Logan and the Wunderwaffe

The girls hurriedly led him to the cabin. Following behind, Logan’s eyes dropped to admire the fine asses in front of him, as he had done so many times before. Heather’s was wide and round, stacked high and using the full span of her hips; a true bubble butt if there ever was one. Ashley’s was smaller, rather perky, but no less round and tight in appearance. Heather was wearing tight, dark washed jeans that really showed off the swell of her ass, but Ashley’s short summer dress that ended just above her thigh was equally tantalizing, creating a sense of mystery and allure of the succulent flesh hidden just out of sight.

And for a moment, the world almost seemed right. It was just another day, following the girls about Silver Lake, basking in blue skies and warm sunshine. But the silence of the girls broke the illusion. Normally they would be gabbing away, Ashley complaining about Brandon, Heather talking about cheer routines she wanted to try out, Ashley trying to decide who to set Victoria up with, Heather considering asking her father for money to buy a dress that would be totally inappropriate for any other teenage girl to wear, and they wouldn’t care if Logan overheard them setting the world to rights. But in this perfect, normal scene, their voices were missing, replaced with curious, unsure glances.

It was even harder to pretend that everything was normal when they stepped inside the small cabin. Immediately he found himself standing in the living room where there were a number of seats, a television and a coffee table. The girls made him wait there while they rounded up the others, so he took the opportunity to look around. From that room he could almost see into the entire cabin. On either side a hall extended down, one wing towards the lake, the other secluded under trees, and he could count the doors, three down one side and two down the opposite. If he leaned left he could see through and open door into the kitchen, and through a pair of glass windows out on to the deck where he was certain that he could just peek the corner of a hot tub. If he leaned right, he saw a door leading into the dining room, and another door, though closed, that he presumed led into the kitchen too. There were a few more doors here and there, closets likely, but unless one of them led to some kind of underground bunker, this cabin was minuscule compared to the Ravers’ Cabin that he knew as his second home.

“Oh, um, hello.”

The flash of red hair as he wheeled around towards the kitchen almost gave him hope. He ignored what the other two had said about Sharon not being there, because he wished she were. For her to show up, and joke about setting him up with some new girl, before teasing him into a blow job in the closet; that would have been the best kind of comfort right now. But before he even turned he knew the voice was all wrong. And seeing the girl, standing in the doorway, with her thick thighs and heavy breasts, carrying a glass of water, he instantly saw that it wasn’t Sharon Miller. Though he still recognized her.

“Ah, Chloe McRose,” he said, giving her a charming smile almost on instinct. “Ashley and Heather said you were here too.”

“Um yeah, well, we’re leaving soon. I’m just, well, thirsty,” her eyes traveled over his strong, leanly muscled frame and slightly glazed over as her perverse brain went to work conjuring up thousands of images of the young man fucking her, playing with her tits, fucking her, making her suck his cock, fucking her some more.

Logan simply smiled during the long pause, unaware of what was going on in her mind’s eye but amused that the girl was capable of getting lost in her thoughts so quickly. Several seconds later she shook her head and looked at him as if she’d just been dropped into this reality too.

“Sorry, um, are you a friend of Heather’s?”

“You could say that,” he replied coyly. “In another lifetime, I guess.”

“Oh, just been reunited. Must be fun. Lots of catching up to do then,” She wasn’t surprised that Heather knew him, the dark haired billionaire’s daughter always knew the hottest guys, and they always made a point of knowing her. And her imagination ran wild again, picturing just how hot and steamy catching up might get.

Though this wasn’t his first conversation with Miss McRose, Logan had never quite noticed how her thoughts seemed to wander. It never lasted long, but she always seemed to waken a little out of breath and disorientated. She fidgeted with her baggy overshirt, though even it wasn’t big enough to hide her large tits, and struggled to think of anything more to say. Instead, she sipped nervously at her water. Too fast and too loud, the resounding slurp echoed, and her face almost burned as red as the hair on her face.

To save her embarrassment, Logan took over the conversation, and inquired about something he was sure would get her talking.

“How’s soccer?”

“Huh?” She tilted her head, and looked at his face again, this time forcing her thoughts to stay safe for work. “How’d you know I play soccer?”

“I’ve seen you play. I’m not much for sports, but even I can tell that you’re talented.”

There was no point in lying. She’d know the whole truth soon enough, although explaining the when and how of Charlie and Dustin dragging him along to woman’s soccer game seemed like too much trouble.

“There you are,” Heather announced.

