"Mom! Make her stop!" Thirteen-year-old Logan raised the game control above his head, out of the grabbing hands of a 12-year-old Corrie. "Logan, give it to me right now!" She dove for it but he pulled it back farther, making Corrie lose her balance and land in his lap. With wide eyes, Logan accidentally lowered the controller and Corrie took her chance. She grabbed it and scrambled up.
Rhea and Starlight went into fits of laughter while their parents rolled their eyes, arms crossed over their chest.
"Coriander! Give it back!" Logan jumped over the couch and chased her. Corrie snickered and ran faster, leaping over furniture and toys. Grayson, Corrie's little brother, clapped his hands. Starfire grinned and Robin laughed.
"Rhea, help me!" Rhea chuckled, enjoying the game as much as the parents. "Sorry, Logan, this is too fun to watch." Logan glared and made a grab for the back of Corrie's shirt. "Damn," he mumbled. Starlight held back a hoot of laughter at the rage on Raven's face.
"Logan." He blinked and watched his mother. Oh, how he hated that look. The look that was so cold and calm and scared people to death. She used it on his father all the time and always got what she wanted.
Corrie unexpectedly stopped and Logan ran into her, knocking them both down.
"What was that for?" He growled, irritated.
Corrie glanced behind her, then at the window, where gray clouds gathered. It had been a sunny day, and then had suddenly changed. The sea crashed against each other in mad waves and the wind screamed against the tower. Logan lifted up and watched her, eyebrows drawn together. "Corrie," he asked softly, "what is it?" Her green eyes were filled with an emotion he had never seen before on her. Fear.
Starlight and Rhea ran towards the kids, but a force drove them back. Grayson screamed, and his mother picked him up and Robin held them close to him and screamed for Corrie to get up and run to them. Cyborg ran in, but was thrown back into the hallway.
The window that the kids had fallen in front of busted open, glass spraying the two. Logan leaned over Corrie without thinking, protecting her from flying glass. He heard his parents screaming in the background, but it was faint, like an echo bouncing off mountains. Then, all was silent except Corrie and his own ragged breathing. He felt her shake and leaned back. He sat back, breathing deeply and noticed the small cuts on his arms that dripped blood, but for some reason, he was more worried about Corrie, and he detested it.
She lifted up, her dark hair covering her face. She sat up on her knees and threw her hair back, looking around. He noticed the long gash across her cheek. He turned her head and studied it and wanted to pull back, but didn't.
Corrie blinked, watching his eyes. "Logan..."
His eyes cut up to her face. "What?" He asked with annoyance, though all he felt was worry that he buried under the irritation.
"Were not in the tower anymore." She glared at his tone of voice, eyes narrowed dangerously. He glanced around. It was true. Wherever they were, it was black. Every thing was black, no furniture, no windows, nothing except Corrie and him. It seemed as if a light was shown on them, and only them. Logan stood up, glaring.
"Whose there? And what do you want. Why are you here?" Someone laughed and Logan turned trying to find it, but to no avail.
"Why, my young man, I want you and Corrie of course."
Corrie stood up next to Logan, as tall as he was, and glared, her eyes glowing a bright green, as well as her hands. Logan blinked. Corrie rarely ever used her powers unless someone was in danger or there was danger.
The person laughed again. "My, my, Coriander, you are your mothers daughter. Same personality, same anger, same beautiful face as your mother." Logan gave a low animal growl. The man laughed at Logan's anger.
"You must be Raven's son. I can tell. You have your father's weakness when it comes to protecting the one you love. He was to pathetic to save anyone but himself." Logan would have lunged at the man, though he had no idea where he was. Corrie held out an arm, blocking Logan. "My father was not weak. And neither am I." The man laughed again. "Is that why you need a mere wench to protect you? Why, she has more muscle and strength that you, though that might be because of her mother."
Corrie's eyes narrowed. "How do you know me or my mother?" Footsteps. And they were getting closer with every breath Logan took. He glanced at Corrie, who had the same expression of anger, though her breathing was deep and shallow, showing her terror.
"Because, my dear," a hand reached out and wrapped around her neck with a bruising force. Where his finger touched the skin, it felt like fire, the heat almost unbearable, and she couldn't breath. Logan watched in horror as the hands squeezed tighter around her neck. He wanted to help, to stop the man, but his young mind froze in fear, cutting off any hope for saving her. Oh God, I can't save her. Is this man who can't even show his face right? That I am weak?
"I know everything about you. I've been watching."