Pain. All he could feel was excruciating pain.
Running up his spine, venom coursing through his veins, every inch of him in searing agony. Gripping the arms of the chair he was bolted to, he let out a cry of anguish as the pain darted from his neck, to this shoulder, to his head, from his back, and back towards his chest. Cold eyes stared down at him, unmoving and determined. There was an unknown hunger hidden behind them as he writhed in his seat, convulsing as each stab took place.
Brown eyes laced with liquid bronze snapped open as the pain stopped suddenly, his heaving, desperate, ragged breath sounding throughout the room.
"I need you to understand."
"A-adam .. A-adam, please stop, I can't breathe, Adam -"
He screamed as the pain returned, arching his back as his hands flexed, reaching out for anything to make it stop.
In This Burning World
A Meta!Jogan fanfiction.
Characters from CP Coulter's Dalton. I only own the storyline, not the characters.
"Hear your voice again..
Could we dim the sun and wonder where we've been?
So kiss me like you did..
My heart stopped beating, such a softer sin..."
John Logan Wright the Third was a simple man with simple wants, and simple needs.
Actually, he only needed one thing: peace and quiet.
His entire life consisted of political debates, conferences, hiding in the shadow of his father. Political children usually never attracted media attention, but soon as he left the closet all those years ago, papers everywhere began questioning his father's role with Gay Rights, how this was going to effect his votes, and all that other nonsense.
He wanted nothing to do with it, or him. So he took off the first part of his name and went by just "Logan".
In his teenage years, he attended several prep schools, one of them being Dalton Academy. Memories of those years were fleeting, not worth remembering. It was where he had met his best friend, Derek Seigerson, and he was the only thing that reminded him that he ever even went there.
It turns out that despite Logan's very expensive and extensive education, he had no idea of what he was going to do with his life. He had settled on working in an office cubicle that focused on construction since it was the only job he could find, and it was Derek who had helped him get it.
He would go home to an empty house, watch everything and anything on TV, cook himself whatever was available in the fridge, drink coffee, make coffee for the morning, take a quick shower, and go to sleep.
He hated it. Everyday it was the same thing, the same routine.
Logan missed the days when he would sit down at his piano, skim his fingers over the keys and not have a care in the world, instead of wondering when those copies needed to be handed into the boss. He sometimes played at hotels for some pocket change or just for fun.
Today, he stopped by a coffee shop to see Derek, who, apparently, had some good news.
"I'm gettin' married, Lo." The soccer player said happily, grinning from ear to ear.
Logan promptly spat out his coffee in his face.
They sat in silence as the drops of the beverage dripped down Derek's face, his smile dead and gone, leaving a blank expression.
Logan held his cup in front of his lips, staring like a deer in headlights as Derek calmly wiped his face before clearing his throat.
"...Sorry. It just shocked me a little, and I wasn't expecting, like -"
"Yeah, I got that."
"You're just so... you, so I kinda figured you'd be a bachelor for like, ever, y'know? And-"
"Logan, it's fine, really."
Logan closed his mouth, clearing his throat himself and sitting up, "Who's the lady that's marking a moment in history?"
Derek's smile returned slightly before he chuckled, "You wouldn't believe who it is."
The green eyed Adonis tilted his head, smirking a bit, "Try me."
Logan's eyebrows raised considerably, "That's.. It's about time, if you ask me."
Derek snorted, leaning back in his seat, "We've had our differences before, but I wouldn't trade them for the world since I know it leads to this."
"She still as stubborn and straightforward as ever?"
"Good. I'm happy for you two," Logan said, raising his coffee cup and nodding.
"So, back to what I was going to ask you before you so kindly used me as a spittoon," Derek started, straightening his back.
"I really am sorry about that-"
"It's fine," He waved his hand, looking back towards him, "I was going to ask you if you wanted to be my best man at the wedding."
Logan blinked before letting a smile grace his lips and he laughed slightly, "Of course I will, Der. Count on it."
Derek smiled, patting his friend's shoulder, "Thanks, man, I really appreciate it.. But I've gotta ask you this too .." Logan raised an eyebrow in question and shrugged, silently telling him to go for it.
"Are you happy? I mean, are you going to find someone again?" Derek asked in concern, leaning forward.
