Title: Cold November

Author: Phatz

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Don't own them. So get the hell off my back.

Summary: AU. Logan is a hit man for Eric Lenscherr's crime family, but what happens when he meet's a young woman named Marie Xavier?

Authors Notes: Sorry about the delay. My spring semester started last week, so I've been kinda busy. Well, enjoy!

~Thoughts ~: are, you guessed it, thoughts.

Thursday, November 14th

"Logan, I am very disappointed in you." Eric said coolly, a glass of wine in his left hand.

"What?" Logan wasn't expecting this. Sure, when he came in this morning, he knew Eric would be upset he didn't kill the White Queen. But Logan would do it, probably before he called Marie tonight.

"Why didn't you kill Ms. Frost?" Eric asked, his voice dripped with an icy fierceness.

"She wasn't there," he replied simply, "I was going to do it today."

"No you are not. Victor already killed her last night."

Logan glanced at Vic. "What?"

"After you left, Ms. Frost came back, and Victor killed her. Now, normally I would be upset that Victor had followed you. But it has turned out to be beneficial. But tell me Logan, what was so important you couldn't wait for her?"

"The hooker I was speaking to said she wasn't working."

"Bullshit." Vic spoke up, twirling his knife in his hand. "That same hooker told me she was with a customer."

"Well then she lied to me."

Vic laughed. "You're full of shit. You don't lie very well."

Logan pulled out his gun, and pressed the cold barrel to Vic's forehead. "Fuck you."

Quicker than he could blink, Vic had his knife pressed to Logan's throat. "Try me asshole."

"Hey guys, calm down." Bobby said from his seat, his eyes darting between Vic and Logan.

"Bobby, quit being a pussy. If you want them to stop, make 'em." St. John said. "And what the hell are you two doing?" He said, pointing towards Logan and Vic.

"Killing each other." Logan responded.

"Quit the pissing contest." St. John quipped.

"Enough!" Eric Shouted. "Put your weapons away." Logan lowered his gun, and Vic removed his knife from Logan's throat. "Like I was saying, Logan, I do not care why you didn't kill her, the fact of the matter is you didn't. That is to never happen again, do you understand?" Logan nodded. "Good. Now I have a job for you. One of my sources has informed me that the mayor has decided on the new police commissioner."

"So? Who is it?" Logan asked, still agitated.

"His name is officer Scott Summers, and apparently he has, shall we say, a personal crusade to bring our organization down, and has been collecting information on us for quiet awhile. Needless to say, if he becomes commissioner, we will be at quiet a disadvantage."

"So you want me to kill him?"

"Yes. But I also want you to get information from him. What he knows, and whom he has told it too. Victor will be going with you."

"I can do it myself."

"I know you are capable of killing Summers yourself Logan. But to extract the information from him will undoubtly require torture. That is more of Victor's specialty."

"Then why not just send him? Why the hell do I need to go?"

"Because Victor can get rather… carried away, as you well know. I do not want Victor to kill Summers before we get the information we need. You will make sure he does not get carried away Logan. And Victor, don't give me a reason to be disappointed in you."

Vic smiled. "You got it boss."

Logan clenched his jaw tightly, and looked away from Eric. "Fine. Let's go Vic."

~~~~~

Scott Summers stepped out of the police station, and lifted his face to the sky, breathing in the cool, fresh air. He walked slowly down the steps, and began to head home.

He walked briskly down the streets of New York, thoughts of his job swirling around in his head. He was a captain in the NYPD, and had been with the force for about ten years. And he loved his job.

His latest case was bringing down the Eric Lenscherr crime family. Even though Eric's family was not the largest or most influential one in New York, and Scott hated crime in general, he was making it his personal mission to bring them down. He had a score to settle.

Scott was not a vengeful man by nature. He was your typical good guy – a boy scout. He kept his nose clean, and detested those who did wrong in his eyes, which made him a fairly judgmental person. He has even ratted out many corrupt cops, which is why he had few friends in the force, although he didn't care. He was there to stop crime and corruption, not make friends. Which is why he is about to become the youngest police commissioner in New York history. And that put him in a better position to finally get Eric Lenscherr.

His personal vendetta against the Lenscherr crime family has begun to consume his life. He was so close to having enough evidence to arrest and convict Eric, that he was going a little nuts with trying to get the final few pieces. His wife Jean was beginning to get concerned, but he didn't care. His mission in life was to see Eric rot in prison.

Three years ago Scott's younger brother; Alex Summers, was killed by Victor Creed, one of Eric's hit men. Vic had been assigned to kill a drug dealer that owed Eric money, and Vic was rather sloppy about it. He just killed him in an alley. And Alex walked by at the time, on his way to the store for milk. Vic then killed him. Alex was only twenty-four.

Scott stopped walking, and punched the side of a brick building in anger. He busted the skin on his knuckles open, but he didn't notice the blood drip down his fingers. ~Damn them, ~ he thought, ~my brother did not deserve to die! Those bastards think they can get away with anything! ~

Calming himself, Scott began to walk again, still lost in thought. He didn't see the large blonde man behind him swing a pipe at the back of his head. The pipe hit Scott's skull with a sickening thud, and he blacked out.

