A/N: Hi! I'm back! I fixed all the errors in Revenge, so now I'm back to start this story. *everyone cheers* Yes yes, I know you're happy. Well... I hope you are, anyways. I thought you guys liked me, lol. I'm just teasing ya. It's too tempting to resist. But anywho, I'm gonna warn you now and I'm only gonna do this once (unless there's a chapter with violence, then I'll probably say something in the A/N).
This story is going to be really violent and angsty because... well Logan gets captured by Rorke! And we all know Rorke's a cruel asshole who doesn't care about how much he hurts someone, that someone being Logan in this story. There will be a Keegan/Logan pairing later as well! And slash... eventually. But yeah, that basically sums it up. Have fun, my lovelies...
Disclaimer: I don't own Call of Duty Ghosts, just my OC (Luke).
Logan P.O.V
I sighed as I sat with Hesh, watching the explosions as we waited for an evac. I couldn't believe Rorke was finally dead. Good riddance. I hated that man more than I could ever express in words. But I was happy now that he was gone. He was a pain in the ass to deal with and I was glad we didn't have to anymore. It was taking a while for our evac to arrive...
I thought I heard footsteps to my right, so I turned around, only to be met with a boot in the face. I pulled my knife from its sheath and tried to stab the attacker but they caught my arm and twisted it, then hit it hard at the elbow. It broke with a sickening crunch, causing pain to explode in my arm.
I cried out in pain and my vision blurred as tears welled up in my eyes. It flickered as the pain ran throughout my tired body. It doubled when I was punched harshly in the face, making my nose burn. I could feel warm blood running from it, but I was too busy glaring at the man standing before me and my brother to stop the bleeding.
"Look at what you did." Rorke said, staring at the explosions in the distance.
Hesh crept forward and was promptly kicked in the face. He fell backwards onto his back and groaned, his whole body throbbing with pain. Rorke slowly approached me with a look that scared me. I had no idea what he was gonna do, and that's what scared me the most. I didn't even know how he had survived, much less what he planned to do.
"You're good." He said, kneeling down beside me with a sly smirk.
"You'd have been a hell of a Ghost. But that's not gonna happen," he said, leaning forward, "There ain't gonna be any Ghosts. We're gonna destroy 'em together."
And with that said, he grabbed my leg and began to drag me away. Oh fuck. My heart leapt into my throat as panic tore through my system. No! I wouldn't let this happen! I clawed at the ground, desperately trying to find something to hold onto. Hesh crawled forward, reaching out to me, but I was already out of reach.
"Logan..." He called.
Oh my god. There was nothing to grab onto! And the fact that I only had one functional arm didn't help. I kicked and thrashed, trying to get away from this terrible bastard, but it was no use. I couldn't get my leg free and my panic tripled when I realized this. Hesh seemed to grow more desperate.
"Logan!"
Tears fell down my cheeks when I realized I was helpless. I obviously wasn't going to get away from him and our evac still wasn't here. No! I couldn't go with him... not Rorke! God only knows what he would do to me! And he had said something about us destroying the Ghosts together? I didn't want to destroy the Ghosts! Hell, I am a Ghost! Hesh was about 15 feet away now.
"LOGAN!" He yelled, but was unable to do anything more than that.
I was dragged farther and farther away, and soon Hesh was out of sight. I could still hear him yelling my name though. My vision went dark a few times and I have no idea how long he dragged me for, or where the hell he was taking me. Probably nowhere good. I had given up trying to fight against him now. I was exhausted and my arm stung like a bitch, my head was pounding in my ears like a freight train, and my entire body throbbed as if it had been crushed by a tank.
I was so busy willing the pain to go away that I didn't notice we had stopped. I looked up to see him standing there, looking at me with a syringe in his hand. Oh fuck... He knelt down and put a strong hand on my head, pressing my face into the gritty sand. I felt a prick in my neck and the world began to fade. It went from bright, to dull, to pitch black in seconds.
Then there was nothing more.
Hesh P.O.V
Oh shit. Oh shit! Rorke just took Logan! No! Where the hell was our fucking evac?! Tears raced down my face as I laid there, staring at the last place I had seen my little brother. I couldn't believe he was gone. I wouldn't. I had to get him back! Rorke was going to turn him and I couldn't let that happen. Warm blood flowed from the bullet wound in my abdomen and sunk into the sand, turning it red.
I was starting to feel lightheaded but I couldn't pass out. Not when Logan was out there somewhere with Rorke. How was Rorke even alive?! We killed him! Usually when people die, they stay fucking dead! Damn it! The only thing I wanted to do was get up off my ass and run after them, but I couldn't because of my injuries. I felt like sleeping for a million years, but I didn't want to sleep until Logan was safe!
The sand in front of me was soaked with tears and I had no idea how long I laid there crying. First Rorke took my dad, and now he had Logan. This day couldn't possibly get any worse. After what seemed like forever, I heard helicopter rotors. I couldn't help but think about how far Rorke had probably gotten by now, dragging Logan along with him. This is awful. I waited a few minutes, then heard footsteps approaching. From what I could tell, it was Keegan.
"Hesh! You okay? Where's Logan?" He asked, kneeling down and looking at my injuries.
"R-R-Rorke... took h-him..." I choked out, more tears racing down my cheeks.
He stopped for a moment, too shocked to move.
"What? But you said Rorke was dead."
"We th-thought he was... But h-he took Logan! You gotta go f-find him!" I begged.
Keegan sighed and said, "Okay, but first we need to get you out of here."
I shook my head vehemently. Fuck no. I was not leaving without Logan.
"N-no! I'm not leaving without L-Logan!"
"Yes you are, Hesh. You've lost a lot of blood, so I don't want to hear it. We'll find Logan, don't worry." He said, patting me on the shoulder.
I would have argued more, but I didn't have the ability to form proper words any more. I would have struggled as he picked me up and brought me to the helicopter, but I just didn't have the energy. I was laid on a cot and Keegan started working on treating my injuries, as he was the medic on the team. He gave me a shot of morphine and I hated needles, but I wasn't paying attention to him. I was staring at the island with tears in my eyes as it grew smaller and smaller.
The last place I had seen my little brother.
A/N: Woah! Well that was angsty. Yay! This chapter was fun to write because of all the action. So I might/ might not always write in first person point of view as I did in this chapter. It just depends on which sounds better and what I feel like doing as I'm writing. But anyways, I feel like this was a good start! Please review and tell me what you think! ;D
