<strong>Logan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112944.msg4914738#msg4914738)</strong><br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Teen_Logan_small.JPG)<br/><br/>"You got that right, Storm.  You<em>won't</em>be the one decidin' when I resort to violence.  Just like those football players don't get to decide who I hook up with and who I don't.<br/><br/>"But you got one thing wrong, and that's this - ain't no<em>team leader</em>going to decide for me either.  Ain't<em>nobody</em>going to tell me what to do ever<em>again</em>.  I fight<em>who</em>I want,<em>when</em>I want,<em>where</em>I want, for<em>whatever reason</em>, and with whatever level of intensity<em>I</em>choose.<br/><br/>"I have to say, I do find it kind of interesting.  You knew who I was, that I'm on this team, that I'm 'one who is different,' as you said.  And yet, when I was getting into a rumble with those 'people' I can 'easily overpower,' what did you do?  You walked away.  You don't want to back me up?  Fine.  But if they're the ones who needed protectin' from the likes of me, why weren't<em>you</em>protectin' them?  What if Mr. Vice-Principal didn't show up?  What if I started using these?"<br/><br/>He popped three claws out of one of his fists.<br/><br/>"What were you going to do<em>then</em>?  Show off your curves?  Or just turn up that baritone voice of yours to provide a weather report, 'Storm?'  I'm guessing you would still just walk away, because deep down you know that people like those jocks and cheerleaders don't deserve protectin', not after what they said and did to me, to you, to Caroline and all the other freaks."<br/><br/>He retracted his claws and walked out, slamming the door behind him.<br/><br/>