I don't own crap. If I did, a shit ton of things would happen. Like, I know people will hate for this, but MLP would die. I mean like never exist.
MLP Fans*holding weapons*: WHY DON'T YOU DIE!
Inhuman: Shit*runs like hell*
Logan screamed in pain as the metal cords tore into his skin. He was held up by said cords. Eric stood in front of him, holding him up with his magnetism.
"The next time I see you, I'm gonna punch you in the face." Logan growled out.
"Sadly, there won't be a next time." Eric said before sending Logan out into a nearby river.
Two weeks later
After getting some info as to what happened, Logan again walked away to nowhere. After a couple weeks, he saw a man in a trench coat, with a large hat covering his face. For some reason, he felt like hitting the man square in the face. Trusting his instincts, he did. The man fell to the ground, holding his heavily bleeding nose.
"What the hell was…Logan?! You're alive?!" the man screamed
"Yeah, bub, and apparently, I told you I would hit you in the face somewhere in the past, 'cause I felt like doing it. I don't even care why, cause that felt good. Bye." Logan said truthfully before walking away, getting onto a bus.
"Ow…" Eric moaned, his nose bleeding more than it should. Both his hands were now soaked with blood, and his nose kept on going. Someone had already helped him up and was taking him to the nearest hospital.