A Pyro And A Psycho

Fire

I sigh to myself lying beside a sleeping Logan as I stare at his face now peaceful. I knew what we had was kinda toxic and could and would backfire any time, but... Death didn't seem so bad when it was for him. I held his hand tighter snuggling into his arms feeling the warmth. Suddenly I felt some wetness over on my forehead. I frowned looking up. A single tear had slipped from his eye. His jaw clenched slightly as I felt him shiver. He started whispering a few things.
"Don't.....please....don't....." His grip around my hand tightened but I didn't mind. I stared at him pushing his bangs back as I kissed his forehead. He sighed blissfully then seemed to calm down.
"Mara," he whispered. I blushed smiling at him. My arms snaked around him as I brought him into a hug. His arms did the same nuzzling his head in my hair making me giggle. Soon I dozed off too.
The next day in school I was talking with Brandon when all of a sudden I felt a ting in my wrist I ignored it for a moment before I felt a surge of energy in it. I hissed when I felt it burn. Suddenly I saw people running. Brandon and I frowned. I caught sight of Meg and she saw me she ran to us panting.
"Its Logan!" I didn't waste a minute asking for where he was. She replied the cafeteria which was the opposite to where people were running from.
When I arrived I caught sight of people screaming and teachers trying to evacuate everyone. A huge fire stood before the doors as on the other side Logan was clutching his arm. He let out a pained yell. The principal tried to reach out to him but he seemed in daze.
"Calm down Milles! We can fix this just grab my hand and I'll-"
"No! Stay away!" He yelled.
"Its fine we know you didn't do it in purpose!" Another teacher tried. I caught Ty trying to get him out.
"Come on man! Get out before you get hurt!" Logan shook his head clutching his arm more as he let our another scream. A part of the ceiling fell in front of the fire blocking the way. He screamed again and the lights began to explode making people scream. Teachers managed to get the students away but some stood behind Logan in fear as more parts of the ceiling fell. My heart clenched but stopped for a moment as I saw a part of the ceiling about to fall on him. Before I could understand anything my legs reacted. I took off the sweater I had, Logan's sweater and handed it to Brandon then got my spare for this evening's practice. I ran over to a fountain near wetting the clothes then my own and threw them on. I didn't even care for now as I ran past the teachers and the principal. I managed to jump over the wood that kept them from the fire and past the fire but it burned a part of my leg. I hissed in pain landing on my feet. I looked up at the shocked crowd and still agonising Logan. I ran towards the crowd first as I instructed them to wet all of there clothes. They looked perplexed but complied thankfully we had the sinks in the back that worked and a fountain. I then ran back to Logan crouching beside him.
"Logan!" His head snapped up and he looked at me wide eyed.
"Mara, what are you-" he stopped and clutches his arm tighter. I looked down at it. A pattern of fire like scales formed on his arm. He winced when I brought my hand to touch it.
"Don't! Get away before-!" He growled and groaned clutching his head. I looked at the ceiling in worry. I sighed.
"Logan look at me!"
"No! This, this is all my fault!" He cried. I shook my head taking his face in my hands. His eyes were red again.
"Stop! None of this is your fault!" I stated.
"Yes yes or is! I started the fire!" I bit my lip in thought.
"Logan look at me" I say calmly. He shakes his head.
"Look at me baby," he breaths in shakily.
"Baby, its your fault yes but you can fix it, you can do something to stop this, hm?" He nodded.
"Will you? If not for yourself or others then for me, I know you can do it come" I say taking his hands. I remembered Qiara's advice as to when I felt myself burn up. This was what Logan was going through he was having a burn up. I breathed in.
"Close your eyes and calm down concentrate on me, me only" he nodded hesitantly. The ceiling cracked for a second threatening to fall I glanced at the small crowd afraid behind. I sighed a familiar feeling of guilt and fear. I shook it off and concentrated.
"Breath babe," I whispered. He took in a few breaths as the fire started to die down a little. I motioned for the principle and teachers to approach while the crowd took a few steps forward. The fire was low enough for them to jump over and since there clothes were wet they managed. I smiled in relief then looked at Logan still attempting to calm down. Suddenly I heard an ambulance and police cars while people rushed over. Logan slightly shook.
