And now it's time to peel back the curtain just a tiny bit on Logan's past. Believe me, you'll know what I'm referring to when you see it. Kinda impossible to miss really.
January 3rd, 2019. 10 miles outside of Accumula Town.
Ben woke up about at dawn, and the first thing he did was panic, because he smelled smoke, and it was awfully close. 'Oh dear God he set the tent on fire!' However, after a moment, he noticed a distinct lack of heat around him, besides the sleeping bag that is. He crawled out and stretched his back. He then noticed the flickering light outside the tent. Logan's shadow displayed on the wall within it. He grabbed his backpack, grabbed the cured haddock he had packed, unzipped the tent, and walked outside. He noticed Logan sitting back to him about eight inches from the campfire. 'Did he make that? I didn't.' He decided to speak up before Logan accused him of staring again. "When did you make that?"
Logan stood up and turned around, revealing he had a mouthful of slightly cooked, but still bleeding meat, the blood which was dripping down his muzzle. He held up the index claw on his right hand. He chewed a few more times before swallowing... and burping quite loudly. 'Well I didn't expect him to have table manners after what I had seen yesterday.' Logan then answered the question. "I'm a Dark Type dipshit. I can't spend ALL night asleep. I got up about an hour before dawn and did some hunting." He gestured just left of Ben's peripheral vision, where a skinned Lillipup lay. The skin and fur lay just a foot away from the remaining meat and bones. Mostly bones.
It made sense. Dark Types had an affinity for night time. That did leave one question though. "How'd you light it? Did you use my Firestarter?" This was met with a loud laugh from the grey furred fox. He then turned to the fire, opened his maw, and shot flames from his mouth. The fire burned wildly before beginning to die down as the outpour of flames had eaten up a lot of wood. "You know Flamethrower!?"
"You never checked what Moves I know did you." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. As if saying gravity exists. Ben blushed and rubbed the back of his head. How had he forgotten something so simple? "I'll save you the trouble. I know Flamethrower, Dark Pulse, Fury Swipes, and Hone Claws. Mom and Dad got me TMs for Flamethrower and Dark Pulse my last Christmas with them as I had told them I'd be leaving." It was as good an explanation as any.
"Well, finish your meal while I pack up camp. We should reach Accumula Town in about five hours if we walk, taking battles into account of course. Speaking of which, do you wanna-"
"NO!"
"Ok then. I guess I'll use Oshawott." Ben began to take down the tent. It had taken him a few minutes, during which time the sun began to peek over the trees, and Logan of course did not help after he finished eating, but he had not been expected to. His opinions on helping out Ben were pretty clear at this point. Ben reached towards his belt when Logan grabbed his hand.
"I'm not going back in there. I'm walking, and you'd better not slow me down." Ben sighed and knew Logan, being far and away stronger than him, would easily be able to keep him from grabbing the ball, so he decided to just go with it. The thought of, 'Oh no, I'm gonna hear him complain the whole damn time aren't I?' went through his mind. He would be pleasantly surprised to learn that Logan was actually gonna be relatively quiet as he only grumbled a few times. During the walk, Ben had been confronted by a number of wild Pokémon, while had managed to get Oshawott to Level 8. It would be a long while yet before Ben would be able to have him confront Logan about his constant poor attitude even if Logan didn't fight a single battle until then.
It had taken two days of walking, and this was a very short Route by comparison, but finally Ben, and the ever unhappy Logan, walked into Accumula Town. It was small by comparison. Only about a thousand people. There were no major chain restaurants besides McDonphan's and Burger Kingdra, and a couple family run places, there was only a small hotel besides the Pokémon Center, and there was a single grocery store, Food Pyroar. Overall, a pretty unremarkable place, but as with most small towns, the people were mostly very friendly and down to earth. Ben looked at his phone. It was well past noon. "We should get something to eat and then hit Food Pyroar. After that let's get to the Center and get a room for the night."
"Whatever you say bosstard, I mean bastard." Ben thought that one was pretty creative for something on the fly, unless he spent the entire day until now thinking of insults, but it still made him sigh. This vulpine was single handedly ruining the thing he'd been waiting more than a decade for. Ultimately though, Logan didn't complain when they went to one of the family restaurants. They did have some fish on the menu, and not just fish Pokémon, but actual fish, so he got a salmon burger. Logan ordered a rare cheeseburger with onions and fires. This made Ben raise an eye, and after the waiter left he asked. "I thought you were carnivorous."
"90%. Being an anthro I can eat other things besides meat an berries, but meat makes up the vast majority of my diet." Ben made a hum of acknowledgement before they returned to waiting for the food. Neither of them said a word. Neither of them wanted to. They ate in the same amount of silence, apart from Logan moaning in approval as he devoured his bloody burger, which made Ben shake his head. Ben paid and they left.
