Okay. I am so sorry this has taken so long. I honestly have been very busy
with school and am having the worst writer's block ever! AH! If you have
suggestions on a direction or something, FEEL FREE! All suggestions will be
taken into deep consideration! Thank you!
The wind wiped and howled around Logan. The night dark was thick with fog. The bike roared in protest of the high speed it was barely able to hold. Something troubled Logan. Something was wrong and seriously. It could just be his imagination, over exhaustion and nerves all ganging up at once, but he didn't think so.
The air smelled of madness and mayhem. It got stronger as he got closer to the school. Entering the gate Logan knew something had gone on. A huge chunk of cement was missing from the balcony that ran the length of the school, the debris looked as though it had been thrown away from the door. But, it was where the cement was missing that distressed Logan most.
"Maire!" Logan jumped from the bike and ran the courtyard to the institution. He only heard a muffle thump from the bike falling. Bounding through the door He screamed for the professor.
Walking through the whole institution Logan yelled out random names. Not a sounded uttered in response. Only the echo of his desperation answered his calls. The back courtyards were void of personage and the rooms were just as abandoned as the sitting room and courtyards. His final passions was tossed out when his thorough search of all training areas and escape bays showed fruitless.
"What happened! Where are they!" Temper searing Logan could do nothing but fall to his knees in defeat. A characteristic so not-Logan-like that even he was shocked. Maire's room, which is where he sat, smelled strongly of her perfume and natural scents. They were light and almost exotic. The smells were familiar and, under different circumstances would have been welcoming. But now, were only a sign of what he had lost. His weakness had lost him what he most desired. He had not a clue as to how to find what was lost to him . . .except.
"Her scent." Logan took one long inhale through his nose. "I will find you. I swear I will."
This is me being so incredibly unsure of what to write now! AHAHAH! PLEASE! Suggestions wanted! Put them in your review or feel free to e- me at Loving_Goddess14@hotmail.com! Thanks much! I know its incrdibly short but its all I have!
The wind wiped and howled around Logan. The night dark was thick with fog. The bike roared in protest of the high speed it was barely able to hold. Something troubled Logan. Something was wrong and seriously. It could just be his imagination, over exhaustion and nerves all ganging up at once, but he didn't think so.
The air smelled of madness and mayhem. It got stronger as he got closer to the school. Entering the gate Logan knew something had gone on. A huge chunk of cement was missing from the balcony that ran the length of the school, the debris looked as though it had been thrown away from the door. But, it was where the cement was missing that distressed Logan most.
"Maire!" Logan jumped from the bike and ran the courtyard to the institution. He only heard a muffle thump from the bike falling. Bounding through the door He screamed for the professor.
Walking through the whole institution Logan yelled out random names. Not a sounded uttered in response. Only the echo of his desperation answered his calls. The back courtyards were void of personage and the rooms were just as abandoned as the sitting room and courtyards. His final passions was tossed out when his thorough search of all training areas and escape bays showed fruitless.
"What happened! Where are they!" Temper searing Logan could do nothing but fall to his knees in defeat. A characteristic so not-Logan-like that even he was shocked. Maire's room, which is where he sat, smelled strongly of her perfume and natural scents. They were light and almost exotic. The smells were familiar and, under different circumstances would have been welcoming. But now, were only a sign of what he had lost. His weakness had lost him what he most desired. He had not a clue as to how to find what was lost to him . . .except.
"Her scent." Logan took one long inhale through his nose. "I will find you. I swear I will."
This is me being so incredibly unsure of what to write now! AHAHAH! PLEASE! Suggestions wanted! Put them in your review or feel free to e- me at Loving_Goddess14@hotmail.com! Thanks much! I know its incrdibly short but its all I have!