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I don't know where to begin. I guess I should start at the beginning. My name is Samantha. It was just like my normal boring days. Only this is the one day in which my whole life would change. I was reading on my bed when I heard a loud THUMP! I got up to see what it was. As I walked down the stairs, I heard some voices which caused me to stop my walking and focus on listening. Of course, with my luck, I couldn't hear what they were saying. So, I started sneaking down the stairs again. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could see into the library where my father was tied to a chair. There were dead bodies all over my once clean floor. Now, my floor had puddles of blood all over the place. It looked as if someone had taken a bucket of blood and purposely splashed it all over the place. I tiptoed over to the library door and looked in. There was a man who was helping to free my father of his binds. The man who was helping my father had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes to match. He looked like he was really strong. He was dressed in a black shirt, a black leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and he was wearing black leather boots.
My father must have known I was hiding and said, "Come out my dear, all is safe now!" The man turned to me as I slowly entered the room at my own pace. I looked at him and studied him. His face looked like it was made out of stone, because he had no light to his features, only sadness. After I determined that this man was not going to hurt me, I rushed over to my father's open and welcoming arms. My father then spoke again. "My dear Samantha, It's all over now! Everything is going to be ok!" He was cut short by the man's curt tone. "Professor Loon, It's not over yet, it has just begun! Do you not understand that because of what you have done, you have put your whole family in danger?" As the man was speaking I slowly stepped away from my father. I had a funny feeling coming over me. I did not know what it was, but I was sure it was not good. Ever time this man spoke; I felt a pulse go through my body, making me feel less and less well. My father then spoke again. "Logan, you must take Samantha with you to that school of yours. She needs to be protected! Please take her!" I felt like I was not even there. My body felt like air could go through it. I did not like this feeling and I wanted it to stop. The man called Logan looked over at me. His eyes at once went to big circles. "WHAT!" I snapped. All he could do was point and stare. I then lowered my eyes to look at my feet. I was a good ten feet off the floor. I screamed and the next thing I knew my butt had hit the floor with a loud THUD!
My father looked at me in awe. "Samantha, why did you not tell me of this gift you had?!" "I didn't know that I had it till right now; what is this thing that I can do?" I asked. Logan just studied me. I'm not sure, but I'm sure the professor can find out. The blank look I gave him said it all. Logan rolled his eyes and continued. "The professor at the hidden school for people like us." He said. "What makes you think I'm a mutant?" I asked. "Well, the fact that you were floating about an inch off the floor kind of gave it away." he said in a sarcastic tone. I didn't respond to his comment. I knew I had not liked this guy from the vibes I had received from him, but now, the vibes were ok, and I knew I could trust him. I guess the sarcastic remarks were just his nature. If I wanted answers I was going to have to deal with Mr. Sarcastic comments. I nodded.
"I'll go."
Then my father cut in saying that he would not have me go anywhere with a man he did not know. Of course, Logan and I knew that my father had just contradicted himself when he had already asked Logan to take me away, but we were not about to tell my father that piece of information. The next thing we knew, my father was ranting and raving about things that we had already discussed. It was actually starting to get confusing. It was silent for a moment as Logan and I tried to find a way to talk some sense into my father. I looked around the room and spotted what looked to be a gun lying on the floor. I walked over to it and slowly picked it up. It looked like the ray gun my father had been working on in his lab, and if I was correct I bet that if we went into my father's lab, his ray gun would be missing. I turned to Logan to show him the gun. Logan's face twisted in confusion. We both turned to my father. I took the chance and asked the million dollar question. "Daddy, what does your gun do?" My father smiled and replied, "Oh, its simple there is a knob on the top of it, you turn it to whatever function you would like it to do, you point it and then shoot it at whatever or whoever you want the function to be done to." I looked at Logan. He had a look on his face that said, "OH MAN! THIS IS BAD!" I looked at the knob. It was turned to what looked to be a question mark and two rings hitched together. I looked at my father and said, "Daddy, was this supposed to be one of your prank machines?" My father nodded with a smile on his face. I continued, "Dad, Is it possible you made this machine well known by accident and now someone wanted it, but could not get it because Logan here came in time, or is it possible that the setting the people set it to and shot at you is a memory eraser with something else attached for your prank?" My father nodded. "Oh, I had not tried that one out yet. It's a memory eraser which in fact erases my memory. So, I have no clue how to make that gadget anymore or what just happened here for that matter. Oh thank you for reminding me what was on the back of my mind. I just thought of a solution to our problem. You two can get married for life and I'll be sure you are safe for life. I don't want my baby girl getting a divorce. Plus I built in another function on that machine, I don't know how, just I know I did, but I am sure that one of us will blow up unless something is done that was not done when I was rayed. "