Ben quickly fed Oshawott his Pokechow before they went to Food Pyroar. It was the third largest grocery store chain in the world. Behind Froakie's, and of course WalMart. Ben grabbed a smaller sized cart and the duo began going through the aisles picking out less perishable snack foods. They got plenty of cured meats for Logan, and Ben got another small bag of Oshawott's Pokechow. He asked Logan if he'd like to try the carnivorous Dark Type food, to which was met with another insult and threat. In the end it was a short shopping trip and after checking out, they went to the Pokémon Center.
When they arrived it was around 2:00. They entered and saw a few trainers, but not a notable amount. Most of them were out training at the moment. Ben walked up to the counter as Logan took a seat. How there were so many Nurse Joys around was still a complete mystery, but no one complained as they were all exceptionally nice and professional. Ben informed her he needed Oshawott healed and that they needed a room for the night. Rooms and basic medical service were free for trainers, any major work needed, broken bones, prescriptions, now those cost money. The Pokémon League funded the places so there was no danger of them going broke and shutting down. As Ben turned around to inform Logan that they had a room, a raccoon in a trench coat walked in. He stood in the middle of the Center and spoke loudly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a robbery." He pulled a pistol out of his coat. The Pokemart here may not have dealt in expensive trainer goods, but it was the one with the most customers, so it did still pull in quite a bit of money. "Everyone lay down with your hands on your head. No one do anything too stupid, and I won't do anything too unkind." Nearly everyone gasped and followed orders. Nearly everyone. Predictably, Logan just sat there with his legs and arms crossed, which the raccoon noticed as he was scanning the room to make sure people followed his orders. "Hey Foxy Brown, are you deaf. On the floor with your hands on your head."
Logan sighed in annoyance before getting up. He brushed off the black fur on his chest, and looked to the thief. "No. I'm not. Why the hell would I listen to you?"
The procyonid growled. "Are you fucking stupid!? I have a gun! I'm going to KILL YOU if you don't!" Ben gestured to Logan to get down, which was, you guessed it, ignored.
"Go ahead then. Kill me." He took two steps forwards. The raccoon's hand was shaking. "You have two options here. Either you kill me and go to jail for the rest of your life if you even have the balls to pull that trigger, or you drop the gun and kick it over to me. Of course you could take option three. Do nothing until I reach you, which will be met with a massive ass kicking. So make your choice." Logan began walking towards him. His hand was shaking even more now. It was hard for him to even point it at the approaching fox who showed absolutely no fear.
"S-STAY BACK! I'M WARNING YOU! NOT ONE MORE STEP!"
This too was ignored, and within a few seconds, the window of time was over. Logan knocked the gun out of his hand with his immense Zoroark strength, before he delivered on what he said. He grabbed the wrist of the hand that had been holding the gun with his left, and then punched the elbow of said arm with his right. The elbow massively bent the wrong way as a loud crack resounded, as well as a scream of pain. The same was then done to the other arm, and then Logan kicked the knee of the would be criminal, which also broke and bent the wrong way. This caused the raccoon to fall on his back as he continued to scream in pain. Logan wasn't done yet. He knelt on the attempted criminal's chest and began to punch him in the face, over, and over, and over. He was holding back enough to not instantly kill him, but not enough to not cause severe damage. Teeth were knocked out, both eyes were blackened, and a major concussion was dealt. Before Logan literally beat him to death, he was tackled off by Ben.
"HE'S HAD ENOUGH! STOP! PLEASE!" Logan rolled his eyes before pushing Ben off of him and standing up like nothing had happened. Like his hands weren't absolutely coated in blood. Ben quickly elected to head to their room before anyone could recover from their shock. He found their room, opened it with the keycard, and shoved Logan in as hard as he could. He stumbled a bit, but said nothing. It was hard to make Ben snap, but everyone had their limits, and what Logan had just done had crossed the line. Ben had a number of very loud choice words for Logan after that. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!? YOU NEARLY KILLED HIM!"
Logan was not phased one bit. "I just wish I had. He was a threat."
"NO! HE WASN'T! YOU GOT THE GUN AWAY FROM HIM! HE WAS HARMLESS AND YOU NEARLY BEAT HIM TO DEATH! YOU SICK BASTARD!" Ben opened his mouth to continue screaming, but he took a breath to calm down a bit. He was still fuming, and his voice was still loud, but it wasn't screaming anymore. "What you did was incredibly cruel, and also incredibly stupid! What if he had shot you!? You weren't using your illusions were you!" This time it was Ben's turn to state a question as a fact. "You could've died!" Logan crossed his arms and turned away with a huff. Again, he was not impressed in the slightest. "What is wrong with you!? Why don't you care!?" He was met with silence. "Answer me!"
Logan turned his head enough so that Ben could see his left eye. Ben would remember the next words spoken for the rest of his life, and for all the wrong reasons. Without any sarcasm, disdain, any emotion at all, Logan said, "I wanna die."
