Snippet #1153249

Logan watched the fire dance in the darkness as the others discussed what to do next. The way that Faustus had stared at him before was rather frightening, but he decided to shrug it off. As he watched the fire a strange feeling began to brew within him. He heard screams in his head, begging for someone, anyone to save them. He saw sparks fly from the top of the fire, and he saw pieces of a building begin to fall. He watched as the fire seemed to breath in rhythm with his own breath as the memories came flooding back to him. He had only been a child, but was that really any excuse? His dad hadn't hidden those matches very well, but that was still a terrible excuse. On the other hand, he had thought the building was empty. Most people had already left their houses, why should anyone have been there. As the realization that he had killed those people hit him like a train, (it was a memory he had shoved back in his mind) he felt his sanity begin to snap. The only reason he didn't attack the others right then was because he saw Angel begin to leave. He was snapped out of his thoughts at that moment, as he felt a strong urge to protect her. After how close she had been to death before, he wanted to make sure she wasn't harmed. Yet something held him back. It was almost as though it was not his destiny (not that he believed such a thing existed) and decided to watch Faust as well as he could in the pitch black. "Pretty dark tonight huh?"