The Adventures of Logan

 

The Adventures of Logan

Prologue:

Logan was a normal girl like everyone else. Yes, a girl. Her mother died when she was less than a day old from complications. Her father Troy, barely an adult himself, chose the name Logan because Wolverine was one of his favorite movie characters. (It was also one of his wife’s favorite movies. Troy was a sentimental kind of a guy but didn’t like to show it.) Logan was a normal girl.

Logan thrived in school, went to a University, graduated with honors and moved back home. With a degree in Journalism, she knew her choices for jobs right out of college were slim to none and began looking for a full-time job that could give her that “real world” experience everyone kept talking about. And so Logan got a job as a recruiter.

After two years, Logan was feeling the itch to move on from her “big kid” job. And that’s when it all started to change.

 

Chapter One: Rain Is A Good Thing

Four o’clock. The worst time of day for any 9 to 5 worker. One hour til freedom. One hour of servitude left. Logan sat at her desk trying to seem like she was still working as hard as she had been at 2, but in reality she hadn’t worked that hard at 2. If her boss would leave, she could wait around for a little bit more and leave just early enough to miss most of the weekend traffic. Although, she thought, that was part of the fun of driving home. It was like human Tetris and she loved to beat the game.

     Logan was doodling on her notebook about the concert she had just been to the weekend before, thinking about sending her work in to a website online that featured local events. She had been sending in her work more frequently as her best friend’s uncle’s stepdaughter was one of the editors. “Gotta love connections…” she murmured.

     Logan really wanted to leave work because for the first time tonight she was allowing herself to be set up on a date. Her dating life wasn’t dead per se, but its heartbeat was close to flat lining. Her best friend, Nina, had finally convinced Logan to start being set up and she had finally caved and agreed to drinks and the potential for dinner.

Like most girls who have their minds preoccupied with thoughts of an upcoming date, Logan didn’t check the weather that morning. She also didn’t check it at lunch. She didn’t even bother to look outside in fact. This is important.

After closing down her computer in the slowest way possible, Logan shoved her computer in her bag, grabbed her coat, and was out the office door by 4:57. Into the elevator she went, tapping her foot to some internal beat.

CRACK! The sky is illuminated with lightning as she walks out the front door right into the torrential downpour that had been taking place for the last hour. Frozen, not helping the matter, she glances down to realize that her shirt is almost completely see-thru almost immediately. “Classic.”