Desperado

Prologue

  A/N: please leave feedback and let us know how you enjoy the prologue of our story. Be ready for Prinxiety, Logicality, and some tantalizing action. -Casnovasia and  WickerOfBeasts

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It was blisteringly hot that afternoon, that was the first thing Logan could remember whenever he closed his eyes. He'd had to loosen the tie from his school uniform to allow his chest to breathe a little. If the sun had been the least of his problems, Logan may not have found the day extraordinary in the slightest. Of course, in this country there was no such thing as a middle class 17-year-old boy who could live out his life without coming face to face with a crucible.

There was only one thing he needed to get before he could head home and present his groceries. He needed to get a gift for his compassionate mother. It was her birthday tomorrow, and Logan would kick himself silly if he didn't use this valuable time to find the perfect gift. Just the thought of his mother's face, smiling at him... that brought such elation into his chest.

Logan was known as the passionate boy. He was full of brightness, emotion, commitment, and empathy. Among everyone in his neighborhood, Logan was the one to go to when a good-will project needed to be done.

While strolling through the aisles of a small knick knack store, Logan heard a commotion outside. Usually, the food court in the mall was regularly loud, but this particular cacophony was filled with yells and screams. Fear lashed at Logan's heart and he abandoned his grocery bags in the doorway. He ran out into the square and the sight before him gripped his very soul.

Only twenty meters away from him stood an unhinged angel, growing brighter and brighter by the second. The powers the individual gave off threw the temperature skyward. As if it wasn't hot enough already, Logan feared his limbs would liquify. Blast angels' ability to raise the temperature.

Then the second set of powers kicked in. All around Logan, people's screams of terror turned into giddy laughter and confused giggles. Inside Logan, happiness blossomed like a thousand flowers on a timelapse, shutting out any possibility of negative emotion. It was extremely difficult not to lose his grasp on reality with all this artificial elation soaring through his core. Logan needed to stay focused. Precision thought was key.

There was little time; Logan knew that above all else. He hadn't studied these individuals in depth, but everyone was taught at a young age that they could lose control without a vanguard around to ground and stabilize their power. There was only one shot at this, before the angel started to glow too brightly to look at. Logan had the vanguard gene buried deep within his DNA, and this was the time to activate it, before people lost their vision... or worse.

Fighting as hard as he possibly could against the urge to give in to his own happiness, Logan planted his feet and took a deep breath. Then he blasted off the pavement, running forward as fast as his legs would carry him The moment his first foot left the ground, every window in the mall exploded, shattering into the square and the walkways above. Phones and computers popped, sending sparks flying every which way.

Logan ran forward, breathing hard and gritting his teeth. He needed to make it. Just 17 more meters to the angel... 15... he knew the risk. He knew the cost of this move. As long as he could save the people in the square, he had to do this.

Every step felt like dragging his leg through boiling honey. Logan could feel himself liquifying as the angel began to glow, brighter and brighter. No!

There he was, right next to it! He grabbed the angel's arm in his right hand and squeezed his eyes shut.

Something Logan almost couldn't describe happened in that moment. The happiness that had been burning through his heart began to cool and subside. A kind of calm washed over him and Logan... he let go of what he was fighting. His grip on the angel went from death grip to slackened, and his scrunched up eyes became smooth. The worry and focus lines of his brow erased themselves. Inside, his soul was screaming out at how wrong this was. Logan needed this! He couldn't lose this! No!