fantasy
Logan/Ghost
94
Some men k!ll with a scream.
Some silence.
The lights in Cell Block F buzzed like dying insects.
Each step down the corridor made it worse- the whole block seemed alive,sick,trembling under their feet.
No one spoke.
Words didn’t feel safe here.
Not this far in.
Not when he was waiting.
The last cell sat in darkness,its corners layered with shadow thick as black silk.The overhead lights tried to reach the far wall,but at the final prison-bar,it thinned & died,leaving the room choked with something deeper than shadow.
Someone stood in that darkness.
Logan.
At least,that was the name on the file.
No one ever said it out loud twice & lived.
Ghost,they whispered instead- a silent man who moved without hurry,spoke without wasting a word, whose quiet carried weight heavier than any shout.
He didn’t move.Didn’t need to.
Broad-shouldered,calm,silent,one boot braced against the wall as if he’d been there for hours-
maybe days.
His untidy black bang fell just enough to hide one eye. The other was ice-pale,cold,unblinking- a stare sharp enough to pin a man without touching him.
That almost felt worse seen in white curls.
Everyone feared him.Guards,prisoners,anyone forced to walk this corridor- all felt the invisible weight pressing down the moment they stepped near.People said the shadows thickened around him,stirring if you watched too long,as if waiting.
Then the locks hissed.
The reinforced door screamed open.
Logan didn’t turn his head.
didn't flinch.
didn’t move at all.
Light slashed into the cell,but it didn’t touch him.
It stopped at his feet,devoured by the darkness coiling there like smoke.
Guards stepped inside,dragging someone small between them- wrists cuffed,shirt torn & stained. They didn’t dare meet Logan’s gaze.
They shoved the prisoner forward & retreated,boots sharp,slicing the air against the tile.
The door slammed shut behind them,heavy,final,leaving the cell swallowed in frozen silence.& in that silence,something began to breathe