"Mara, promise me you'll stay with me" he whispered. I leaned over leaning my forehead to his closing my eyes.
"I promise,"
The firefighters had stopped the fire and the police had everyone to safety luckily no one was injured. For now I was at the station. They had insisted on questioning me and Logan. A while ago I called Qiara to let her know before I called Aunt Gabriela. In the meantime I was in the interrogation room seated. Before me was a woman with dark brown hair and eyes in a white shirt frame glasses and a pencil skirt. She talked to me but I didn't hear. I was focused on Logan. I needed to see him.
"...now do you intend to talk?" I snapped back to reality. I blinked owlishly at her.
"Let me see him" she groaned.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Donovan, I understand your in shock and in fear but Mr. Milles committed a crime he needs to take responsibility for his actions and-"
"That's enough Karen, I'll take it from here" I froze. The voice was all too familiar. A woman stood at the door. She had piercing black eyes, hair all as black tied back as she stood in a red v-neck shirt and black jeans and black heals. Beside her was a buff man in his mid fifties with blue eyes and black hair. Both looked at the agent who nodded heading out.
"Long time no seen, kiddo" the man said his voice holding a hint of friendliness. I shifted in discomfort.
"Not talkative still? You've always been stubborn anyways" the woman laughed. I narrowed my eyes to them. Silence lingered for a few moments before the man stepped towards me. He sat before me and sighed.
"Listen what's going on is really serious, we know better than anyone you don't mean harm but your friend-"
"Boyfriend," I corrected through gritted teeth. The two seemed surprised.
"My bad, boyfriend isn't making it easier, he's pushing back the officers who try to help him, if he doesn't come to his senses he'll be sentenced right away" I take in a shaky breath.
"If you want to help I suggest you tell the truth" a single tear slipped from my eye. I glared at them.
"Help? Like last time? Your so called help almost led me to suicide!" I yelled.
"We know and we're once again sorry for-"
"SORRY WON'T FIX THE PAST!" I yell.
"You're right, but if you both cooperate, you can get away without any damage" the woman assured. I looked at her. I cocked my head. I feel all emotion leave as my eyes go dime void of light or emotion.
"How do you sleep at night?" I suddenly wonder.
"Pardon?" She asks.
"Seeing corps at least once or five times a day, how do you sleep when knowing you can't save everyone, that aside the fact of seeing families and people suffer in order to ally the law how do you feel, Katherine Cooper," her eyes narrow at me.
"Stop this, this is no place for a fight" I snap my head to the man.
"Alexander Yuri, how has your son been since the last time I saw him," his face didn't falter and a smile graced his lips.
"He's entering high school for his sophomore year, he wants to be an activist when he gets older" I lean on a hand.
"And Wendy? Still divorced?" He sighs.
"You know her she won't let me get near her," he chuckled. His eyes may mine.
"Tell me, how do you feel? Highschool's not too tough on you? What about grades?" I shrug.
"Everything is peachy" I state.
"What about your boyfriend, does he treat you okay?" His eyes narrow. A small smile forms. I think I catch them off guard as Kathy seems taken aback while Alex raises a brow.
"Logan is the best thing that's happened to me, he's my everything" my face falters and the glint comes back.
"I ow him big time, he saved me from-" I halt. My head snaps to the glass behind the officers. I stand up walking to it. I look up and down then to the left. I feel a ting in my wrist. I look to the right and walk over nearing the wall.
"Donovan?" Kathy asks. I stand still before an image of Logan passes before me. I gasp placing both hands on the glass.
"Logan!" No reply.
"Logan!" I hear the two shift. A warmth takes over where my left hand is. I can sense it. Its his warmth. He's there. I sigh leaning my head on the glass.
"Mara" I hear. My eyes snap open. I look around. Then I look before me and I see his reflection.
"Logan!"
"Mara!" I smile. Both agents stand up in shock. I guess he really was there.
"What the hell?" I hear Kathy whisper.
I smile at him eyes teary.
"Don't let them get to you, everything's gonna be fine I promise" he says in a low whisper.
"Okay," I mutter.
"Donovan, sit back down" Kathy states.
"Are you two communicating?" Alex asks.
"What if we are?" He sighs.
