The Logical Exception

{ Chapter 19 - The Only Option }

TW: Gun usage, needles, Let me know if you need a summary at the end.

There were two guards at the gate and Logan kept his face in a mask of indifference. He had years of practice, pretending that he didn't have emotions at all, pushing down any inconsistency. This was an advantage, he reminded himself. It allowed him to be cold, calculating. It didn't matter that he had a difficult time expressing himself or understanding his own feelings, none of that mattered.

The four of them began walking past the gate, not giving either of the guards the time of date. They knew who he was.

"Wait!" Logan heard the guard on the right shout, but it was the sound of the guard on the left taking in a deep breath that Logan keyed into. He turned quickly, stopping the dart in the air before it would have pierced his skin. His eyes sparked with his powers.

"Did you really believe that would work?" He didn't want a fight. He had hoped that they would be able to pass unnoticed, but Logan had known.

"Alex, the alarm!" But Alex didn't have time to hit the alarm as Logan turned the dart back on its owner, Virgil quickly knocking out the other guard with his shadows.

"I'm not sure why that wasn't Plan A." Deceit muttered as he began to strip the clothes off of the guard.

"I was hoping to be inconspicuous." Logan iterated, again, turning to Virgil. "Anxiety, are you ready?" He asked, holding out his hand.

"You know I'm not a fan of doing this, there are so many things that could go wrong."

"I trust your abilities. We have reviewed the building schematics and the area where we are going should not have any people."

Virgil pulled at his sleeve. "It's your funeral specs." He said, grabbing Logan's hand, pulling him into a tight hug before taking in a deep breath. The two sank down into the shadows and Logan had never experienced something so surreal. Being pulled through the shadows was like nothing he had ever experienced, it was cold, it was empty, and yet there was a light feeling of being at one with everything in the world. It was over before he knew it and the two of them appeared in a dark hallway, Logan suddenly realizing that humans needed to breathe and he hadn't been. His body desperately gasped for air. Hopefully, that would not need to be their exit strategy.

"We should be close to the most likely area where he is being held. It depends on whether or not they are actively attempting to use his powers. With the Codename Sleep, his powers could be a number of things, we need to be careful."

"I'm glad the guards didn't have any powers. That could have been messy."

"I had a feeling they wouldn't, you know the process of... gifting powers is messy." Logan said softly.

"Yeah, don't I know it. Though I wouldn't call it a gift." They walked down the quiet corridor, keeping their voices low. "I almost didn't survive my transition." Virgil rubbed his arm, still remembering the feeling of his blood boiling as he became one with the shadows. The things that went on down this hallway were not pleasant. Logan was ashamed to admit that he had ever been a part of it.

"I believe Deceit also barely survived. That seems to be the trend for people who are forced to go through that process, though, if I remember the lab files, his transformation had the side effect of his facial pigmentation being changed. Whereas you were unable to stay solid for a while, yes?"

Virgil nodded, biting at his lip. "I feel like there were other side effects but it's hard to pinpoint things like that. I survived it though, and I got out before I could go in too deep."

Logan wished he could say the same, but he doubted he could be saved, especially now that Remus knew. What was he going to do? His entire plan fell to cinders when he heard Remus repeat those words back to him. What had once been a comfort was now a reminder that he had failed. 'A king is nothing...'