~~~~~

"Why the hell won't this bastard wake up!?" Vic paced around the empty warehouse, his hands clenched into tight fists at his side. He looked at the chair in the center of the room, where Scott Summers was tied up, and still unconscious. Vic stomped over, and punched Scott in the jaw. "Wake up dickhead!"

"Shut the hell up Vic." Logan said. He was leaning on the far wall, his arms crossed over his chest, and he was chomping on an unlit cigar.

"Fuck you." Vic spit in Scott's face. He still didn't move. "God damn it! How long has he been out?"

"'Bout four hours."

"What the hell! Shouldn't he have woken up by now?"

"I ain't a doctor. Besides, you're the dumb ass who hit him with a lead pipe. I told ya we should have just grabbed him and threw him in the truck."

"Where's the fun in that?"

"You're a sick fuck, ya know that?" Logan stretched his arms from his location near the wall, and looked at his watch for the eightieth time. Almost nine o'clock. Shit. "I'm gonna go take a piss."

"Fine."

Logan didn't really need to go to the bathroom. He needed to call Marie. He wanted to do it when he got home, but this shit with Scott was taking way too long.

He stepped out of the warehouse and gazed into the night sky. For some reason, it struck him as beautiful – and peaceful. Despite what he was and what he was doing.

He grabbed his cell phone from his jeans pocket, and dialed Marie's number.

"Hello?" A crackled female voice asked. Logan wasn't getting good reception.

"Marie? It's Logan."

"Hey Logan. I was just about to call you."

"Oh yeah?" Logan said, arching his right eyebrow, simply out of habit.

"Yeah. I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight. I know it's kinda late to go out, but I thought we could order some take out and watch a movie at my place."

Logan shut his eyes. Jesus Christ. She was asking him to come over. He knew that didn't necessarily mean sex – especially for a woman like Marie. But that still is probably the most intimate thing anyone has ever wanted to do with him. He could just imagine sitting on Marie's couch, with her cuddled closely to his side watching a movie. "Shit Marie. I'd love too but…"

"But?"

"I'm at work right now, and I kinda can't get out of it." ~Yeah, I'm killing and torturing a police officer. Sorry that interferes. ~ "Sorry." ~Sorry I'm such a fucking bastard. I don't deserve you. ~

"Oh. That's ok." Marie said, rather disappointed.

Fuck. She sounded… upset. God he really wanted to see her, to be near her. But he shouldn't. He's a worthless piece of shit. "I'm not busy tomorrow."

"What?"

"We can do that tomorrow. I'm not busy. Uh… unless you don't want too."

"No! That's great I'd love too. Do you just want to come over? Or go out?"

~Tell her to forget it. Tell her you're busy you dumb fuck. ~ "The movie and take-out sounds good." ~Idiot. ~

"Ok. That sounds great. Nine o'clock good for you?"

"Yeah."

"Ok. See you tomorrow Logan."

"Bye. I Lo-" Logan stopped speaking

"Huh? Did you say something Logan?"

"No. Bye Marie." Logan turned his cell phone off, and nearly threw it to the ground. He was such an ass. Not only is he continually lying to Marie, making her think he's worth a damn, he nearly told her he loved her. How fucking stupid was that? Logan didn't know what love was, and he only knew her for four days! But, he couldn't deny that he had this incredible attraction to her, and not just physically. Fuck. Maybe he was in love.

Clearing the images of Marie from his mind, Logan headed back to the room where Vic had Scott.

Stepping into the empty room, Logan finally lit his cigar, and blew out a large cloud of smoke. "He awake yet?"

"Yeah, I think he's waking up. Wake up ya dumb fuck!" Vic slapped Scott hard on the face.

Scott moaned, and slowly opened his eyes. "Wha…?"

"I said wake up!" Vic grabbed Scott's chin, and snapped his head up, making him stare at him right in the eyes. "Welcome, Officer Summers." Vic dropped his hold on Scott's face, and began to laugh.

"Where am I?" Now that Scott's eyes were more focused, He looked around the room. There was nothing. A few planks of wood, dust, and a single window. That was it. There were two men in the room, and Scott himself was tied to a chair. Shit. He must have been kidnapped. "Where am I?"

"In a room." Logan replied, once again leaning on a far wall.

"Who are you?"

"None of your damn business." Logan responded flatly.

Scott glanced at the other man standing on the right side of him. He was a big guy, with long blonde hair, and a scruffy beard. He had incredibly dark eyes, almost black. And he was tall. He looked like… "Creed. You're Victor Creed."

"What?" Vic walked over to Scott, and stood right in front of him. "What did you say?"

"You fucking bastard!" Scott screamed, trying to squirm out of the ropes that bound him to the chair. "You killed my brother!"

Vic laughed. "Really? Don't remember. I've killed a lot of people."