"Kiddo, let us help, without us-"
"Without you nothing" I look over to the door. Qiara stands at the door with a pissed off Aunt Gabriela.
"Gabriela," Katherine greets.
"Kathy," she hisses. The two glare at each other.
"What are you here for this time?" Katherine asks bitterly.
"I'm here for my daughter" I smile. Katherine roles her eyes.
"She's not your daughter, she's Isabelle's" she stated. I frown then turn to Qiara.
"Come now Mara," she motions. I run to her. She smiles pulling me into a hug.
"We have permission to take her and Logan back" Qiara stated. Alex sighs. He stares at me. I can feel sadness and frustration in his eyes. I ignore him looking away.
As we walk out of the room I look for Logan when I hear someone call for me. I turn around and meet Martha's hug. She holds me tightly.
"Don't you ever scare us like that again!" She cried. I smiled. I look up in time to feel something hit my head. I turn around seeing a teary eyed Ray.
"I'm gonna kick your ass! What were you thinking!? What if you were closer to the fire!? Are you insane!?" He scolded. I smiled at him nervously.
"Then no hug?" I ask arms spread. He curses at me in French before pulling me into a tight hug.
"Your really frustrating" he says puling back. I chuckle. Suddenly I feel a pang in my wrist. I look frantically. I run towards a door feeling something wrong. I don't knock pushing the door open. Just then I catch a man holding Logan down. My mind goes blank as I march to the man holding him in a choke hold. I pull him by the collar pushing him into the other wall.
"What the-" he curses looking at me. I look down blankly.
"What do you think you were doing to him?" The officer scoffs.
"I don't receive order from you kid," he says standing up.
"Now get out this is an interrogation room" he states. I cock my head my mood switching.
"Henry Bay, does your wife know you sold your wedding ring to buy drugs?" He freezes.
"What would she say, especially if she knew it was for that girl you sleep with, what her name Diana right?" He glares at me.
"Stop spewing nonsense kid and get out before I-"
"Not wise to threaten someone who knows about what happened during the entrance exams to your university" I whisper but he heard. He steps back eyes wide.
"How do you-"
"Now would you let us leave?" He hesitates.
"Its against the rules!" He states.
"We have a permission, now I suggest you let us, before I also tell your son about how his girlfriend cheats on him for his father" he gulps and steps back.
"Okay," he sighs. I smile mood switching.
"Thank you" he grunts walking to the door.
"oh and one more thing" he stops.
"Your wife plans to run away with your superior, the one with the double chin" his eyes widen and he runs out. I shrug turning around. I crouch down to Logan. Tears start to spill as I lung to him tightly gripping him in my arms.
"When we get back we need a shower"
And we did. After a shower we were cuddled in his sheets. I hugged him close nuzzling in his neck. He smiled down at me fondly stroking my hair. He halted his movement with a frown.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"You, your blonde hair is showing" I jolt up. I look for my bag. I look through not finding my extra hair dye. I curse slightly.
"Hey, hey calm down" he whispers. I look down.
"I need to dye it again before tomorrow," I state. Now I knew why I had mood swings.
"Why? Can't you leave it? I'd like to see your blonde hair" he smiles. I smile back.
"Its, its just I feel better with it black" I reply. He stares at me for a while.
"Mara, is it really about the dye? Or are you hiding something" I was about to reply when the door opens. Jayce walks in.
"Hey lovebirds when you're done sucking faces you might wanna eat dinner?" Logan glares at him while I blush throwing a pillow to him. He closed the door in time as it bounced off the door.
"That idiot," Logan mutters. I chuckle and get up going to the door.
We're at the table chatting, when Ivan clears his throat.
"By the way, um, could you tell us how the fire began" he asks. Logan frowns looking away.
"I-"
"Stop it honey not now, you see they've already been through too much" Qiara says nudging her husband. He sighs.
"Right, we'll talk later," he states.
"Yo Mar, could you pass the breads?" Jayce asks. I nod with a smile leaning over the table to grab it as my sleeves roles up. I hand him the bread sitting back.
"Thanks oh and nice tattoo" I feel Logan choke slightly beside me and I frown.
"What tattoo?" I ask. He raises a brow.
"The one on your wrist" he replies. Ivan and Qiara look to me.
"I don't have any tattoos," Qiara frowns.
