Assessment of Abilities

Chapter 16 | Fight or Flight

"Well, well, well~ Look who's awake~" The duke almost beamed as he walked down the stairs into the basement. Logan's entire being shivered at his voice, his eyes snapping to where his capture stood.

"What do you want with me? Let me go this instant" Logan tried to hold himself together, to remain literate and calm, however, Remus' smirk threw his strong expression out of the metaphorical window.

"Let you go? I don't think so~ I'm gunna have some fun with you first~ though... You are rather boring, the one I want is the one with the wings~" Remus took a few more steps towards Logan, close enough that Logan could smell his stench.

"How about I make you a deal? You tell me where your winged friend is and I'll let you go" He offered. Nevertheless, Logan refused, he'd never allow Virgil to be put through this horror, and even though Remus, the duke, had a creepy basement and a demonic persona, Logan still had the advantage.

After briefly scanning the dukes mind he realised that Remus didn't know about his telepathic abilities, which was good news, as Logan could do more than just read minds or project thoughts; he hadn't done it in years but he would class this as an emergency situation.

Logan looked Remus in the eyes, his eyes glowing a bright blue colour as his thoughts transcribed into Remus' head like demands 'let me out of these chains and allow me to leave this place, once I have left you will re-evaluate your purpose and realise that all this torture is wrong. Guilt will overwhelm you and make you want to pursue a career in helping other people, maybe even those with abilities'

There was a moment of silence; the duke seemed to be in a trace, staring into Logan's eyes. The latter waited a moment for his instruction to sink in.

"Wow, you have beautiful eyes, I wonder if I'd be able to remove them while remaining that colour" The Duke spoke, taking Logan off guard, his eyes returning to their original colour.

It didn't work.

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Back at the university campus Roman and Patton burst into their apartment, bags thrown on the floor and rapidly searching the apartment "Virgil?! Logan!? Are you here?? Please say you're here!" Roman called out.

Patton burst into every bedroom before slowly emerging into the living room, tears trailing down his freckled cheeks "T-They're... Not..."

Roman groaned out of frustration and panic "where did they go?! Fuck!" he slumped onto the sofa with his head in his hands rocking slightly, trying to think.

Patton sniffled and sat on Logan's armchair, tucking his legs up and hugging the pillow that smelt of Logan; it was as if he'd just sat here. "Both Logan and Virgil are missing and we don't even know where to start... m-maybe we could try calling them again?" Patton suggested, however, Roman shook his head.

"We already tried padre... their phones are off or dead..." Patton flinched at the last word but tried to mentally shake it off.

There was silence for at least 20 minutes before Roman stood up "Maybe we should go to the police, both Logan and Virgil are missing and both must have been involved which whomever shot Virgil... maybe they can help"

Little did they know, Virgil had been sat on the floor in the corner of the living room since they'd entered. At multiple points in time, Virgil had thought about revealing himself, however, this would instantly change when he thought how mad they'd be at him and how he deserved to be 'missing', or 'dead'.

Furthermore, Logan was missing, the last time he saw Logan was when he'd decided to confront the stranger who'd shot him... Virgil began to regret leaving, he should have stayed to help or at least stayed long enough to make sure Logan had returned safely...

This was his fault and he had to save him, hoping with all his might that Logan was still alive to save. Still in his incorporeal state, Virgil quietly left the apartment, going straight through the door and stretching out his wings to take flight from the roof.

As he felt the wind through his feathers and hair, he tried to come up with a plan, nevertheless, no matter how long it took to fly back to camp, he couldn't think of a single plan...

'Fight or flight, am I right?' he thought to himself, knowing this was a terrible idea but as long as he stayed incorporeal he could sneak around to find Logan and bring him home.

Or so he thought.