Logan quickened his feet; maybe he was just over dramatizing all of this. He felt his heart beat a bit faster, both from the exercise and from the slight fear making its way all over his body. His head still stayed locked down toward his phone while his skinny fingers pretended to scroll though the display. He broke the concentrated stare at the black screen to come across a plaza filled with Walmart, a Hair Salon, Shoe Show, Game Stop, etc. Okay. This plaza seems like a "safe zone", maybe he could walk into Walmart or something and the cars will just drive away.

Damn! Walmart is always packed isn't it? Logan hoped weaving in and out of the parked cars in the parking lot would potentially help throw off the stalkers. As he did so, he took one last glance behind him to find not ONE Frisker Karma or Black Mustang in sight! He celebrated by taking a sip of his luke-warm Pepsi only to discover that he gathered puddles of melted ice into his mouth. Logan spotted a trash can close by this alley in between Shoe Show and Walmart and his attention was immediately drawn to the pair of black and white vans in the window.

"No" he inaudibly told himself. $39.99 was a waste of his prized money and besides, he didn't even have that much. He sighed, he was normally used to getting whatever he wanted but not today, or tomorrow, or maybe even ever again. The annoyance of being followed and/or watched still haunted him and he really didn't want to start walking back out on the streets again; he had an eerie feeling about doing that. He hesitantly glanced back over from the Shoe Show window to the dark alley he spotted before. Okay not the SAFEST of routes but fuck it! He made his way over to the gap and shrugged off everything that was screaming at him not to. The place was musty and had puddles of rain water scattered here and there on the cracked and chipped concrete, there wasn't any garbage bins or anything like that but really just a dark, straight forward path it was also really quiet, in fact TOO quiet which weighed in even more on Logan's skeptic side. But hell! He made it to the other end UNHARMED! It was such a huge relief to him for some reason, but he wasn't going to question it. He was just happy to see a bit of sunlight and not feel like he was going to be trapped and suffocated to death by two buildings (yes, he was claustrophobic).

The echo of a few cars driving by at such close proximity made him stiffen as part of instinct but what made it worse was that he couldn't SEE the vehicles. Logan once again pushed it aside and told himself that it was just 'average Jo' bystanders casually cruising by. He carried on with his journey, keeping his same temp pace. What would really be good right now is some music to accompany him. Listening to music doesn't take up that much battery life if you have your iPhone on sleep does it? Oh well! Hip hop/Rap it is! To be even more explicit, most of his songs were Hip Hop/Rap and the writers where 94% by Drake….

"I know things get hard but girl you got it girl you got it 'der you go

Can't 'chu tell the way they lookin' at 'chu everywhere you go?

Wondering what's on yo' mind, it must be hard to be that fine

When all of 'dese fuckers wanna waste cho time, it's just amazin'

Girl and all I can say is: I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so proud

O f you…."

The bass of the music pounded though the teen's headphones and it felt like the world around him drifted away and all of his problems seemed to become forgotten memories….-

"GGGGAAAAAAHHHHHH-"Logan's screams become muffled pleads for help as a, from what he saw, white cloth-like object was being forcefully held against his mouth and nose. His yelps and desperate attempts at breaking free from what seems to be a rather muscular, tan, somewhat hairy arm were becoming weaker with each struggle. Logan was losing his battle and stance and he had no clue why. Soon enough his eyelids felt like heavy rocks and becoming harder and harder to hold open, his breathing was becoming deeper and longer, and his muscles were growing increasingly exhausted with each punch, kick, or clawing motion he made at his attacker until his body totally gave up on him, passing out into whatever the hell was behind him. The weight of his body was no longer balanced on his own legs…

So this was kind of eh *shrugs* anyway I have no excuse (well I mean yeah I do :p) for my lazy ass but anyway, I'm working on Ch 4 for this story RIGHT now as well as 'In The Dark'… So imma get working *cracks knuckles* toodles! Remember! Please Review! I gots ta no if I shood continue or not haha! Much love 3

Lots of Kogan Love,

~Kelsey