Logan woke up to quite the racket, cracking open his eyes, his vision focused as he realized he wasn't in his bed...not even his bedroom! "What the hell?" Logan stood up and saw he was in some grimy alleyway with a snoring bum. Sneering at the unkempt commoner, he stomped out onto the sidewalk shouting: "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
That got quite a few stares, but nobody was as shocked as the young prince himself. What was this place? There were buildings that towered into the sky made of some unknown metal...taller than even his palace!
There were dozens of people walking around talking into strange rectangles they held to their cheeks...or tapping at them in their hands. There were loud honking noises and strange 'horseless carriages' carrying people down the streets.
It was all quite an overload for the 19 year old who hailed from a far less crowded and noisy and technologically advanced place.
Clamping his hands over his ears, he quickly rushed down the sidewalk..only to bump into someone. "Oof! Watch where you're going!! Damn cosplayers..." The man grumbled in reference to Logan's strange attire.
Logan scowled, he wouldn't be talked to like that by ANYONE...but he needed information. The man hmphed and wandered up to a apartment nearby...unaware Logan was following him.
The man had disrespected Logan, and he had chosen him as his source of information. When the man opened the front door, Logan made sure no one was looking, and shrank him on his doorstep.
The poor individual looked around in confusion as a shadow engulfed him and he was brought to that cosplay brat's enormous face! Immediately, he began to scream..unable to understand what had happened.
Logan sneered, "Listen up, peasant! Is anyone else here?"
The man whimpered but didn't answer...Logan tightened his grip around him. "I asked you a question!"
"M-My son...." The man answered. Logan's eyes flashed with cruel joy, "Excellent, I'll have leverage over you then."
Logan wandered inside and shut the front door behind him. A young teen looked up from the couch and his eyes widened, "Who the hell are y-" He never completed that sentence, as Logan shrank him too.
Plucking the confused youth up into his hands, Logan sat down on the couch..now with his two prisoners in his fists.
"I've got some questions for you specks! If you refuse to answer...I'll kill the one across from you." Logan brought the duo up to his narrowed eyes, "And I'll make the other one watch."
Placing them both on the coffee table in front of the couch, Logan unbuttoned his jacket and tossed it aside..leaving him in a pitstained white dress shirt...which he peeled away to reveal his slim muscled torso.
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