"I remember your Aunt told me your skin's too sensitive for a tattoo, maybe its a burn lemme see" I shrug pull up my sleeve to show her.
"See I don't have any tattoo-the hell?" As I rolled up my sleeve I saw a black paw print. I frown in confusion.
"Where did that come from?" I mutter.
"What is it?" Ivan asks. I show them. They grow silent. Jayce then curses massaging his temples.
"You've gotta be kidding me," Ivan suddenly turned to Logan. He then stood up.
"Your in your own here son," he said waving before he left. Jayce soon followed patting his brother's back in comfort and sympathy.
"T'was nice having you aw a brother dude," he stated. I look between them. I then look at Logan and he's avoiding my gaze. I look at Qiara and she holds an emotionless stare to her son.
"Logan Ethanol Giorgio Hans Milles," she mutters. Logan flinches.
"When would you tell us you had put a spell on your girlfriend?" She hissed. I snap my head to him.
"You what!?" I asked. Qiara sighed.
"That tattoo you have on is a Soulmate Restrain, its used only on women who can't hold there hormones and tend to betray there mates for other ones in order to please themselves, the risks with this spell is not only does it drain your blood when you touch another male but it also sends the partner's powers to an extent and if they don't control it they burn out" I clench the table cloth.
"So you basically put a freakin WHORE LEACH ON ME!?" I roared. I breathed in. I stood up.
"I'll see you tomorrow Qiara for our daily therapy, right now I'll have to leave" I state as I scramble. Logan gets up after me.
"Mara wait-"
"No! You put a whore leach on me and didn't even ask for my consent!"
"I can explain just-"
"I don't wanna hear it!" I say as we enter the room. I go for my bag as I pick up my clothes on the side and the dye. Just as I was about to close the bag its snatched from me.
"Mara please let me explain myself" I glare at him.
"I was angry at that moment and I was afraid to lose you, please understand I don't want you to die I just, was so helpless when y-"
"Felt as if I'd leave you" I finished. I laughed dryly.
"You know what hurts the most? Not the fact I'd die nor the fact you have so little trust in me no, its the fact today I could have lost you" I state. He looks down in shame.
"And now I learn that it could happen anytime, do you know how I feel?" I ask.
"What if you'd died in the fire!? What if you'd left me!? What if, what if" I sigh looking down holding back the tears.
"I didn't want to think I had a chance to lose you," he said his voice cracking. I glance at him biting my lip to refrain taking him into my arms.
"Mara, I really really love you, you're everything to me and, the simple fact that I had even the slightest chance of losing you drove me on edge, it was selfish for sure of me but I'd rather die than have you leave me for another" I look at him all of sudden.
"You'd rather die?" I mutter. In the moment I feel a surge of anger hit as my body was first to react before my mind did.
Slap
Logan's eyes widened as he clutches his now red cheek. He looks at me wide eyed as a river of tears flow down my cheeks.
"ARE YOU CRAZY! I WOULDN'T EVEN LOOK AT ANOTHER GUY WHEN YOU'RE WITH ME LET ALONE LEAVE YOU FOR ONE NOW YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT DYING RATHER THEN HAVING ME WITH SOMEONE ELSE!? I TOLD YOU ALREADY LOGAN! I'M NEVER LEAVING YOU I LOVE YOU IDIOT! IF YOU ASKED ME TO DO SOMETHING FOR YOU I'D DO IT WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT, I WOULD GO THROUGH HELL JUST TO SEE YOU SMILE! I'D RATHER BE HUNG THEN SEE YOU SAD AND I'D RATHER GO THROUGH ANY KIND OF TORTURE THEN EVEN HAVE TO THINK OF LEAVING YOU! YOU UNDERSTAND I FREAKING LOVE YOU!" I yell out in frustration tears flowing. I pant as I stumble back a little. Silence over comes us as I pant.
"So don't go saying you'd die for me, if I hear you killed yourself or died because of me I'll go maul at your corps, I hope I'm clear" he stands back up and walks to me. He smiled leaning down kissing me. I pull away.
"Is it clear?" He chuckles.
"Yes," he whispers. He lifts me by the waist bringing our lips together as I latch both arms and legs around him. He walks to the bed falling backwards onto it. I straddle him biting my lip as I feel him under me. I blush.
