Who: Logan, [OPEN] What: Going outside/discovering his power Where: The beach When: Now Ratings: TBD, I'd say at least PG13 Warnings: Language. Always language with Logan.
Logan had been in this place all of a few hours and the world had decided to fall apart on him. His girlfriend didn't know who he was, no one knew who hurt her in the first place, and he found out there is no way off this damn island.
Logan left his room and headed out towards the beach.
When he got to the beach, he didn't know what he was going to do. He picked up a rock and threw it as far as he could out towards the horizon over the water. After watching it sail out, he stood there, stewing. As he got hotter...he noticed the world taking on more of a red hue. He looked down at his hands and they were burning...but it didn't hurt like the thought it would. He turned his hands over and looked at his palms. Wow they're red...
A ball of flame spewed from his palm.
What the hell? Logan moved backward and tripped over his feet as they got stuck in the sand. He started breathing heavy. After staring at his hands for well over 5 minutes, he stuck his hand out with his palm facing away from him, and thought about fire. A stream of flame, hotter than a flame thrower, erupted from his hand.
He stared at his hands. And to make things worse I am a fucking freak now.