Logan frowned at him, his emerald eyes narrowed considerably. Taking another sip of his coffee, he shook his head, looking away.
"Derek, I'm fine. I'm a grown man who's turning twenty-two in two months. I don't need anyone right now."
Derek nearly slammed his hand on the table, "Logan, you most definitely need someone right now. I swear, it's a goddamn miracle you haven't gone into depression yet. It's not good for anyone to be alone for as long as you have."
Logan clenched his fist underneath the table, green eyes flashing for a bit before he breathed out an exasperated sigh, "I just haven't found the right person yet, Derek. You think it doesn't hurt me to know that no one would want a tempermental gay son of a Senator?"
Derek shook head, "Lo, that's not true-"
"Don't give me that bullshit!" Logan growled under his breath, leaning forward angrily, "I drive people away, Derek. No one can put up with me. Just look at you! You're the only friend I have, and I've met thousands of people. I'm just destined to be alone... "
Derek stared at his friend sadly before standing up to leave, "That's not true. You'll find someone, Lo. Someone who'll be able to put up and love all of you, and if you're lucky, who knows? Maybe this person'll be just as unbearable as you find yourself to be." He patted his shoulder, "Just know that I'm here for you, buddy. If you need anything, don't be afraid to give me a call. See ya later and don't forget that you're my best man, or I'll punch you."
As he left the building, Logan put his head in his hands, trying to stop the back of his eyes from burning.
He hated his life so much.
When one's car breaks down in the middle of nowhere in Lima, Ohio, or in the boonies, they could assure themselves that they had better start walking to find the nearest gas station if they ever wanted to keep moving.
Apparently, no one gave Logan that little tip, so there he was, sitting in his very expensive Cayman Porsche, currently glaring at his cellphone which had no service. At all.
Slamming his hands down on the steering wheel, he growled, green eyes glinting in anger.
'It's just for three days, Logan. It's not going to take too long, Logan. Is it going to kill you to come, Logan?' Why the hell did I listen to him,' He thought, remembering talking to Derek on the phone and hearing him practically beg him to come to his sister's second grade graduation. He had been in a bad mood all day since they met up, and it didn't seem like it was going to get any better anytime soon.
"You're the only friend I've got too, Lo. C'mon, don't make me sit with all those soccer moms on my own, man."
"Should just leave you to suffer…" He muttered underneath his breath, sitting up immediately when an explosion was heard from far off in the field. Looking out his left window, he stepped out of the car when he noticed a fire began to spread.
Squinting his eyes, he fell back against his car when a sonic boom flew through the air, making impact with the ground.
"The hell is going on .. ?" Logan mumbled, eyes widening when he realized that the sonic boom was actually a person.
…And he was flying.
His head whipped back to the ground, seeing a faint figure shakily stand up before erupting into flames, letting out an annoyed yell before shooting a massive fireball from his fingertips. The flying man dodged quickly at the numerous fire blasts thrown in his direction, and flew in a circle when he was hit in the shoulder.
Watching the bizarre battle unfold before his eyes, Logan stared in awe as the one in flames shouted something at the other before his opponent flew away. Waiting until each flame drew itself back to its lighter, the fire user fell to his knees.
Deciding that this was the moment to approach the stranger, Logan pushed himself away from his car, running towards the center of the field. His eyes glanced up at the sky momentarily before he shook his head, kneeling down towards the man who just finished fighting.
Brown hair in a disarray, eyes gently shut, breathing evenly, he fell over on his side into Logan's arms.
'Great, I have someone who can spontaneously combust falling unconscious in my arms. Lovely.' Logan thought sarcastically, rolling his eyes before taking a weary glance at the person's face. Wondering whether or not he should help him in regards to his safety, Logan sighed. He didn't seem any older than he was, and his clothes suggested that he was on the fairly wealthy side. In fact, Logan could've sworn he'd seen him before somewhere.
He then shook his head, picking up the brunette and carrying him back to his car. He'd worry about that later. For now, he was going to wait until this firecracker woke up and get some answers.
Had that fight gone on any longer, his car could've been at risk, and his salary certainly did not pay him enough to get it fixed.
'I'm probably going to die once he wakes up,' Logan thought, staring at the pained, yet peaceful, expression on the stranger's face. He sighed.
'Oh well. Beats a graduation.'