"You horny fuck" I mutter. He laughs.
"Can't help you're so hot when you're angry babe," he whispers bringing me down again. I smirk back. He leans down kissing my neck while he gropes my butt cheeks making me moan. I unconsciously start moving my hips against his bulge. I feel myself get wet under my shorts as I dry hump him harder. His breathing hitches. He grabs my hips. I whine in protest.
"Mara, if you continue I might not be able to stop" I look into his now red orbs.  I knew I wasn't ready but I wanted him as badly as he wanted me.
"Just, just don't-y'know put it in" he nods.
"Tell me if your uncomfortable," he says. He slowly starts going down my neck as I restart the humping. His hand slowly slipping down my back carefully and gently. I bite my lip.
"I'm scared," I whisper.
"Don't be, I'll make you feel good honey" I nod. His hand slips in my shorts through my panties. He slips a finger in my hole and I gasp. A jolt of pleasure hits me.
"D-Don't stop, mmph, ah ha, g-go on, mmm-AH!" I moan as he slips two other fingers. His other hand slipping to my breasts as he fumbles my breasts. I start to shake in pleasure.
"Dammit, fuck" I mutter moving against his erection more making it harder. He clenched his jaw while his hand that's on my breasts pinches its skin. The pain sent a wave through me and I cum.
"This early? Heh guess its a round two" I whimper as he removes his fingers and hand to flip us. He goes down my body licking my neck leaving a trail of hickies then down kissing my now exposed chest. I shiver when he gets to my womanhood. He blows cold air over the clit and I buck my hips. Then I feel his tongue on it rubbing against the rosey skin. I clench the sheets feeling turned on again. I twitch when he grazes me with his fingers. He smirks up at me and winks at my desperation. I huff having enough as I sit up. He eyes me and I crawl to him. As I do he looks nervous.
"Mara what are y-OH MY GOD" He yelped as I dropped my breasts on his erection. He only had jogging pants on and the cloth was thin as hell. I looked at him innocently with a confused pout.
"What's wrong? Need anything Daddy~" I smirk at his reaction.
"Holy cow," I sit up deciding to get revenge as I suddenly pounce him. My chest pressed to his face as I swing my arms around him.
"Did I ever tell you how much I love you Daddy" I say innocently. His face flushes. That's when he realises I tied him to the bed.
"This was a trap right?" He muttered I nod sitting on his erection. I slightly move my hips. He grunts trying to push his body close but I get up. He groans. My hand goes over his chest as I sit a little above his erection. I lean down capturing his lips. My hand goes up his shirt as I start unbuttoning it. I start to kiss down his jaw line to his neck down his neck to his torso licking back up to his lips. I chuckle at his frustrated gaze.
"Payback for the other day," I wink. I go back down leaving hickies maybe more than he did. I get to his jogging pants and lay my head against his pants. I graze his erection and he hisses. I hear him pant face red as I rub my palm against the tip. I then start fumbling with the hem. He groans.
"Mara!" He growls. I hum looking at him.
"Yes, Daddy?" I asked sweetly. He breaths in.
"Stop.teasing.now" he grits. I cock my head blinking. I sit up on his knee. My pussy slightly wetting the area as I rub it against his knee. He watches as I do so groping my own breast as I rock back and forth. Soon he's had enough and yells in frustration.
"Okay okay! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" I stop.
"Do what Daddy?" I ask purposely putting a hand on his erection.
"You know it" he states. I cock my head to the side. I lean down to his erection as I pull his jogging pants down. The cock swings up straight. I look at it and resist to take it in right now. I put a finger at the tip stopping the precum. He curses at that.
"I don't see what you mean~" I said pucking my lips.
"Mara, don't test me-" I cut him off by catching his dick between my breasts.
"Sorry you said summn?" I ask. His eyes glisten with lust as he pants.
"Fuck my pride, I'm sorry I was so selfish I won't talk about dying again!" I smile.
"Good" I say taking him in. About a few minutes later he cums in my mouth. I smile swallowing.
"Damn, remind me to not anger you again" I smile and untie him. He takes the occasion and pulls me into a kiss.
"Up for another?" He asks. I smirk pushing him back in the mattress.