Assessment of Abilities

Chapter 14 | People Aren't Always What They Appear

[A/N: I editted the strange shooters description slightly if you wanted to read that on the last chapter ;P at the end of the last chapter]

Virgil stood, feeling as though he had an abundance of energy. He managed to pick Patton up and hold him close with one hand before grabbing Roman's belt, at the back. Virgil then stretched out his large wings, fluttering them a bit to get rid of the excess feathers; that was still slightly ruffled.

'Virgil, go, the stranger is close' Logan projected. Without another word, Virgil took off with both friends in hand and flew towards the camp.

Once there, he landed as gently as he could and placed Roman on the ground "I'll put you to bed in a moment, just gotta take care of Pops' first" Virgil whispered before carrying Patton bridal style to his tent.

He was knelt next to Patton after tucking him into his sleeping bag "I don't really remember it all but... I remember being shot... I died didn't I...?" Virgil sighed heavily "But you saved me... I'm fully healed... I can feel it, the energy you gave me... but I think you may have overdone it, Pat" he chuckled, he was happy to be alive but he knew that Patton had never done this before and may have used up too much energy as a result...

Once comfortable, Virgil left the tent and went over to where he'd left Roman. The Princely character still lying prone on the grass "Come on, let's get you to bed, Princey"

Virgil picked Roman up the same way he'd picked Patton up, however Roman was a lot taller and muscular than Patton, hence heavier. Nevertheless, Virgil managed. He lay the other on his sleeping bag and lay beside him on his side, but not before turning on a torch to light up the inside of the tent. After doing so Virgil saw Roman's tear-stained face; he'd cried... A lot...

"Oh, Princey... Roman... I'm not worth crying over..." he sighed, however, couldn't help a small smile rise, Roman really did care about him... He didn't want to admit it but he cared about Roman too... which is very bad... he has Remy! Remy helped him out with everything and was the first to love him for him, not scared of his abilities...

Virgil was utterly and clearly at an impasse... He was in love with two men... this was more his guilt and anxiety could handle...

"I'm so sorry... I... I can't..."

Meanwhile, Logan stood in the clearing, watching as the stranger came closer. He could just about make him out. This man was slightly taller than Logan, and Logan was a tall man. The stranger walked forward wearing a strange and almost royalist outfit, all he was missing was a large horse... Logan raised a brow as the man came within a few feet of him; this man wore a moustache and held a shotgun over his shoulder, that really topped off the rich snob appearance.

"Oh? Is it just you here? I could have sworn I'd shot someone gruesomely" Logan frowned at that statement, this man almost looked disappointed.

"No... you shot my friend... there are 4 of us, the others took him back to camp for treatment... don't you have anything to say for yourself?" Logan asked, trying not to let his anger control his logic.

Just like clockwork, the strangers perked up "I did shoot someone? Oh my, this will be a story to tell the kids" he chuckled.

Logan's hands curled into fists "You have children?"

"No, I just mean it'll be a fun story to tell them when I do~" said with an excitement of the tongue.

It was becoming really hard for Logan to withhold his anger towards this man... not only had he shot Virgil, killed him, and felt good about it, but he wants to make this into a story for children!

"Can I see this friend of yours? I'm rather intrigued, you see, I was aiming for a large bird; I thought maybe it was an Eagle or perhaps a Raven... however, when falling it looked almost... human..." the stranger smirked at the end of that sentence; as if he knew something.

This caused Logan to tense up, so he did know and he did see... that makes his intrigue more understandable... and as a rich snob, he'd probably want Virgil stuffed and hung on his wall...

"No, you may not. You know, for someone with a punctual appearance you are extremely crude..." Logan spoke begrudgingly, in all honesty, he simply wanted to tackle this guy to the ground and remove all his senses and memory; leaving him a vegetable...

"Oh my! How rude of me, let me introduce myself, I am Remus, Duke of Burnton~" he bows "and you, this person who judges me for my ill manner, who are you?"

Logan gritted his teeth "I have every right to be ill-mannered towards you, you shot my friend..." he then took a breath, trying to relax "My name is Logan... and you may not see him... I do not know what you saw, but my friend was hardly going to be flying around like a bird was he... you clearly have a terrible aim... now... before I press charges against you... could you please disarm yourself..." Logan pointed out, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't terrified. This guy had literally shot someone and was happy about it... He wasn't comfortable having conflict with a trigger-happy moron.

The duke seemed to be in thought for a second "Am I making you uncomfortable? Are you thinking that I will... hmmm... blow your brains all over the clearing grass? Or perhaps shot you in the chest just like your friend?" he smirked, Logan's eyes widened 'how did he know he'd shot Virgil in the chest?' he thought to himself. However, before he could ask he saw the flash of Remus' arms move and then a sharp pain in the side of his head.

Logan was knocked unconscious before he could even react.