For what seemed like a daze into Logan's cold blue eyes, Acer sprang up from a soft base, now seeing himself in a fair room lit with white bulbs on a high ceiling.
Soon he realized he was sitting on a grand-style bed with red mattress, layered with peach cushions.
Unfortunately, restricted to the artificial lighting of the room - not holding even a small window for natural lighting, Acer could figure out anything other than where he sat.
There was only a small sofa and a glass table at the center, holding a flower vase and a tray filled with stale bread and butter... leaving the rest of the room in a pool of Art and Figurines.
"I was injured... Wasn't I?"
For some reason, all the pain he experienced...as far as he knew it, a while ago, was gone.
He finally gazed at the area where the protrusion was made, and realized his belly was wrapped in a white aid of bandages.
But still, he felt no pain. Just a warm tingling within his nerves.
To have passed out in the middle of a heart wearing battle, and then be awakened in a calm environment... a total depiction of peace.
It was heart warming.
His injury had been skillfully handled, all through maybe hours...or days. But still, his condition seemed to have been beastly prepared.
Then amidst his uncalled muttering, skewed from by his perfectly healed system, and the somewhat playful atmosphere of the room, the pale white door of the room creaked open.
Logan stepped into it with an excited gaze.
His cheeks were spread high, and even yet, Acer couldn't get himself to smile back at the man.
"Lo-Logan? What happened."
Acer was stunned by the repulsive state of the man.
His face were wrinkled than usual - obviously due to stress, accompanied with the eye bags that formed under his sleepy sour eyes.
To his right arms, a bandage draped over his shoulders to his under-elbows, further scary with his joint that seemed to squeak with every movement he made.
"You don't look alright!"
By this time, Logan sat beside the young lad, gazing at his face with a funny smile.
"Did you even realize you're in a new set of clothes?"
Acer nodded at the clothes he was adorned in, though he noticed them as soon as he woke up.
It was a soft and heavy brown coat, underneath which a black shirt covered his bandaged stomach. His trousers, a perfect match for the black shirt was slightly loose from his skin, allowing for a comfortable feeling and mobility.
"They're stunning. - B...but I asked a question. What happened after I... I passed out."
Logan's brows furrowed once he found out the lad thought he passed out. But he couldn't launder in it for long, after all, it was a good thing that he didn't first had to start explaining why he killed him.
And as for what happened after transporting 'dead' Acer into his spatial plane... The outcome swiftly receded into a pursuit.
And without Acer as a burden, and the Corruptor utilized to the maximum potential he could muster, he easily outran the armies.
"Yeah! The wound made you pass out during the fight..."
Logan summarized the whole event with a few sentence, ignoring Acer's unsatisfied grim entirely,
"... And you've been out for a day now. Also, I had to buy this! You must be hungry."
Logan handed the tray of dark brown bread and bright yellow butter to Acer.
The boy received it with a weird stare, almost as if he wanted to reject the food, unfortunately though, his stomach was rumbling with mighty fury as sight of the food.
"Ehm? Logan, y-you're still... You know, the purple -"
"Oh yeah! Just get filled... then be ready to do some work."
Acer who had been spreading the butter over his bread paused, gazing at the man's stoic demeanor.
"I thought you came with me to take this ability away from me?!"
"I would have already threw it to you since... But I still ain't sure if you can handle it."
Acer basically turned numb at those moment, unblinking at his gaze with Logan - a smile slowly showing over his face.
"You're even excited already."
Logan stood up from the bed and walked put of the room.
All through he still tried to maintain his fine smile, though he felt a sadness somewhere in his heart.
As he stunted into a narrow passage with a couple of doors at its side, and an opening at the front, Logan could almost feel the tears drawing out of his eyes.
He was a damaged mess at his state, barely able to move as his muscles were completely worn out.
The doctor who healed Acer had also recommended he took an equally good rest. Especially when he still exuded such blasphemous energy even when he didn't want to.
It have been only a day after their incident with the Luxol, and for him to have been reminded of what could happen when he used this ability to the max, he just wanted to give it out and return to his normal life.
Tears leaked from his eyes immediately. Maybe it was sadness...but he was sure it was also stirred from a bit of happiness.
For ten years, his life had been in an hiatus from the chaos he always ensued with the Corruptor Ability of his.
His daughter had sworn to never come near him as far as he possessed that ability.
Their relationship were sour and a continuous reminder of how much he wanted to get rid of the ability... And even he knew certain things that pushed him into his decision.
That same reason was why his transgressor - and probably all the others involved with the Corruptor ability chose to transfer it.
Logan finally stepped into a wide square room with an arrangement of sofas and a wider glass table at the center. It was equally well lit and artistic, the wall painted into a fine gradient of white and brown.
Beside the wall of the passage Logan came through, a vertical arrangement of three small buttons fixed on it, though almost buried in the dazzling amalgamation of the room.
Barely before he sat on a chair, Acer appeared in the room, looking as a clean teenager with rose cheeks.
"I'm done! Let's start."