Behind his cousin he recognized the tall, blonde, spiky haired college man as Kurt Johnson, also a cousin of Heather’s although on her mother’s side. Beside him was lean, almost lanky, teen with dark messy hair and dark rimmed glasses, a face that Logan would never forget. It belonged to the person responsible for sending him to this twisted, bizzaro world. His name, however, wasn’t Connor Bishop, it was Gavin Westher.

At the same time, Ashley emerged from the other hallway. Tagging along with her were the broad, full bodied quarterback known as Brandon Cole, and a tall blonde girl with a modelesque figure, from her perky round breasts right down to her silky long legs. What made Victoria Walker stand out more than anything though was her face, the way she pursed and bit her lip with curiosity, inquisitiveness causing her already bright green eyes to sparkle. From the moment she entered the room and saw her new puzzle, her eyes were transfixed upon him. Logan, on the other hand, was distracted by the dark haired boy by her side, holding her hand.

“This is everyone,” Ashley said, sequeing into the reason they were gathered. “We should all sit down for this. It’s gonna be a doozy.”

“You sit there,” Heather directed Logan. He was quite used to his cousin’s take charge attitude, even if her tone was foreign to him. Still, seated in a single chair, facing the two sofas where the others watched him with varying degrees of judgement and interest, he felt like he was on trial. It was going to take every inspiring bone in his body to convince them.

“Why don’t you start from the beginning?” Ashley suggested once they were all in place. “And take it slow.”

He nodded and began to relate his tale.

“My name is Logan Ravers.”

Many eyes widened at the known family name, and a couple of people gasped, until Heather shushed them.

“Earlier today, after school…”

“It’s Spring Break,” Brandon interjected. “There is no school.” Suddenly he panicked, wondering if he’d forgotten about a make-up class. “Or did I miss-”

Ashley cut him off before he could finish that thought. “Just let him finish. We can ask any questions we have at end.”

“Continue,” Heather instructed with a tip of her head.

“I guess I should back up a little bit anyway. You see, we’re all friends, all of us. Well, most of us. Some of us just tolerate each other. But you all know me. We all grew up together in the same town, this town, Azure Rocks. It is still called Azure Rocks, right? Anyway, this morning, a cloudy, Autumnal morning, I might add, my cousin, Heather, came to me and told me that Ashley was skipping cheer practice because Brandon had something to show her.”

“I bet it was his dick,” she glared at her boyfriend beside her. “Just like you showed your dick to Chloe.”

“Now who’s interrupting?” he pointed out, before dropping his voice to a hush. “And, I already told you, I was just showing it to her because she’d never seen one before.”

Across the way, on the other sofa, Chloe’s eyes almost bulged as she stared hard at the floor while her face went so red it was practically glowing. Beside her, Heather rubbed her face and gestured for Logan to get on with his story.

“Well, it wasn’t that. Heather and I followed to the Krassuer house. It’s a dilapidated, old house that fuels a lot of ghost stories, and a lot of younger kids like to sneak inside for a dare. All that’s really important for now is to know that it’s abandoned. Weird place for Brandon to take Ashley, we thought. If he was going to do what you’re thinking there are easier, closer places.”

“You make it sound like I’ll do it anywhere,” Ashley said indignantly, taking her turn to blush.

“Well, I did hear you and Brandon fooling around in the forest while we were at Zaffre Falls a few days ago,” Victoria noted, without taking her eyes off Logan. “I distinctly remember hearing your voi-”

Ashley’s hand suddenly clamped over Victoria’s mouth while Brandon got a strange look on his face.

“I don’t remember us fooling around in the forest, babe. Do you?”

“Logan. We’re here about Logan. Please, for the love of god, continue,” Ashley practically begged him, with her hand still muffling her best friend’s mouth.

Logan smirked, and felt himself relax. It was comforting to know that no matter how much some things changed, there was a lot that remained the same. Even in this messed up world without him, at their very basic, his friends were exactly how he knew them.

“So, we sneak into the house, and we hear voices coming from upstairs. Of course, we go up to check it out, and we find Dylan Bennett up there, and he’s not alone. He’s got Connor there with him, and this massive machine, that looks like a cannon but-”

“Excuse me.”

Logan turned to Victoria, drawn by the polite interruption and her slightly raised hand.

“I just wanted to ask who this Dylan Bennett guy is?” Her forehead crinkled as she thought hard. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name around here. Or Connor for that matter.”

“You guys…don’t know Dylan Bennett either?”

