Emma quickly brushed past the suave dark figure, eager to search the hall for the door that held Logan behind it. She knew, after the march to the cafeteria, that each door held a number that correlated to the black tattoo that each resident carried. So, with a strong sense of determination, and the flickering lighter light going on and off, on and off, Emma knew she had to confront the boy she loved, and the man he became.
"You don't want to do that." Jason said, stepping away from the wall and trailing behind Emma. "I told you he is not safe."
"No!" Emma cried, turning around to stare at the dark outline of Jason. With a hushed voice Emma stared hard at the shadow, "You don't know him. You can't know him like I do."
Jason shifted his wait to his left foot, and looked down at the lighter. "You're wrong. He's not who he was before, the look in his eyes, and the feel of his mind... it's all wrong in there." Jason drew closer to Emma, speaking in an even quieter and more urgent tone than before. "He's not like the rest of us."
"Us?" Emma scoffed. "I've been around one day and I already know you're not apart of anything but yourself." Turning away, Emma found two metal doors leading down another hallway. Jason's hand grasped her arm as she tried to push through the doors.
"Stop."
Light began to leak in from the next hallway, a soft yellow glow from a headlight hanging in the middle of the hallway just beyond the double doors. Emma looked at Jason, now having enough light to see the bags under his eyes, and the way they squinted at Emma in the newly lit area.
"Never mind." He said, dropping his hand and stepping away. He gave a little shrug and headed for the opposite end of the hallway where the cafeteria was.
The curiosity got to Emma. "Where are you going?"
"I'm hungry." He said, tossing the cafeteria doors open and disappearing behind the doors' swing squeaks.
Whatever, Emma thought, finding herself standing in front of a door with a large six in the top left corner. To keep her mind off of the nervousness, Emma set her mind to opening the door, and quickly found the spot to push. The door made a few clicking sounds, then, slowly, it pulled away from the left side of the wall and slid into the right.
Taking a deep breath, Emma stepped onto a plush red carpeted room, and saw the large figure of Logan under a single white sheet.
"Logan." She whispered, stepping gingerly towards the bed.
Logan's eyes bolted open and he jumped out of the bed, landing on the opposite side of Emma, wearing a tight white shirt and navy blue sweats. "Get out." He said, eyes wild, and blond hair sticking up from his pillow.
Emma took another step towards him, careful to move slowly. "It's me, Logan. It's Emma."
"Emma?" Logan looked like a frightened animal, his cobalt eyes darting around the room. He looked back at Emma, and the posture she had seen in the cafeteria came back. Logan stood up straight, eyes growing more distant, and arms folded behind his back. "Get out." He said again, his voice harsh and cold.
Emma thought to take another step towards him but faltered back instead, shocked by the coarseness of his voice. "But it's me... Emma. I love you."
Logan placed a hand on his bed and hurdled over the bed, landing right in front of Emma, a mocking smile pulling at the side of his mouth. "Love?" He said, tilting his head to the side. "There is no love here, pet." With a feeling of hurt, Emma reached out to Logan, but he quickly caught her wrist in his hand, the smirk fading into a scowl. "Now get out." He said, tossing Emma out the door and into the opposing wall.
Emma looked up in shock as the door slid back into its place, hiding Logan's smirk once again.
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