Logan and I stared at my father in awe. He must have talked a mile a minute. "That ray must have really messed your father up bad, but he has not been wrong yet, so let's believe him on this one. What do you say?!" said Logan. I nodded quickly in agreement. "So Daddy, who is going to get blown, up and why?" I asked. "Oh, that's simple. If the person who is rayed makes a last wish before they are blown up, then the people who he asked for that wish will get blown up too if they don't make that wish come true." I nodded in somewhat understanding. "Daddy, How does it work? How does the machine work to make what you just say actually happen?" I asked. My father did not answer. His face was pale white. The house started to shake. I looked at Logan. He took the ray gun out of my hand, grabbed my hand with his open hand and ran. He dragged me with him. I fought him and finally got free. I started towards my father. I ran back to the library with Logan close behind me. Logan cursed silently under his breath. He did not want to chase after me and loose his life. I turned to him and yelled above the noise of the shaking house, "LOOK YOU MAY NOT UNDERSTAND THIS, BUT HE IS MY FATHER, WE HAVE TO SAVE HIM! PLEASE!" Logan looked at me for what seemed like forever, but in reality it was only a second and then he nodded in agreement. We turned around and ran to my father. Logan was just about to grab my father's hand when my father yelled, "GET OUT OF HERE! REMEMBER OUR CONVERSATION AND DO IT OR YOU WILL BOTH DIE!" I didn't want to go, but I knew I had to. I yelled to my father, "I LOVE YOU!" He nodded in response and silently pleaded with his eyes for me to go. I couldn't move. I just stared at him. I heard Logan yelling that we had to go, but I could not register it. I was going to lose my father, and I didn't want that, but I had no choice. Reality struck in when I felt myself being thrown over Logan's shoulder and wind rushing around us. The next thing I knew we were outside on my front lawn. I looked at the house waiting for something to happen. The shaking had stopped and the noise had stopped. I turned to Logan. "Stay here!" he commanded. I couldn't move anyway, but I managed a nod. Logan slowly approached the house, but was quickly knocked to his butt when my home that I had grew up in my whole life, blew up to nothing but dust. I screamed and screamed until I could scream no more. My whole body was shaking. I was all alone in the world. What was I to do? I had to destroy some gun, and I didn't even know how, my life was a mess, and I was only nineteen years old. I finally snapped out of my semi-comma and turned to Logan who was now by my side. He was watching me with an intent gaze. I nodded and said, "I'm ok, but I am going to need some time later on." Logan nodded and said, "But there is one thing that is needed to be dealt with first. I don't plan on blowing up any time soon, so let's talk this over, ok!" I nodded.
We sat for what seemed like hours. Then it finally hit me. "Logan" I said. He looked at me with a look of hope. "Give me the gun!" Logan handed the gun over to me and I quickly looked at the knob my father was talking about. There was the question mark, and we had gotten that one, but the two linked rings made no sense. Then it hit me. "LOGAN, I GOT IT!" I yelled. "Ok I get that you get it, but I'm not deaf. I have ears. I can hear, you know! So, don't yell like a rooster, ok?!" He spat. I apologized and continued. "Ok, so my father said that whoever didn't do what the person said to do before they died would blow up. He didn't remember how it worked, but after what I just saw, I trust his judgment. He said that we needed to leave somewhere safe and then he went into the whole thing of confusion. Remember what he asked us to do to make him know I was safe?" Logan looked at me with wide eyes. He knew what my father had said and he was not about to do so. Logan got up and started pacing. "He said that we would have to marry for life." I nodded. Logan looked at me and then at the house, or what was left of the house. He did this for about an hour until he finally spoke. "Well, I don't want to blow up, and we don't know how much time we have, so what do you say that we do this! I mean it's not like we have to love each other."
I paused. I had always wanted to marry for love, and now my dream was being ripped from me. Logan must have known what I was thinking, because he quickly started talking again. "I mean if you wanted, we could try this marriage thing out and try and make it work, that way we are not miserable all the time. I don't want you to get lonely, but I don't intend to be some happy go lucky husband all the time." I smiled and ran up to Logan and enveloped him in a big hug. I know he was defiantly bigger than me and my arms barley reached around him, but it was the thought that counted. I think Logan got the idea and thought, because he soon put his arms around me and returned my hug.
I looked at Logan "Fine!" I said "I'll marry you!" Logan laughed and said, "Then we better get going, I don't know how long this ray thing works, and trust me, I don't want to mess up!" I nodded and said, "Let me just go get my stuff." I trailed off as I realized I had no stuff. Logan smirked. I huffed and said, "Never mind, sweetie pie, let's go!" Logan nearly choked when I called him sweetie pie, but he soon laughed at it.
We went to the nearest church and were married and took special care to let the preacher know that we did not want the wedding to take too long. We knew we were locked into this relationship forever because daddy said so and because we both believed that you should stay with your special someone forever. We were going to make the best of our situation. That's all we could do, we had no choice, but for some reason, I don't think we minded that it was each other we got stuck with.