All eight shook their heads, and Logan was stunned speechless. He’d been under the presumption that Dylan’s machine had wiped him from the consciousness of everyone in existence. Many of the changes, such as Ravers Cabin’s layout could feasibly be explained by his absence from the history books, although he wasn’t sure how or why. But if Dylan didn’t exist, that called everything into question. He, Logan, was no longer the only one ejected from the universe. Had the machine malfunctioned and hit Dylan too? Was Dylan just waking up somewhere else too?

He realized everyone was still staring at him.

“Right. Well, Dylan is a bully. There’s no way around it. He was a constant threat to me in elementary school and onwards through middle school. No one wanted to be my friend because it meant getting on the wrong side of Dylan. I don’t even know why he singled me out. One day it was because I was rich, although no one ever picked on Heather for that, and the next day it was because I aced a test. Because I had no other friends, I started hanging out mainly with Heather. You two,” he pointed towards Ashley and Victoria, “quickly became my best friends too, along with Sharon. I did eventually make some guy friends, Charlie Harrington and Dustin Lewis, but the fact that I was friends with the girls seemed to piss off Dylan too. Truthfully, I don’t think there was a single reason. It changed from day to day, based entirely on his whims. The reasons were legion, and never ending. So, there’s no better way to describe him. He’s just a bully.”

“Things changed later, after I took up fencing and self-defense,” Logan continued, his throat having grown dry. “At least then he couldn’t physically intimidate me anymore, but he never stopped holding a grudge. He was always looking for opportunities to get one over on me. I never thought he’d go this far though. The machine he had Connor build, he said it was going to make a ‘world without Logan Ravers’. Brandon grappled with me, and by the time I fought him off, it was too late. I was hit by a kind of sonic pulse that knocked me off my feet. I went spinning, and when I landed I was right outside this cabin. Dylan reshaped the world so that it forgot me, and I need all of your help to put it back the way it’s meant to be.”

“Why does it sound like I was helping the bully?” Brandon huffed. “This story is bullshit.”

“You were helping Dylan, because you two have been friends for a long time. When he bullied me in our younger years, you were right there with him, pushing me down in the dirt too and cheering him on. I thought you had grown up since then. Ashley was always telling me to give you a chance, and I tolerated you mostly for her sake. But then you did this, and…”

“It wasn’t me, dude, I never hurt you. I’ve never bullied anyone in my life. Okay, I tease the occasional nerd, but…” the quarterback stopped when his eyes fell upon Gavin and Victoria. “And by nerd, I mean, you know, the lamest dweebs, not the…uh…cool ones, like you two.”

“Brandon, honey, just shut up. Even if it did happen, it was some alternate version of you. Not you you,” Ashley said.

“But I don’t want to fix this world if it means I go back to being an asshole like that.”

“And about this Connor,” Victoria asked again, still raising her hand but this time not waiting to be called. “Who’s he?”

“What are you talking about?” Logan pointed to the teen with the identical face. “He’s sitting right there.

“Me?” Gavin spoke up, a little timid but too disturbed not to ask the question. “I’m a bully too?”

“No. Dylan admitted that he blackmailed you into building the machine for him.” Logan tactfully avoided embarrassing him by not revealing the nature of the **** material. “But that’s why I especially need your help. If anyone can build this machine, you can, because you’ve already done it.”

“Maybe your version of me is smarter than I am,” Gavin self-depreciated. “He’s already got a different name.”

“No way,” Chloe threw an arm around him, while the dark haired teen beside Victoria smiled agreeably from the other sofa. “You’re as smart as any other version out there.”

“It’s true,” Logan assured him. “While time and space and existence have changed, personalities, attitudes, skills, those seemed to have remained the same. So, I have no doubt that you can actually do this.”

“But I’m not a bully,” Brandon growled, though at that moment he thought that punching Logan would probably feel pretty good. He was trained in self-defense but how good could he really be?

“You have the potential to be, that’s all,” Logan replied with a slight glare towards the quarterback. It was difficult, because the face was exactly the same, but the young Ravers had to remind himself that this Brandon wasn’t the same one that had hurt him all those years ago.

“Wait a minute,” Kurt leaned forward. “You’re all talking like this is a fact, that he really did get hit by some wacky machine that broke the universe. There’s a simpler explanation. He’s just crazy.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know.” Victoria tapped the side of her mouth with a single finger. “I remember reading an article about a Weapons Journalist who found evidence of a German project known as ‘Die Glocke’ that was taken from secret intelligence interrogations. Supposedly, if it had been completed it would have been capable of anything from simple space travel, to creating wormholes.”

Gavin scratched his head. “The possibility of wormholes is inline with the general theory of relativity, but we can’t entertain every crackpot theory under the sun. What about John Titor who claims to actually be from the future and offered schematics for an actual time machine?”