"I'll kill you!" Scott continued to rant, his angry overwhelming him. "He didn't deserve to die! I'll kill you!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Vic swung his fist, and hit Scott squarely in the jaw. Scott's head snapped back, and he stopped speaking. He stared at the floor, tears filling his eyes.

"You killed my brother…" Scott repeated softly.

"And now I'm going to kill you." Vic jerked his thumb towards Logan. "Or he is. We'll decide that in a bit. Right now you're gonna tell us everything you know about Eric Lenscherr."

Scott spit blood out of his mouth, and gave a weak laugh. "Why would I do that?"

"'Cause if ya don't, I'm gonna kill you."

"You're gonna kill me anyway."

"You're right." Vic once again pointed to Logan. "My friend here could just put a bullet in your brain, and it would be over nice and quick. But if ya don't tell us… let's just say, you'll eventually be begging for that bullet."

Logan grimaced from where he was standing. He knew Vic was violent but… he never really knew he enjoyed it so much. He could hear and see the joy he was having doing this. What a sick fuck. ~ You're no better. ~

Vic went on to pummel, kick, and, at one point, bite Scott. Scott was now pretty much unrecognizable, having two huge black eyes, and four very large gashes on his face that were still bleeding; two across his left cheek, one on his forehead, and one that went across his swollen right eye.

"God damn it! What the hell do you know about Eric!?" Vic roared. He was getting pissed off at the lack of information.

"Fuck…you…" Scott chocked out, blood oozing from his mouth.

Enraged, Vic uppercut Scott in the jaw, and stomped towards the corner of the room, cursing under his breath.

"I thought you were good at this shit." Logan muttered, still leaning against the wall.

"Fuck you!" Vic ran over to Logan, and got right in his face. "I outta fuckin' kill you, you worthless piece of shit! You're nothing but a fucking re-" Vic noticed something on the ground, and before he could finish insulting Logan, he bent over to pick it up. It was an old hammer.

Smiling broadly, Vic walked back over to Scott, knelt in front of him, and took off his shoes and socks. "Hey pretty boy." Vic looked up at Scott. "I gotta new game we can play. It's called 'you tell me everything you know about Eric, or I smash your toes with this hammer." Scott said nothing. "Ok here goes. What do you know about Eric?"

"Fuck you."

"Wrong." Vic swung the hammer at Scott's right big toe. The toe broke on impact, the hammer shattering both the toenail and the bone it self. Scott screamed in pain. "Again, what do you know about Eric Lenscherr?" When Scott didn't respond, Vic swung the hammer and broke his other big toe. Scott screamed again. "Well? What do you know?"

Scott didn't answer again, but when Vic raised the hammer, Scott began to speak. "Eric Lenscherr was born in Germany in 1937. He came to America in 1958, and began to work for the Patelliano crime family as a errand boy. In 1972, after working for Don Patelliano for fourteen years, Eric killed him and took over the family."

"That's a good start. What else?"

"I also know that since Eric took over, he has run a few drug rings, and has trafficked drugs into and out of the country." Scott stopped speaking as pain shot through his entrie body. When the pain subsided somewhat, he continued. "He also runs protection rings, and has purchased illegally many businesses, and gutted them and sold them. And, as far as I know, he has ordered the deaths of roughly fifty people give or take. And I believe he has a contact in the government, whether it's national or local, I don't know."

"That it Boy Scout?" Vic asked, sneering.

"Yeah. Now are you gonna fucking kill me or not?"

"That's a lot of shit you know." Logan walked over to Vic and Scott. "Why ain't you arrest Eric yet?"

"Because most of it is speculation. I don't have many hard facts."

"You tell anyone else any of this shit?" Vic asked, the hammer still hovering over Scott's foot.

"No."

"Really? What about her?" Vic held up Scott's wallet, and showed him the picture of a beautiful red head. "I'm assuming this choice piece of ass is your wife. What you tell her?"

"Nothing."

"Oh yeah? Maybe I should pay her a visit and fine out. Have a little fun with her, if ya know what I mean."

"Fuck you!" Scott roared, once again thrashing against his restraints, ignoring the pain. "Don't you touch her! She's doesn't know anything!"

"Yeah right."

"No! I swear to God she-" That was all Scott managed to say, as a bullet entered his temple, and passed through his head. He died instantly.

"What the hell Logan!"

Logan still had his smoking gun raised, and looked at Vic. "You got the info. I killed him. Now let's go." Logan tucked the gun in the back of his pants, and began to walk out of the room.

"What about his wife?"

"She doesn't know anything."

"How the hell would you know?"

"Because if Scott gave a shit about her, he wouldn't of told her anything that could cause her harm. Know shit about Eric would definitely cause her harm."

Vic grabbed his knife from where he discarded it on the floor, and walked ahead of Logan. "I'm gonna go kill her."

"No. Eric told us to kill Summers, not his wife."

"So? She might know something."

"Well if Eric orders you to kill her when we get back, be my guest. But I wanna get the fuck outta here."

"Fine."

They left.

(To be continued…)