Disclaimer : I do not own Supernatural or these OCs. Logan belongs to LunaEvanna Longbottom
Tatiana belongs to WaffleManiac
Rosalia belongs to TheNightGirl
Jack belongs to Naka Angel
Hey guys. So sorry for not posting last week. To make up for that, you guys get two chapters this week. I really have no excuse for last week, other than I completely forgot about it until Wednesday. Again, so sorry to everyone who was expecting a chapter last week.
" We should start with the victims, see if we can find any connecting factors, then narrow it down from there. " The group nodded and set to work. There were 4 victims so far, so each member of the group tackled a different person's life. They created an information board on one of the walls, making connections to one or two of the other victims, but none really connected them all until they dug into the victims education history. All four connected at one point in their life.
" All four victims went to the same middle school. PI Beta Phi. " Jack summarized looking at the wall. Four columns of sticky notes looked back at him. Funny how people's lives could be summarized into quick sentences over a few sticky notes. Logan sucked in a breath.
" PI Beta Phi? I went there. " He admitted. The group turned to look at him.
" Did you know any of these people? " Ana asked. He shook his head.
" They are all older than me. I wouldn't have had any classes with them. " The group returned to studying the wall of notes. Somewhere there had to be a deeper connection.
"Whatever this thing is, it's targeting only people that went to this school. " Rosalia thought aloud.
" They were all around the same age, so they would've been in the same grade. " Ana picked up the train of thought.
" So something happened to this grade. Question is, what?" Jack finished.
" We need to find out more about this school and what happened to it. " Ana concluded. Logan kept quiet. Should he confess to the group about what he did? Or should he keep quiet? At this rate, they were bound to find out, but did that mean he should confess? The voices from his nightmare still rang through his mind. He could hear the typing of a laptop.
" I've got something interesting. 7 years ago, four grade 8 student's bodies were found in a blown out field." Here it was, he could admit right here what he did and be done with it. But he held back, as unlikely as it was, it could be other grade 8's. Not the ones chasing after him.
" There were four boys. Conner Richards, Micheal Housed, Travis Mills, and Robert Freid." Rosalia read from the screen. Logan's heart sank.
" I did it. " He said. Might as well get it over and done with as soon as possible. Three heads turned to him, waiting for further explanation.
" I was 13, I didn't know I had these powers. They were chasing me, next thing I know... they're dead. So I ran and didn't look back. Until now." He could feel his powers threatening to take over again. The group was staring at him. Their stares bore into him. He needed to get out of the room.
"Logan, " Jack began as Logan pushed through the group and out the door. The three followed him through the parking lot. He turned.
" Stay away from me! " He shouted.
" Logan! We Understand! Come back, we can-" Rosalia began, but she was cut short by Logan screaming.
" Go away! " He ran across the road into the wooded area. This would be a good spot. His vision was beginning to get blurry around the edges. It wouldn't be long now. His muscles tightened and he found it hard to breathe. The shaking started next. His whole body shook like a leaf with the buildup of power. The blurriness got worse and his vision eventually became just blur. The power built up past what he could handle and it exploded from him like a burst of compressed air. His arms flew back and his body arched as he was lifted off the ground. The energy flowed through him into the surroundings. When it cut out, Logan opened his eyes. He saw a vibrant green leaf floating through the air. It landed on his outstretched hand. The soft touch of the leaf on his fingers was the last sensation his brain registered before everything went black.