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It was when the hairs on the back of his head stood that he knew the human had seen him.
He had been grabbing some buttons discarded on the kitchen counter, planning to make a little cart to use when he went on his longer runs. He had been examing the button when he realized that the sound of snoring from the human who lived here had stopped, and a figure in the doorway stood ominously. So, Logan knew what he had to do.
He didn’t waste any time to look back and confirm his suspicions, opting instead to make a break for the crack behind the toaster. The thud of footsteps shook the ground as the creature went towards him, and by the change of the wind, Logan knew that the human was reaching for him. He pumped his legs harder for a couple of steps before jumping forward, letting his knees scrape against the marble floor under him. He arched his back, sliding just in time, avoiding the colossal hand that swiped above him.
With his head arched back, he momentarily caught the eyes of the human looming above him, smirking at the frustrated expression the giant made. Quickly he continued, reaching behind the toaster just as it was lifted away.
Whatever, too slow anyway. Logan chuckled as he slipped through the crack, ignoring the gasp the human let out when it realized that Logan wasn’t trying to hide, but trying to escape. Once in the safety of the walls, Logan finally let himself rest, placing a hand on his pounding heart.
Logan was never one to shy away from tough situations like these. He had moved a lot in his 19 years of life, and had met practically every kind of human there was, good and bad (mostly bad, if he had to be honest). His experience gave him level-headedness in the midst of chaos, and he’d be lying if he didn’t say that he loved the adrenaline he got facing humans head-on. But the aftermath was always terrible.
He gasped as fear overtook him, forcing him to crouch down, trembling uncontrollably. He closed his eyes as the events of just seconds ago played through his head. The hand that would have crushed him if he had not been quick, the mass of the giant that towered over his small frame, the way just the movement of its arms forced gusts of wind around him. Even with so many encounters, humans never failed to terrify him, to make him fear ever leaving the walls and going into their territory.
He took a shaky breath, reminding himself that he hadn’t been, and he wouldn’t get caught, not as long as he was smart. Making his way back to his home, he shuddered, wondering how the hell he was going to deal with this in the future.
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When he went out again it was three days later, and he gulped as he looked at the terrain before him. The human had just left, and he was in need of some sort of wire to complete his cart. He knew that he shouldn’t even have come back again, he had been seen after all, but Logan was never one to care for the Rules, they didn’t matter as long as you didn’t get caught right?
So he went off, climbing the nearby coffee table with his hook efficiently, scanning the area for anything that could be of use. He smiled wide when his eyes spotted a container full of colorful paper clips, and he quickly stuffed a couple in his bag.
“Am I lucky or what?” He wondered aloud, jumping down from the table with ease. With such a quick find Logan was feeling himself and decided that maybe he’d see what else he could get before the human came back, running down into its bedroom.
He had been there for what he believed had not been long, when he heard the door open as the human walked inside.
Oh no, not again. On the nightstand, Logan cursed, jumping down and rolling before running under the bed, How had he been so careless again? This time was even worse, as the nearest exit was on the other side of the room, behind the human’s gigantic shoes in the closet. He carefully watched as the human made a b-line for the bedroom, groaning about some “assignments” due tomorrow.
Logan had options, to either wait it out of make a run for it, the latter being only for dire situations. He’d rather be sneaky than outright expose himself for the second time. So there he stood, willing himself to stop shaking underneath the bed of the giant, praying it wouldn’t look here. He quietly crept to the other side of the bed, the closest he could get to the closet, and listened to the human’s movements.
“Yeah, I basically wrote it already, just need to proof-read it before I submit it.” The human seemed distracted by the little box he had up to his ear, and while Logan was curious, he could care less about how the box worked if it hindered him from safety. Slowly he crept out, deciding that this was his opportunity to escape.
Like a hawk, the human’s eyes snapped right to look at him, chilling Logan to the bone. His legs kicked into gear, running towards the closet just has the human cursed and headed towards him.
Run, plucking run you idiot! Almost there…
Logan leaped over the human’s shoes, making his way towards the opening in the wall–except it had been sealed up. He stopped dead in his tracks then, horror making his breath stop. Why was it sealed?
A shadow suddenly fell over him, making the air around him drop in temperature. Unlike the last time, he dared to turn around, instinctively scurrying back away from the massive creature looming over him. It blocked out half the light seeping into the closet, the effect making the glowing eyes of the human more menacing than before.
“Last time you got away through a crack, so I went around the apartment trying to find if there were any others…” The booming voice around him made him freeze, and he watched with dread as the giant before him stooped low, air rushing past Logan in the process.
He couldn’t help but shake a bit at the human eyeing him with mischievous curiosity, the intense gaze making Logan’s heart drop.
“So…what should I do with you?” The creature smirked, as if he already had ideas in his head, ideas Logan feared he wouldn’t like.