Logan POV

It's been about two months since the, thing. That's what I call it anyway. The 'incident' is what the guys call it. But in my opinion, it doesn't even deserve to be called anything. It's just, the thing.

Camille hasn't woken up yet. I've still been talking to her, even if she can't hear me. I like to think she does hear me everyday, telling her about my day. I just wish one day, she'd say something back. Before the, thing, she did all the talking. So it wasn't normal for me being the only one to speak. She was always so radiant, vibrant, everything I ever wanted. But for now, I didn't have her. She wasn't mine. I couldn't have a conversation like I usually would, I couldn't go out on a date with her, I couldn't just surprise her at her doorstep on occasions. I couldn't do anything, and it was killing me.

I'm staying strong though. I have to be, for the guys. Someone had to be.

We were driving home after visiting the girls one day, me in the drivers seat with Carlos in the passenger seat, and James and Kendall in the back.

"Hey, Carlos," Kendall started. "Is Steph any better?"

"Yeah, she's begun to accept it. She doesn't cry that much anymore," he said. Kendall looked surprised.

"You knew about her crying?" he asked him. Carlos just nodded in response. Kendall sighed and slumped back down in the backseat. James looked over at him.

"Jo feeling better?" he asked. Kendall nodded.

"Yeah, she's healing pretty quickly, the doctors say. But I think it's going slowly. But whatever, as long as the medicines working," he said.

The next few minutes were silent. They probably didn't want to ask about Camille. I understood that.

We arrived at the Palmwoods parking garage. As we walked into the lobby of the apartment building, we heard a deep scream.

"What was that?" I asked. The guys shrugged. We jogged over to where the sound came from; the pool. When we got there, we were shocked. There, lying on the ground, was no other than blond Jennifer. Her arms were bruised all over, and her legs also. Cuts covered her face. Her eyes, just starred up at the black sky blankly. I knew as soon as I saw her, that she was dead. Her head was oozing blood, it looked as if her skull cracked open. We all gasped.

"Jesus Christ!" James exclaimed. I looked over into the lobby, where a crowd was coming out into the pool area. I rubbed my temples, stressed as anyone could be. I knew it was happening. I knew it was. I just didn't want to believe it.

The men who raped Cammy, Jo, and Stephanie, were on a rampage. They were serial killers. And they didn't care who they killed, raped, or injured. They probably just did it for amusement. The expression on the victims' faces, the blood that stained the ground beneath them. Somebody needed to catch them. The police? No. they didn't care enough to solve it in time. We'd have to do it. Ourselves. I didn't know how, but we were going to.

We had no idea, what we got ourselves into when we agreed to this.