“Of course, as with all things, it needs to be verified and researched extensively. But all it takes is the existence of black papers on ‘Die Glocke’ to be confirmed, and we’re in a whole different ball game. The USAF developed Lockheed SR-71 doesn’t officially exist, it was a Pentagram program, and yet we know it was developed, it was real and it still holds records to this day.”

“Okay, I take your point. If it was real and it really was independent of their nuclear program, and it wasn’t just some weird anti-gravity propulsion device, then those experiments could have tremendous impact on the world. But it’s a lot of ‘if’s’. And I’m only one person. He’s saying I built this thing that no one else has made any headway developing, and I don’t know whether to laugh because it’s preposterous, or cry, because if that’s my destiny then I’m screwed before I even begin.”

“Not to interrupt the nerdgasm,” Heather said, steering the conversation back on topic. “but all I need to know is whether it’s possible. We can worry about the how later.”

“That depends on what you’re asking is possible,” Gavin began but quickly crumbled under Heather’s unamused gaze. “I mean, yes, possible, probably, yes.”

“I think it’s a wormhole,” Victoria said confidently.

“How can you be so sure though?” Ashley asked since Gavin was still cowering.

“Cause and effect,” Victoria said brightly. “If this Earth were just Logan’s Earth sans Logan, why so much change? Why does Dylan’s existence depend on Logan?”

“I was thinking about that,” Logan nodded. “Maybe something backfired with the machine and it hit more than one of us.”

“That’s a possibility, but did it erase the entire building too? Because the Krassuer house doesn’t exist on this Earth.”

“Ugh, this is too many Earths,” Heather growled and rubbed her head again.

“It is getting a little confusing. So let’s call Logan’s Earth, Earth-1, and our Earth will be Earth-2. And I’m willing to bet that Earth-2 differs in more ways than just Logan, Dylan and the Krassuer house.”

“That’s right. He said that Ravers’ Cabin on Earth-1 was bigger,” Ashley remembered excitedly. “And something about a tattlerocks.”

“He also said it was Autumn when he left, but now it’s Spring,” Chloe pitched in. “So, Earth-2 is almost six months ahead of Earth-1.”

“And,” Logan added, while pointing at the brown haired teen sitting at Victoria’s right side. “I have no idea who he is.”

“Who? Zack?” Heather asked, bemused. “There’s no Zack Bishop where you come from?”

“Oh, so you’re the Bishop. Where I’m from, Connor’s last name is Bishop.”

“But he doesn’t look like me?” Zack asked, astounded and perturbed.2

“He looks like the one you call Gavin, here,” Logan pointed at the dark haired teen with dark glasses. He’s somewhat shy, but wicked smart and good with computers. He has a sister called Taylor, who’s best friends with Hannah Woodsen.”

Zack and Gavin shared a horrified look, disturbed and afraid of the fact that there was a universe out there where they didn’t exist and instead had been mashed into a singular entity.

“Here,” Ashley informed him. “Zack is Taylor’s brother.”

“Fascinating,” Victoria cooed. “This person on Earth-1 has Zack’s last name, but he looks and sounds like Gavin. I mean that proves that this is an alternate universe you fell into, right? There’s no reason that your absence from the world should cause one person to be split into two.”

Beside her, Zack frowned. That wasn’t exactly the reaction he wanted from his new girlfriend finding out that there was alternate dimension where he didn’t even exist. Still, he didn’t fault her curiosity. It was one of things he loved about her and had loved about her for the last three years, so, not wanting to start an argument over nothing, he stayed quiet.

“Why not?” Kurt leaned back, a little disinterested but rolling with the conversation. “Isn’t that what the Butterfly Effect is all about?”

“I thought you didn’t believe him,” Heather taunted her cousin, or at least the one she was certain was her cousin.

Kurt shrugged. “Everyone else seems to being going with it.”

But Victoria shook her head.

“The Butterfly Effect is just cause and effect on a large scale, but that’s not what we’re seeing here,” she explained. “Things that would have been built before he was even born, people being birthed at exactly the same time he was; these aren’t cause and effect. If this were just a universe without Logan, more places and events would have remained the same. Of course, I could be wrong. We’re talking about physics on a level than even leading scientists barely understand.”

