unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 36.5

A/N: NOT EDITED.

Chapter 36.5 – Logan POV

I stood stretching from my bed, waking over to the window, looking down below me to see Rainy and Chelsea out on the patio.  Not listening I just watched how far Rainy had come in such a short time, but even the smallest of smiles was long over due when it came to Rainy. I had done so much to find her… things I would never regret.

I’m not sure just anyone had the stomach for the things my team and I handled on a day-to-day basis, the heinousness and coldness we infiltrated both physically and on the web. There had to be a balance, there had to be a time when you just turned it all off, closed your mind off as well and just enjoyed the piece of good you had in your life. The person, or hobby that helped rinse the filth from your mind each time you stepped away. I had not meant for my work to be what it was, when I was younger I didn’t dream of finding the missing, searching in the lowest cesspool of beings and sometimes mirroring the sick minded. Then my other half, Rainy went missing. Twins. She and I had been through everything in our life together, achievement after achievement. No one knew the pain of the abandonment I felt like she did, my sister.

When Rainy first went missing I knew without a doubt, that she wouldn’t just leave the way everyone had believed. We never broke our promises to one another, and yes we were just children, I knew my sister. I knew she wouldn’t abandon me or leave me behind. We would stick together. That was the plan. Even when we found our mates, we would stick together. Our mates would love us in a different way of course, but we would still need family. We wouldn’t section each other out of one another’s life when we didn’t have many people to count on to begin with.

The Elders.

Now ten years after everything they had not done to help others, would surely be the greatest catalyst for their overdue down fall. They used the supernatural as stepping-stones; they abused power and still gave nothing back in return. They couldn’t be the ones to gain access and control, set their own rules or even change the corruption. They wanted to form a world that would only fail if let to their doings, hurt and pain in tenfold, they didn’t believe in anything but getting their way to the top. Only when they got there, it wouldn’t be to make great changes or even give shifters more rights, more equality within the human race. What they would be doing is breaking down groups, alliances that posed even the most minimal threat to their ranking.

Yet, the treatment of those deemed unimportant, was the single most common factor for building my team. Formed by other humans and supernaturals; all betrayed by them in one-way or another. Individuals that had lost family and watched as the Elders or even humans did nothing to help them. Their family members, victims that were forgotten or barely helped, even humans at times.

When I was 14 years old, searching forums online I was enlightened, because I had once thought that the beauty of being human instead of supernatural was the difference in how missing people cases were handled. I was proven wrong – sometimes-even humans fell through the cracks. And so little by little I was pulled into the underground world of human trade, prostitution and all the dark places it thrived. I’m not sure if anyone really knew just how much the human sex-slave trade made.

Yet while I wasn’t having luck in finding Rainy, I was able to find others, so that became what I did, what others sought me out for. I never gave up on finding Rainy, not once. Sighing I focused below me and noticed Chelsea’s green eyes looking up at me, directly.