will end.

Logan slid down the wall, sitting on the dirty alleyway floor. He leaned his head against the brick just before everything went black. The first thing he noticed when he woke up was the taste of blood in his mouth. He raised his hand to his nose, hissing when he touch the cut there. "Fuck." After sitting on the ground for what few like hours, trying to get his breath back and numb the pain in his face and abdomen, Logan stood up. Staggering for a few steps, he slowly made his way to the end of the alley. The streets were darker now. Clearly he'd been unconscious for longer than he thought. At first each step caused pain to shot through his body, but he did his best to ignore it. After all, he'd had much worse injuries than these before.

He walked aimlessly down the street, slipping his hands in to the pockets of anyone who got close enough. When he reached the end of the road he'd already collected a phone, a wallet and a decent looking ring. Unlocking the phone was easy since the previous owner hadn't set a passcode. "Amateur." He mumbled aloud. Going straight to 'settings' he completely reset the phone and set a password of his own. Next he took out the wallet. Quickly looking through it he pocketed the £150 in cash and contact-less bank card, throwing the rest on the ground. He also decided to keep a hold of the ring, planning to sell it at a pawn shop later. But for now he wanted a drink.

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A few blocks away, Lucy had just started her shift. Looking at her client list for the evening she inwardly groaned. Her day just went from bad to worse. It had started off with her running late, burning her breakfast and not being able to find her keys. Seeing his name on her schedule just added to the fire. "You ok?" Dara asked. Lucy looked up and sighed.
"Yeah He is in again today." Dara gave her a sympathetic look.
"Good luck." Lucy was certainly going to need it.

Heading through to the staff room, she began to mentally prepare her self. It's only half an hour, you can cope for thirty minutes. She kept repeating that in her head, hoping that if she believed it, it would be true. She was halfway through changing out of her day clothes and slipped on her work uniform, if you could call it that, when the door opened. "Hey, Lucy." Luna greeted. Lucy gave a 'hey' and a smile in return. "Busy tonight?" Luna asked, as they both continued to get ready for their shifts.
"Nah, it's alright. Although, Mr Morris is in again. Just a warning." Lucy replied.
"Thanks for the heads up, I'll try and stay out his way." Luna joked.
"Good luck with that." Lucy laughed, as she began sorting her hair. "He always manages to find everyone. So how about you? Got many in tonight?"
"Eh, not too bad. Hopefully, everyone will stay in their place."
"That's the dream isn't it." Lucy had finished getting ready at this point and started towards the door. "Well, better get this show on the road."
"Good luck with Mr Morris."
"Thanks, Luna, see ya later."
"Later." And with that Lucy shut the door.