Logan opens the office door as water from the sprinkler system starts to pour in.
"Damn freaks."
Logan proceeds down the corridor as inmates start to pour out of their cells. One inmate runs screaming down the hall and stops in front of Logan.
"I'm free!"
Logan raises his gun and puts two into the man's chest. He drops onto the ground.
"Congratulations."
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The smoke clears and Ari settles down into the abandoned house. The rumor was that this place was haunted but she was controlling the scariest thing in here. Ari looks around and the place is just dark and menacing. Perfect. She pulls out her pen and pad and starts scribbling. The lights flicker then come on.
She smiles and lays the pad back down. Her head starts to throb and reaches to rub it. Anthony stands in the corner billowing smoke onto the ground making the place more eerie. His red eyes fade and flicker as he returns to normal and collapses on the ground. Ari screams as a loud screech is heard in her mind and she drops to the ground as well.
She climbs back onto her knees and as Anthony rises to his feet.
"What the hell just happened?"
Anthony looks at Ari for a moment.
"What did you do to me?"
"I used my ability on you."
Anthony shakes his head.
"I couldn't do anything about it. I could see everything I was doing but I couldn't control it. I was so powerful, but so evil."
She looks back at him. Anthony returns the glance.
"Let's do it again."
Jillian Lions walked into the bar she waitresses knowing exactly the kind of night it was going to be, people getting drunk and expressing their inner most feelings in the open which wasn't such a bad thing. Since she discovered she could feel others emotions and manipulate them it has been nothing but a constant struggle to control herself.
From helping people get better to making people get over heartbreak and not drown their problems in booze and skanks. Jillian walks in and the manager David waves her over. He places his hand on her shoulder and a wave of emotions hits her. She puts on a fake smile which everyone knows she is so famous for, but it is the only way she could hide the emotions she just got rushed with.
David returns the smile knowing she is on the inside at least, a sweet girl.
"Going to be a busy night Jill, we have some college fraternity throwing some kind of acceptance party or something tonight. I don't care if they burn the place down, I got insurance and they paid cash to rent the place, but unfortunately they drink a lot and most likely will burn the place down. So I want you to do that thing you do when you work so hard I get to use the 'impressed' face. Got it? If this thing goes okay....I guess I could give you the weekend off like you asked. Don't say anything just set the place up, seems you just your first customer and I want you working bartender tonight too by the way. Congrats I'll be in my office. Good luck."
David pats her on the shoulder and moves swiftly towards his office before she can say anything. Jillian looks at the man who just walks in and his emotional state is an ice block. He has wavy blonde hair of medium length; his mouth is in a thin withdrawn position. His hair is combed in a way to give shadows over his eyes as if he didn't want you to look. He is dressed in a suit but not any of this board meeting then out for 18 holes of golf suit but the only word that could be used is tactical.
Jillian throws back on the fake smile and climbs behind the bar and the man sits down. The man stares at her and then cocks his head to the right staring at Jillian in the most peculiar way. Jillian adds a little more power to her smile.
"Can I get you anything?"
The man doesn't hesitate.
"Give me a cold beer in the bottle. Bud."
She pulls a beer from the cooler and pops the top and hands it to the man. She hesitates before asking.
"You okay?"
He glances over at her.
"No."
She starts to emanate feelings of compassion and empathy and the man seems to respond them. Logan looks up at her again and cocks his head again to look at her. He reaches back into his pocket and pulls out his wallet.
He shuffles through cards and money to pull out an old and weathered photo of a family.
"That used to be me."
Jillian takes the photo and she feels the waves of depression and sadness, but underlining them was something she couldn't quite catch.
"You look so happy."
"You couldn't find a man more in love with Lisa. She was my heart, my world. I lost her and my son."
"Oh my God what happed?"
"They were murdered."
Jillian puts her hand over her mouth as the tragedy of the man's emotions start to over whelm her.
"Did…did they ever catch the guy?"
She holds her breath.
"No."
A heat starts emanating from the man, something dark and destructive.
"She was taken from me right before my eyes. I don't understand why. But he has an uncommon trait with certain people and I intend to fix it."
Jillian shakes her head. She didn't understand the last part but she lets it go. She hands the photo back.
"I can't believe it."
She glances down at the bar and notices she is low on beer.
"Excuse me I need to get another case of beer hold on."
Logan nods.
Jillian gets up and walks through a door marked employees only. Logan sits on the stool before going in after her. He is quiet as he pulls out his gun. She is bent over a couple boxes of beer and rises with a case in her hand. She is startled as Logan is standing behind her.
"What are you doing back here?"
But realization begins to hit Jillian as she begins to feel the emotions Logan has. He raises his gun and puts it level to her forehead.
"You took everything away from me."
Jillian wanted to say something, anything to save her life but she knew it is no good at this point.
A single gunshot is heard. Logan comes out the door and walks back to his seat. He finishes his beer with a sadistic grin on his face. The manager comes out and looks around.
"You seen Jillian buddy?"
Logan shakes his head.
The manager nods.
"Probably out back."
Logan rises from his seat and lays some money on the bar. He whispers to himself.
"Should probably check the cooler."
He leaves.