08-08-2005, 02:42 AM
It seemed like eons had passed to him, as if an enternity had come and gone while he waited for the seemingly inevitable beating that the thing before him was about to unleash. In truth, mere seconds had barely passed after his last words had escaped his lips. It wasn't that he was anxious about what was to come. The remarkable speed and efficiency of his healing factor allowed him to survive and quickly recover from the worst any being had to offer. He had endured pain before, and he would endure this. Nor did he fear the growing crowd whose hostilities were all directed towards him. Throughout his entire life he had never encountered a being who was capable of invoking fear withing him, save for one. And despite the power and growing anger of the individuals withing the gathering mob, he knew that none of them even began to compare with that devil. No, it wasn't anxiety or fear that boiled inside him, but impatience.
While he stood and waited for them to enact their revenge for his reckless actions, time was slipping away; time that would be better directed at ending this mission and returning to his home, and his brother. He had wasted enough of it already and could ill afford to squander any more of it on this foolish squabble.
He looked to the corner of his eyes, directing his gaze at Danny as he encouraged Ben to quickly administer the beating so they could continue. He looked back at the Thing, preparing to say something in response, but he never even got the chance to open his mouth.
Words that were not his own were bellowed into the air, as if their very purpose was to reach the far ends of the cosmos. But it wasn't the massive volume of the voice that drew him, it was the pain that radiated within it. The words were full of a sadness, a despair that seemed so powerful that it threatened to engulf whomever they possessed. Yet for each ounce of suffering that came forth there seemed to be an equally great anger that matched it, fueled it, and drove it so that its rage may be know to all. He had identified the voice immediately, for it was one he had been watching the moment he became aware of its presence. It was that of Victoria's. She was in an unbearable amount of distress, and if it had anything to do with demon her appearance mirrored, he had to be there to stop it. Any uncertainties that still lingered within the telekentic had instantly vanished and replaced with a stern determination that flowed into his core.
"Well now, you can either indulge your petty vengenance and foolishly waste more time on me, or you can let me pass so we can tend to whatever is ailing Ms. Victoria."
He had already begun moving forward with increasing stride to pass the Thing and push through the crowd before the words had left his lips. He knew that doing so gave his would be agressor a clear advantage, allowing Ben to hit him while his back was turned, but such a detail did not hold any merit in Logan's mind. His only present concern was finding Ms. Essex and making sure that the taint of the devil had not followed them here.
While he stood and waited for them to enact their revenge for his reckless actions, time was slipping away; time that would be better directed at ending this mission and returning to his home, and his brother. He had wasted enough of it already and could ill afford to squander any more of it on this foolish squabble.
He looked to the corner of his eyes, directing his gaze at Danny as he encouraged Ben to quickly administer the beating so they could continue. He looked back at the Thing, preparing to say something in response, but he never even got the chance to open his mouth.
Words that were not his own were bellowed into the air, as if their very purpose was to reach the far ends of the cosmos. But it wasn't the massive volume of the voice that drew him, it was the pain that radiated within it. The words were full of a sadness, a despair that seemed so powerful that it threatened to engulf whomever they possessed. Yet for each ounce of suffering that came forth there seemed to be an equally great anger that matched it, fueled it, and drove it so that its rage may be know to all. He had identified the voice immediately, for it was one he had been watching the moment he became aware of its presence. It was that of Victoria's. She was in an unbearable amount of distress, and if it had anything to do with demon her appearance mirrored, he had to be there to stop it. Any uncertainties that still lingered within the telekentic had instantly vanished and replaced with a stern determination that flowed into his core.
"Well now, you can either indulge your petty vengenance and foolishly waste more time on me, or you can let me pass so we can tend to whatever is ailing Ms. Victoria."
He had already begun moving forward with increasing stride to pass the Thing and push through the crowd before the words had left his lips. He knew that doing so gave his would be agressor a clear advantage, allowing Ben to hit him while his back was turned, but such a detail did not hold any merit in Logan's mind. His only present concern was finding Ms. Essex and making sure that the taint of the devil had not followed them here.