Under the flickering light of a tunnel, a once luxurious subway that had now lost its fame to the disastrous page of Moorloch, two individuals made hasty steps on the white tiled floor.
Logan whose eyes shone with vigilance seemed to have an idea of where he was going, although he walked into the straight never never-ending path.
When Acer realized the journey was becoming almost lifeless, he decided to stroke in a conversation,
"I've decided on a name... since it's compulsory - I guess."
"Oh!" Logan glanced at him within a split second. His gaze was humble and polite, though not friendly, just enough to liven a stranger,
"I might have formed one in my head already. But it's alright."
A silence began to hum again, but it didn't last as the man continued, "So what's it?"
"Race!"
Acer scratched his head. Mostly because he knew there was also a relevant point he'd missed.
And soon enough, Logan picked up those exact problems, "And where's the number."
"I thought that one would be more complicated than it seems - I don't really have an idea about all of this."
"Humm."
Logan's nonchalant reply almost sparked a frown on Acer's face. But after gazing at the latter's facial display, he realized he must have been disturbing the man's concentration.
And doming the once silent subway with a mash-up of his voice.
"Race - what inspired it?"
Logan's countenance seemed to have changed, his keen gaze shifting from the darkness ahead to him.
"Haha!" A nervous laugh schemed from Acer, its volume a shocking loudness that reverberated through the subway,
"It's still my name...but with R in the beginning."
"Oh...kay! I thought it must have meant something else."
Acer simply nodded, ruffling his palms over his hair which had quickly become tacky.
To have been busy all through the last night, and into the morning, without a bath or food, he could swear this was a reminiscent of his younger life.
Where he wandered in the Moorloch's flurry streets, mostly hungry and unkempt during those periods.
Soon Logan stopped in his tracks, dazing into an alley-like adjoint in the subway.
The light was completely dim in this station, body outlines being the only thing one could make out of the darkness.
Then he plopped his palms forward, instantly spawning a ball of green flames over his palm.
The fiery ball had quickly become the source of light for the station, embalming its green hues into the darkness.
Simultaneously, a shadow fleeted across the light, a curvature of invisibility trailing behind it.
And all at that moment, Acer had to remain calm - even though shrouded in a serene darkness fleeting with shadows.
"Phil! I need a talk."
Acer gazed at Logan with pale confusion, but before he could alter any response, a figure formed in front of both lads, his eyes reflecting the flame.
"Chad, I was going to tease this little guy. He looks scared out of his skin."
Acet almost had a heart attack, pushed aback by the sudden appearance of the lad like they were in a horror movie.
He was fidgeting at a common glimpse of the man who stood almost at the same height as Logan - even more repulsive in a clothes of metallic case simple design.
"Where are the others."
"You called me! I'm here. So what?" Phil asked, his hands rubbing on his flattened beard with his gaze fixed on the man.
"But first!" Phil quickly intercepted, this time his gaze narrowed at Acer. But unfortunately, the boy couldn't make out the man's countenance,
"Who's this kid? He doesn't look like he's from here."
"Yeah! He's one of those Moorloch students..."
"Thought you were there only for that filthy mission about them?" Phil laughed and decided to stand beside the man, quickly crossing his arms over his shoulders, "so why'd you kidnap the kid?"
After those words, it was a mix of emotions among the three.
Phil seemed indifferent, only wanting to strike up a chat with his mate. And Logan just frowned, his eyes rolling at how his friend could be unintelligent at times.
As for Acer, he gazed at both met, slightly dazzled by their familiarity and mutual correspondence.
But after Phil's last words, he ended up in a lace of thoughts.
'Logan was in the forest because of them...and Phil considers it filthy.'
'B-but he didn't do anything all through the night... Or is it something about this bottle.'
Acer stared at the item that had been dangling under Logan's belt all through the morning.
Still, he couldn't figure out any tie the man had with Moorloch Grand Academy, except his traitorous alliance with the Luxol, all in the name of 'work'.
When his attention fondled back to the station, he realized both men were sharing a rather passionate stare.
Eyes locked in direct contact.
"Please!" Logan's voice was soft and horny - begging for something amidst their stare.
They'd even ignored Acer like he wasn't there, blind to his gawky gaze.
"Okay!" Phil finally loosened up, breaking the eye contact as stepped forward, "But this is the last time."
As Phil disappeared into the shadows, Logan was left drowning in a conspicuous smile, his eyes blaring into the darkness.
And for some reason, Acer felt weird about the two men, haunted by the funny stare they'd shared, and the smile that leaned on Logan's face.
In under a minute, Phil returned, but this time with a younger man trailing behind him.
The lad looked at his late twenties, unlike both men who ranged somewhere in their forties.
He didn't share a stare with Logan for a mere second, and for some reason, he seemed vexed by the mere sighting of the man.
"Still the Luxol's borders?" The demeanor was brisk and sharp, cutting through the air at a frightening pace.
Logan nodded still. Gazing at the young man with mutual disgust, and even worse, partially exuding the purple fume that usually twirled around him.
Swiftly, the fine young man resorted to what he had been called for, quickly conjuring a crack that tore the air.
The thin crack had quickly exploded into a spherical opening, the other side a vibrant color of cloudy blue sky and green lush trees.
A ravaging wind unfortunately summed up from the cast, irking their skin with a cold blow while he tried to pull in their clothes, and even putting off the flames that burned on Logan's palms.
"Phil, thanks!" The three other men saw the passion that burned in Logan's eyes while he spewed those words.
Phil however, simply wore a smile, his eyes glued on his mate.
Logan turned his gaze to Acer, his smile face vastly overridden with a serious one, "Go on! I'm behind you."
Acer nodded and jumped into the portal in front of them, soon followed by Logan.
The portal cracked out of sight the next second, and two figures now stood in the darkness.
One, of the young men, and the other, Phil.
"Don't ever beg me to offer transport to that traitor ever again. He's out of the resistance and it should remain like that."
After which, a silence paved its way into the station. Leaving it completely obscured from any living being.