There had been no changes to the house. It still stood at the edge of the neglected part of Greenville, wedged between two pine trees as if it had been deliberately hidden away. The peeling paint lay in strips, the windows were blacked out, and the front porch was sagging slightly, warning would-be entrants to watch their step. Logan faced the house from across the street, hood hiding his face. He watched. He wasn’t certain what to expect from himself at this moment. Definitely not fear. Doubt, maybe? But what he felt was resolve, the kind that has been forged by loss, and the realization that there was no turning back anymore. He crossed the street and knocked on the door twice. Then again. The door swung open almost at once. Beth dragged him inside and shut the door, bolting it in place just like the last time. “You finally showed up,” Beth grunted, but there was relief in his eyes. “I was starting to think you'd decided to disappear.” “I thought about it,” Lo

The weight settled heavily on Logan's shoulder after the meeting. It wasn't about revenge anymore – it was about taking down men who thought themselves as gods. As he followed Beth back towards the tunnel, he looked back at the group of men and women determined to fight these horrible men. Their battered hope, their perilous hope in him. His last conversation with Carla, the silver-haired woman, kept flooding his thoughts. When they've walked far enough, away from the hideout that he picked up nothing from there even with his enhanced hearing. He finally spoke up. “I'm not bringing her to them.” He remembered the tired eyes of Sonia. How Sonia had looked at him after the ambush. Instead of fear, she looked at him with purpose, he didn't want to ruin that. This would be too much for her. Beth stopped, then turned to Logan. He studied his face under the dim tunnel lights. “They won’t hurt her.” “That’s not the point,” Logan snapped. “They don’t trust her. And people who don

Logan's face twisted in shock and betrayal, he stilled for a moment. But, the word rang loudly in his head. “Run.” He grabbed her hand and bolted out of the lab. The elevator pinged open, revealing fully armored men with a small gun. Tranquilizer guns. Red lights bathed the hallway, glowing violently. Automated voices announcing loudly on the speakers. “Security breach! Lockdown sequence activated!” They raced down the corridor moving at a crazy-fast pace. Sonia’s grip on Logan’s hand tightened as she pulled him along. “This way,” she said, making a left turn into a maintenance passage. Logan's mind reeled with questions, his eyes drilling into the back of Sonia’s head. Even at the evident danger, he wanted an explanation. “Sonia—” “Please, not now,” she cut in. “Trust me.” They slipped through a narrow passage just as tranquilizer shots flew by, landing on the wall where Logan's head had been a second earlier. One of the men chasing after them ordered the troop, his voi

Without haste they moved deeper into the transit tunnel, it stretched endlessly ahead without any source of light. Sonia’s handheld pulse light proved to be useful as it sliced through the darkness, giving them a clear view of where they stepped. Dripping water, escaping from a decaying pipe, was the only distinct noise aside from the soft scraping of their shoes. The city's usual noises, above them, were muted, seeming distant and almost unreal—echoes of Logan's forgotten history. A faint, yet perceptible, blue glow pulsed within his veins; the prickling sensation beneath his skin was noticeable—a dwindling trace of energy slowly fading. "Does it hurt?" Sonia asked in a gentle voice, breaking the silence. Logan turned to look at her. "Not really… It's more of a sting now. It feels like there's pressure. Like something wants to get out." She simply nodded. "It'll stop when you learn to control it." "Have you come across this before? Someone like me?" he asked, his curiosity p