“No, I think you’re on to something,” Heather insisted, as she raised her own pendant in one hand. “This was crafted by my grandfather, using sapphires found from around Azure Rocks by the Ravers that first settled here. He only made one, because I was his only grandchild. Yet…” she gestured to the lionheaded pendant still hanging openly from Logan’s neck, almost exactly the same except for the glittering mane. “Either it’s the deepest fake I’ve ever seen, or on an Earth where my grandfather had more than one grand child, he had more than one designed. That requires a world where my uncle Daniel marries and conceives a child.”

“Two actually,” Logan noted, although it wasn’t important, but he thought Heather should know. “I have a little sister as well, Isabella.”

“A little sister…” Heather repeated, imagining the fullness of the alternate Ravers’ Manor. “If Logan was just sort of ‘ejected’ from existence, why isn’t Daniel’s wife around? Why wasn't Isabella born? Shouldn’t they exist with one child, or no children? Why is his removal rippling out to affect all of these other people and things?”

“Exactly!” Victoria exclaimed.

“Hold up. You’re saying that this world isn’t a broken version of mine. That there’s nothing to fix?” Logan asked. He didn’t doubt Victoria’s intelligent assessment, but he couldn’t bare the hopelessness if there was nothing he could do. He was a man of action, not a man of resigning himself to fate.

“Actually, this is good news. Theoretically all we have to do is open up a wormhole and send you back through.”

Gavin laughed bitterly and hung his head.

“You make it sound so easy.”

“Don’t worry, Gavin,” Heather consoled him. “If there’s anything you need that Ravers’ Enterprises can provide, I’ll make sure you get it.”

On the opposite sofa, Brandon Cole stood abruptly, his fists clenched and his teeth grinding. He’d listened to enough science fiction, of his own friends laughing, entertained it seemed by a world where he was a bully and Zack didn’t even exist. He didn’t think of himself as perfect, but he wasn’t a bad guy. But no one was leaping to his defense. It was all Logan, Logan, Logan.

“I’ve had enough of his make-believe bullshit,” he growled through clenched teeth. “We’re leaving.”

He didn’t wait for Ashley’s answer, and stormed immediately from the cabin.

“Bran, wait, don’t be a jerk,” Ashley called after him, getting to her own feet too, but he was already out the door. “Sorry, guys, gotta go. He’s my ride.”

“Oh, me too then actually,” Victoria prepared to follow.

“I could take you home,” Zack offered.

“Thanks, but I’ll just get a mountain of questions from my mum if Ashley doesn’t drop me off.”

“Oh, okay then.” Zack was disappointed, but he tried not to let it show. “I’ll call you tonight then.”

“Hm? Oh, yes, do,” Victoria said cheerily as she ran towards the door. “I want to hear your thoughts on all of this.”

Once again, Zack hadn’t gotten the reaction he’d expected. In fact, this entire day hadn’t gone quite as he’d wanted. After finally asking Victoria out last night and getting the highly coveted answer of ‘yes’, today was supposed to be the glorious beginning to the rest of his life. Instead it had been completely overshadowed by the new arrival.

He understood Victoria’s excitement though. He loved a good mystery more than anyone. At least, he hoped it was the enigma that Victoria was enamored with, and not the man. There was no reason to doubt her, but just sitting in the same room as Logan filled Zack’s head with suspicion. So, he too decided to make his exit.

“Let’s go too guys,” He called to his best friends.

Gavin dragged his body up and across the room, the sheer weight of what was expected of him eating at his soul until he was sapped of all strength. Only Chloe walked from the cabin with her head high and her shoulders unslumped, while casting interested glances at Logan. She wondered what the alternative version of herself was like, whether she was confident enough to grab Logan by the wrist, pull him into some secluded room and fuck him silly. Her mind soon filled with lewd, creative images, playing pin Logan’s tail on Chloe until her every orifice was gaping and dripping with the young man’s hot cum. She almost walked into the door frame. At the last minute, she pulled her gutter brain out of the tailspin and hurried quickly though the open door.

Kurt looked at his watch. He knew he should be getting back, but he wasn’t sure about leaving Heather alone. If anything happened to the precious heiress to Ravers’ Enterprises, first his own mother would have his head, then Aunt Brooke would take his balls. Whatever was left would be pulverized into a fine dust by Robert. Heather saw him check the time, and waved him away.

“Go,” she dismissed him.

“You sure, squirt?”

She nodded and he left, although slowly, much like Chloe, without ever taking his eyes off Logan, albeit for entirely different reasons. When Kurt had closed the door behind him, and they heard the motorcycle’s engine rev to life, she finally spoke again.

“Just the two of us now,” she said with a smile he’d seen all too often, but never welcomed more than he did in that moment. “Guess we should talk about where you’re gonna sleep tonight.”