Hooded Vigilante
"Logan," A voice called out of the darkness in a singsongy voice. Logan held his breath, something he was really good at.
"Come out and play!"
Footsteps
"Oh please, don't make this hard," The voice was getting closer. Logan mentally wacked himself for letting himself get cornered by a hooded figure that was extremely creepy. He was like a super bad version of the grim reaper
Footsteps
"Oh God, please no," Logan prayed silently. The footsteps were getting closer by the secon.
Footsteps
"Please Logan, don't make this hard for me. I've known you for a while and I know how you are, where you want to hide or go, how you and what you think. I'm inside your head," They voice sounded familiar but Logan couldn't place it.
Footsteps
"No, you aren't," Logan wanted to say but kept it in.
Footsteps
They where behind and infront. Logan about had a heart attack. The footsteps where walking around him, in circles.
"I can smell you," The voice was so familiar.
A hand was laid on his shoulder.
"What do you want?" Logan froze, barely able to get those words out.
"I don't need you, I already have you," The voice was right beside his head now.
Logan turned around and looked. The hooded figure took the hood down.
"It's, It's You?"