(Alright, now that she put that up, I can post without feeling like a creeper! Yay!)

The blood on his hands was enough to curl his lips, the red liquid dripping onto the calloused and rough skin of his overused palm. Grumbling in utter annoyance, Logan lifted his hand and removed the glasses from his face, using the already soiled hand to wipe away the blood dripping from beneath his eyelids, causing his vision to tinge red and sting the organ unmercifully. As he pulled his hand away, he replaced his glasses, removing an old, soiled handkerchief from his jean's pocket, wiping the blood from his hand and stuff the cloth back into his pocket. His jeans were a tad warn, months of travelling having taken their tole. His shirt was slightly newer; a plaid button up a size and a half too big, pillaged from the pack of a man who thought it smart to mug him. His shoes were about as bad, if not worse, as his jeans; simple tennis shoes that had been red at one point, but had long since faded to a dull, ashy gray.

He turned, surveying the damage behind him. A failed mugging. A small gang of rovers thought the lone teen with the obvious sight issue would be an easy target. All they got out of their problem was one of their own turning on them, drug-addled brain far too easy to usurp. The sound of gunfire and yelling was ended when Logan slit his own puppets throat, the dagger going uncleaned as he sheathed it. He couldn't bother now. Not with night falling on the road around him.

He continued on his way, hands in his pocket as he eyed the dark and tall trees, being sure to scan the area for any thought process. He was met only with insects and a lesser imp that was easily turned away. The hours passed for him in silence as he moved down the long abandoned road, stopping only to eye a road sign. There was a town nearby. He couldn't read the name, but he could vaguely make out letters and a number. Maybe he could gather some information on those slippery little eels there, maybe even spend the night. With a small smile, he continued to move, ignoring the soft throb of a now fading headache and continuing on his mission to ruthlessly murder two young girls.