I listen with half and ear as Logan explains the mission: We've got to sneak into some bigwig party and kilt the host, then get out before anyone knows what happened. I really don't want to do this.
"Listen, we need a plan. You can't just go around kilting people because someone tells you to. Have you ever thought of bringing this place down?"
Logan snorts. "Thought of it? I dream of it. But only an idiot would try something like that. Don't give yourself false hope. It only makes it hurt more." He laughs, but it doesn't sound happy. The words don't discourage me, and the wheels in my head keep turning.
"Wait a minute. You said the only way that any mission can work is if we have full cooperation and trust, right?" Logan nods, mutters something about irony. "So if we turn others against the leaders..."
Logan's eyes open wide. "Are you crazy? The missions won't work. You know what happens to people who fail their missions?"
I shake my head.
"Neither do I. But they never fail a mission again, I can tell you that." He's getting really worked up, and I'm about to tell him to relax. But I close my mouth as soon as I open it.
"What?" Logan asks.
"You- you're eyes just turned yellow."
Logan swears. "Get away form me, fast."
"Look, I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't move, I will!"
My eyes sting, I'm confused, I thought he wasn't bad at heart. "Logan, what's going on? You're not making any sense!" He licks his lips, and his tongue looks reptilian. I see the faint outline of scales on his forehead.
This just got really weird.
I back up, and suddenly, he lunges at me, trying to bite a chunk of my arm off. I jump to the side and fall into the closet. He flicks his tongue out, backs up a step. It looks like it hurts. With no warning, he lunges forward again, but I'm faster. While he struggles to fight whatever's controlling him, I grab a hanger and twist it open. As soon as he's on me, I wrap it around his throat. We breathe heavily, staring each other down. Slowly, he becomes human again.
I take the hanger off his neck, and my finger brushes his cheek. We're alone in a closet and way too close. I quickly scramble out, and Logan follows.
"So..." I begin. "What was that?" Logan's sitting next to me on his bed, shaking. It looks like he's trying not to cry.
"They do, they do DNA mutation. To see if- if they can build an army of-" He stops and takes in a shaky breath. I've heard enough, and if he opens his mouth again he's just going to cry.
"I get it. That okay. Just go to sleep now."