Logan Grey
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tj_garadiceTitle: A Glimpse Back
Characters: Logan
Mentions: Warren, Rachael, Mike, Cooper
Word Count: 744
A/N: Mature Audiences Only. Cursing and Violence.
My name is Logan Grey and I’m 17 years old. Most people say I ooze of rebellion and recklessness. And their assumption is correct. I didn’t become the leader of the most notorious teen gang in New South Wales by being a nice bloody gentleman. Beating the former leader into submission to the thunderous roar of my mates was far more fun for me. But I didn’t stop there, I thought he could use a few months off the streets. He now permanently resides in the Sydney ICU. My guardians didn’t know how to handle a sinner like me. Yep you fucking guessed it they were religious freaks. But what bothered them most was not me refusing to go to church, it wasn’t the pot or alcohol they found in my room, it wasn’t the unexplained money they found on me, it wasn’t the fact that I stole their car on more than a few occasions to go joyriding, it wasn’t the fact that I gave up on school, it was the fact that I was a Were and they weren’t.
The fact that they didn’t know how to help me haunted them I think. They always thought I could be better than I was, that all I needed was a bit of guidance from an outside source. Therapy saves….didn’t you know? Yeah, that would make me stop fighting, no matter how much I enjoyed it. HA! Nope, wrong, the thought of therapy just made me laugh. So instead I decided to take the burden off them and live on the streets. Wouldn’t want to impose on the perfect couple any more than I had to. They had a white picket fence outside their home to boot, just in case they didn’t come off as perfect as they wanted people to view them.
I know what you’ve probably thinking from what I’m saying, “Oh he has anger issues and he’s just mad at the word”. Well maybe that’s how it’s perceived in you ‘normal peoples’ eyes but in mine, and my mates, we just like to drink, we like to do drugs, we like to fight and we like to steal. And just to clarify, we were the real deal. We were never those morons who flaunt leather jackets, drive their parents’ expensive cars to the Lake to “drink beer, and party” to be fucking cool. We were the real mother fucking deal, we were all Werewolves and we embraced our primeval natures as we should. I did however have a right hand man, Warren who was the most sensible one in the group. Then there’s Rachael, she is the quiet one. She dates Mike who is the least hardcore of all 12 of us. If any 2 were to betray the gang, it would be them so I keep an eye on them to make sure they don’t go goody-goody and rat any of us out to save their own skin one day.
Then there’s Marshall and Cooper who are best friends, but they take it to the extreme. They even sleep together. They deny that anything is going on but I know it’s bullshit. But I don’t really give a shit. I sit and listen to them proclaim their lies and because they are good friends, I pretend to believe them. Hell who the fuck am I to judge anyone, I don’t really give a crap who fucks who. I prefer FFM 3somes myself.
Which brings me to my next point, emotions. There is no point to some of them. Why cry and get stressed over things that can’t be changed? Spilled milk or spilled blood its all the same to me and my mates. Are we all supposed to stay awake at night and wonder what life would be like if we stopped all the illegal and fun things we do? Are we supposed to say to ourselves, lets stop taking drugs and drinking? Are we supposed to return the money we take from the rich snobbish bastards that don’t give a dam and don’t even notice when a few hundreds are missing from their wallets? Are we supposed to worry if we are fucking up our futures because of what we are doing now?
That’s what normal society wants us to think.
I’ve got news for you, we aren’t normal society, we are wolves. Me and my gang are perfectly content with what we do and maybe primal is the way we were all intended to be.
Writer: TJ Garadice
Characters: Logan
Mentions: Warren, Rachael, Mike, Cooper
Word Count: 744
A/N: Mature Audiences Only. Cursing and Violence.
My name is Logan Grey and I’m 17 years old. Most people say I ooze of rebellion and recklessness. And their assumption is correct. I didn’t become the leader of the most notorious teen gang in New South Wales by being a nice bloody gentleman. Beating the former leader into submission to the thunderous roar of my mates was far more fun for me. But I didn’t stop there, I thought he could use a few months off the streets. He now permanently resides in the Sydney ICU. My guardians didn’t know how to handle a sinner like me. Yep you fucking guessed it they were religious freaks. But what bothered them most was not me refusing to go to church, it wasn’t the pot or alcohol they found in my room, it wasn’t the unexplained money they found on me, it wasn’t the fact that I stole their car on more than a few occasions to go joyriding, it wasn’t the fact that I gave up on school, it was the fact that I was a Were and they weren’t.
The fact that they didn’t know how to help me haunted them I think. They always thought I could be better than I was, that all I needed was a bit of guidance from an outside source. Therapy saves….didn’t you know? Yeah, that would make me stop fighting, no matter how much I enjoyed it. HA! Nope, wrong, the thought of therapy just made me laugh. So instead I decided to take the burden off them and live on the streets. Wouldn’t want to impose on the perfect couple any more than I had to. They had a white picket fence outside their home to boot, just in case they didn’t come off as perfect as they wanted people to view them.
I know what you’ve probably thinking from what I’m saying, “Oh he has anger issues and he’s just mad at the word”. Well maybe that’s how it’s perceived in you ‘normal peoples’ eyes but in mine, and my mates, we just like to drink, we like to do drugs, we like to fight and we like to steal. And just to clarify, we were the real deal. We were never those morons who flaunt leather jackets, drive their parents’ expensive cars to the Lake to “drink beer, and party” to be fucking cool. We were the real mother fucking deal, we were all Werewolves and we embraced our primeval natures as we should. I did however have a right hand man, Warren who was the most sensible one in the group. Then there’s Rachael, she is the quiet one. She dates Mike who is the least hardcore of all 12 of us. If any 2 were to betray the gang, it would be them so I keep an eye on them to make sure they don’t go goody-goody and rat any of us out to save their own skin one day.
Then there’s Marshall and Cooper who are best friends, but they take it to the extreme. They even sleep together. They deny that anything is going on but I know it’s bullshit. But I don’t really give a shit. I sit and listen to them proclaim their lies and because they are good friends, I pretend to believe them. Hell who the fuck am I to judge anyone, I don’t really give a crap who fucks who. I prefer FFM 3somes myself.
Which brings me to my next point, emotions. There is no point to some of them. Why cry and get stressed over things that can’t be changed? Spilled milk or spilled blood its all the same to me and my mates. Are we all supposed to stay awake at night and wonder what life would be like if we stopped all the illegal and fun things we do? Are we supposed to say to ourselves, lets stop taking drugs and drinking? Are we supposed to return the money we take from the rich snobbish bastards that don’t give a dam and don’t even notice when a few hundreds are missing from their wallets? Are we supposed to worry if we are fucking up our futures because of what we are doing now?
That’s what normal society wants us to think.
I’ve got news for you, we aren’t normal society, we are wolves. Me and my gang are perfectly content with what we do and maybe primal is the way we were all intended to be.
Writer: TJ Garadice
