Dari Cross (On Hold)

Part Thirteen

I woke before Logan did. He slept beside me above the covers, his back to me. I slip out from next to him and yawn slightly. It was a little past nine in the morning as birds chirped nearby. I wondered about things from the day before. My 'danger sense' didn't go off when the cops were chasing us. Maybe my sense only goes off when people have bad intentions for me. That would kind of make since, because once I had a teacher...and yeah.

I turned on the small television and flipped through the channels, before stumbling upon a news channel. A young anchor woman appeared on the screen in front of the N.O.V.A. building. Nearly three weeks ago a young girl, named Dari Cross, disappeared from her North Dakota home. Her mother was found dead, along with her killer. A day ago Dari was spotted outside this very building along with a man. Witnesses describe the man to be '5'7', brown haired and brown eyed. He might also be wearing a leather jacket, blue shirt, and combat boots. She pauses for breath. Make sure to call in any suspects and if you see Dari. A picture of me without my glasses shows up in the corner along with a sketch of what was supposed to be Logan. The drawing looks very much like Logan except for his nose...

I suddenly feel Logan sit beside me. His strong shoulders leaning against me. I look up at him as he stares down into my eyes. He gets up suddenly and turns of the T.V. "Come on, lets get going,"

I nod, trying to shake off the feeling of disappointment. We leave and walk to the car outside. Logan starts it and drives onto the main road. I zone, thinking about anything really. Hopefully this Gray guy will be easy to find. "Are we almost there?" I ask.

Logan nods absently, "Yeah, maybe an hour away,"

Whoop! Whoop!....whoa when do I ever do that??? Well anyway, the closer we get to this guy, the closer we get to the truth, and man I am dieing to know why my father is caught up in this mess. Or me even and Logan. God he's so stubborn. And hansom. I smile as my face grows a little warm.

hmmm....what to do to pass the time? Get some answers out of Logan. "Why does it make since that my mom was what started all of this?"

I can feel him stiffen next to me. "I can't...just not now,"

"Don't make some weak excuse, Logan! I should be able to know, this is about my mother,"

He grows quiet. "I just can't right now,"

"Why not?!"

He shakes his head as I begin to feel guilty. "I'm sorry,"

"No, don't be. I'm just not ready yet..."

I can see flash backs race through his eyes. We fall quiet again, and don't begin conversation until were almost there. "We're here," Logan says awkwardly.

I nod biting my lip. "hmmm,"

He stops at a gas station to re-fill on fuel. Logan stops the engine and gets out. I sit there for a minute, quietly humming to myself. I glance up absently into the store. A hooded man slowly walks in as my 'danger sense' tingles down my spine. "Well that guy obviously isn't a customer," I whisper to myself.

I lean over and pop Logan's door open. He looks at me curiously. "Logan," I say flicking my eyes in the direction of the store.

He gets the hint and we both turn to see the hooded guy pull out a gun, not on the cashier, but a young boy in line. My heart races. Could that possibly be one of the eight? I open my door and sprint inside, Logan at my heals. The would be shooter looked surprised as we 'walk' in. He waves the gun at Logan, then me. He doesn't even have a chance to pull the trigger. I thrust my hand out, throwing him to the far wall with my telekinesis. "How'd...how did...you..d.do that?"

I turn and get a better look of the boy. He looks a little younger than me, dark hair and dark eyes. I look at Logan and he just shrugs. Yeah thanks for the help... Gun shots go off suddenly.

A sharp, needle like pain hits my side. I cry out, my hand instinctively clutching my wound. Logan grabs me. He holds me, his body protecting me from the shooter. I see his face grimace slightly from all of the bullets pierce him. "Logan, no!" I scream.

Tears blur my vision as Logan's eyes close. "Logan!" I cry out.

He doesn't answer and everything goes quiet for a moment. I look up at the man holding the gun. I could now see the N.O.V.A. badge on the inside of his jacket. He's out of ammo. My anger ignites as he flings backwards once again but this time it doesn't turn out to pretty. I here a loud snap and he's dead. I turn back to Logan as tears pour continuously from my eyes. "Logan," I mumble hoarsely.

I don't even realize when someone tries to pull me away. My eyes never leave his face as I struggle against the person. "Logan!" I cry over and over again.

"It's alright," a voice sooths.

I don't trust this person and I continue to struggle and scream for Logan. A dull pain strikes me in the arm as my eyes go dark and my body falls limp. The only thing I can think of is Logan. His face stareing at me with no expression. He's not there anymore...

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Thanks for reading! And enjoy. Its getting close to Thanks Giving! Hopefully this will allow me to post alot, but I don't know my plans for visiting family, so we will see. Anyway

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