Pensamientos (short stories)

The Devils Son, or Whatever (Deleted Scene)

*the first ever prenote, that's fun!!

So the was written as an alternate beginning to chapter 3, so there's a small flashback to part 2. There's also some details that are "officially" revealed in part 4, which should be coming out anywhere from later today to next Saturday, depending on what I decide to include/cut/change and how motivated I'm feeling considering what's going on. Seeing as it's been a week since the last update, I thought I'd leave this here for some content!

Logan

It was really the strangest thing.

I didn't know what to do.

I was freaking out internally, undoubtedly but I knew better.

Never flinch.

No fear.

I remembered who I was.

I try to deny it, but I am my fathers son.

And that's my greatest gift.

When he held the gun to her head I had no idea what to do.

I panicked, I turned it into a water gun, and I switched places with her.

I'd never seen her like that. She looked frail, and terrified. The same girl who had bit the hand of someone with a gun to her and willing ran towards a demon, stared at me, terrified.

But I was aware now, and there was one thing left to do to quell the anger I had.

It was so easy.

Mortal life was so fragile, and in an instant I'd taken it away. Before the bodies hit the floor, I'd already decided that I would personally make sure hell was their worst nightmare.

His body hit the floor, but it was the least of my concern. Alaska crumpled, and I blinked just in time to catch her.

"Shit, Alaska, are you hurt!?" Her breathing was erratic, and in her panic she was squirming and trying to push me away.

She was having a panic attack.

I could see the terror in her eyes, a glimmer that pulsated in her very psyche. They were glossed over, like she was looking far beyond me, and her skin felt cold and clammy.

"It's okay. I'm right here." I stood up, carrying her and making sure she there was no tension on her chest. I didn't need to make it any harder for her to breathe. Her eyes began to move again, new motion from their previously frozen stupor, and though she was still terrified, I could feel her refusal to give in. She didn't want to close her eyes. She looked up at me and through a flash of fear she saw me.

I'd terrified her. I knew that. That was the most she'd ever had to witness of a demonic form, but she had to have known that I would never hurt her. She relaxed when she met my eyes.

"Logan—" Her voice was astonishingly strong, for all that she had been through, but I knew better than to let her waste her breath.

"Shh, Alaska. Don't speak." She kindly obliged, and I stepped out to the car.

"Nothing will ever hurt you, Alaska. Not as long as I'm alive."

Her eyes were closed now, all the tension in her body gone, telling me that she'd succumbed to the pain. Physically she was alright.

But I knew better than to bank on the way she looked.

I didn't want to bother with driving. She needed to be home as soon as possible, so that's what I did.