Night.
The Moon was full and shined so brightly, it was hard to fall asleep when the rays flashed to the room. Outside, it was freezing. It had been snowing all day but then everything has frozen. You could say by the look from the window there is going to be another day filled with car accidents and injured people, mostly broken limbs, some homeless people frozen to death and lot of damage to electricity.
But inside, it was warm. Well, warm enough to survive. But sitting next to the fire place, he couldn´t complain about coldness. Hot as it was, it seemed to be a pefect place to sleep, but his thoughts kept him awake. He again had that nightmare the previous night and was now fully aware of what it meant.
He held a cup of tea in his right hand, and an old and heavy book in the left. There were lots of crumpled papers all over the floor. He has been staring into the fire since he realized the truth.
Above the fireplace hung a portet of his death mother. She was really beautiful, and he inherited her looks. With his black, curly and heavy hair, very similar to his mother´s, and his athletic, tall figure he was a handsome boy. But with a closer look into his eyes one could say he was a really complicated and thoughtful young man. He has never admired what his peers have. Since childhood, he was not interested in materialistic, but both artistic and spiritual hobbies.
Logan was his name. He was the son of a rich businessman, but his job was a part of his hidden identity. His mother died when he was just a baby, and his father soon remarried. Now he had three stepsisters. Apart from their mother, all three of them were nice and friendly.
About five o´clock in the morning he rosed from the floor and threw all those papers into the fire and went up the stairs to catch up with at least those five hours of sleep.
..........
When he woke up, it seemed like the end of the world has come. He knew there is no way how he could avoid his stepmother so he had given up trying a long time ago. He simply ignored her.
"I wish you cleaned up every time you use the fireplace," she started her complains. "What do you think, that I will do so? I am not your cleaner as you might have noticed."
He stared right past her through the opened window. What doesn´t kill me makes me stronger was his opinion. Maybe if he won´t look interested, she stops. But that was a big mistake; she got even more angry. She looked like a harpy from the greek mythology. Maybe she should stop getting all those plastic surgeries, he thought. She will soon look like a pitbull which has run into a wall. But maybe that is a offence, pitbulls are nice and she wasn´t.
He took his bag and walked out the front door without even a word to his family. He had no mood for that. There was a lot to do, a big research to do and he wasn´t about to go to school.
Once in a car, he looked in the back mirror. He could see their huge residence, which was built up on the hill, with a great view of the whole city in the valley. When a child he used to think how lucky he is to live in such a big and rich house. Now Logan didn´t feel any of that. But soon, too soon he and his sisters will be living there alone. His father and stepmother are moving away. Logan wondered whether his father wanted to get rid of the whole past and start a new life somewhere else.
In the town´s library they had loads of books of the town´s history, so he took out the ones that seemed suitable and was carrying them to a vacant table, when suddenly he stumbled on a someone´s leg and he fell down with all the books. Madness run up his spine;and he wanted to swear, but kept his mouth shut. He looked up to the person who made him fall and he was surprised to see a face of his father´s friend. He remembered the times when they used to be very close, but that was now just a history. It seemed to Logan that this friend of father´s hated father´s new wife as much as he had.
"Logan! What a surprise," echoed that man, whose name was Black.
"Mr. Black," he slowly replied, "it is a pleasure to see you again."
"My boy, how are you doing? You seem really good. I swear you look like your mother."
"Fine, thank you," smiled Logan and wanted to leave in peace, but mr. Black wanted something more and he could see it.
"You know, Logan, me and my wife and our daughter have moved here few years ago. But recent events are starting to worry me and I plead your very own father for help. He told me not to worry but he can´t help me. And as much as I hate that, I want to plead for your help."
Logan looked surprised. He could not answer, even when he knew what was about to be told. The darkness, again, grew much bigger. The past got him again.
"Yes, sir, I will help you," he promised.
