A/N

Sorry for taking so long. I apologize for not updating, and as I've said before, I'm trying to hurry and end this story (I have reasons) and I'm sorry if there's a lot of time skipping in this, but I seriously need to get this over with. There might be a few chapters after this one, not sure. Hope you enjoy.

Carlos POV

Nothing is updated. Nothing changed.

I did business as usual, but nothing cropped up. I was hurting badly, and Logan has only been gone for about two weeks.

I cracked my crusty eyes open and stared at the heavy drapes on my windows. I've been crying all night, tearing myself apart. Usually, in a situation like this I would be thinking "Man up you piece of shit, Garcias don't cry."

But I just can't take it anymore.

My heart hurts badly, and all I want is Logan back.

The door opens and I sigh, blinking my eyes slowly in the dark before shutting them. I hear the footsteps receding deeper into my room, walking in front of my bed, and then I hear a shuffling sound.

Woosh!

Sunlight spills the room and I groan, rolling over to hold my hands over my face.

"Close the damn drapes." I mumble, wishing they'd leave me in the dark and go away.

"No."

I sit up and glare at Myranda as she sits next to me on the bed (after a difficult moment of jumping up and down) I glare at her, but find my hard look disappearing as I look at her for the first time since the hospital. I knew she's been living here, along with Johnny, since they left the hospital, but I didn't come out of my bedroom, except at night to do work. She puts food in my room, but sometimes I ignore it.

And well, its just hard to get mad at an innocent, pregnant woman.

"You look better."

It was true, most of her stitches had dissolved and her eye was a little yellow, but no longer swollen. Her arm was still broken, but she had a better cast on now. Most of her dark bruises had faded, barely visible, and her split lip was healed. She didn't seem to care about it now, though, because she still dressed nicely. She had a ribbon tied into a bow on her head and her large belly was under a pile of silky cloth that she wore as a t-shirt.

"Thanks. But you, my friend, look horrible. This isn't healthy."

I rolled my eyes and laid back down, curling into myself. Myranda huffed and grabbed my blanket and ripped it off.

"Get up! This isn't a time to be full of self-pity!" she screamed. I sat up and gritted my teeth, growling at her.

"What do you want me to do, eh?!"

"I want you to get up, and go do...do something! Logan needs you!"

"IF I KNEW WHAT TO DO, DONT YOU THINK I WOULDVE DONE IT ALREADY?!" I screamed. She flinched, but kept her stance.

"YOU HAVENT TRIED EVERYTHING!"

"IVE BEEN ALL OVER TOWN! THERE IS NO PLACE ELSE TO LOOK!"

"BUT LOGAN-"

"IS DEAD! LOGAN IS OBVIOUSLY DEAD!"

She bit her lip and hung her head.

"That might not be true..." she whispered.

"No! It's true! Trust me, if someone had Logan they would've said something, done something, anything! You don't think I don't know about this shit?!" I was now on my feet, not knowing how I had gotten from my bed to the middle of my room. I clenched my fists.

"Carlos, that-that might not be true..."

"No, it is true, and you know it. And if he isn't dead, then he's probably drugged up, being used as a prostitute. Or they smuggled him out of Minnesota, because if he was still here they wouldn't have taken him far." I sighed and turned around, walking over to the corner of my room. I picked up a bottle of half empty vodka off my nightstand. I don't like it for the taste, but it really helps.

I chugged half of it down, choking on the burning liquid.

"I already know hes not anywhere around here. I've contacted people I have heavy connections with in towns all across Minnesota. No one has seen hide nor hair of him." I whispered. I heard shuffling and turned to see Myranda closing the drapes slowly. I watched her rub her belly. She leaned forward a few times, then back. She pressed her hands into her belly and I watched her smile, before she turned to me.

"Well...go ahead and give up, but I still have hope."

And then she turned and left the room without hesitation.

I sighed and went to get back in bed when my cell phone rang. I stared at the blinking phone under my covers before I bit my lip and picked it up, answering it. I sucked in a breath and slowly let it out, dreading the answer.

"Yeah?"

"Carlos...you might need to take a look at this." I heard James say.

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My heart thumped dreadfully slow, but it ached with each step I took from my car.

I walked up to stand beside James, and I let out a small shaky breath as I stood there.

"Have the cops been around here yet?" james shook his head as Kendall appeared next to us. His green eyes were illuminated and really creeping me the fuck out.

"You okay, man?" I nodded and Kendall nodded, showing me the way. I shoved people out of my way as I walked around them. We got in front of the group and I held back a gasp at the small brunette flipped over in the mud puddle. I could see blood in the puddle, and around the ground, but I couldn't see a wound. I'm guessing either he was shot or his throat was slit. Either way this male was dead, and has been for a little while.

I stared down at the dark brunette hair, before I turned away and covered my mouth with my hand.

"Carlos." I felt James's hand on my shoulder, but I shook it off and shivered.

"Im fine, I'm just...I'm just cold."

"Carlos, it's not Logan." I turned around as Kendall slipped on a pair of plastic gloves as he rolled the body out of the mud. I swallowed back the hard feeling in my throat when I saw how much this poor kid looked like Logan. Kendall sighed and reached into the males pocket, whipping out a surprisingly purple wallet.

"Im guessing he's gay." I whispered, but I grabbed a pair of gloves and slipped them on, too, kneeling beside Kendall as I searched him. I reached into his pockets but I felt nothing but gum and a wrapper.

In the other pocket, something jingled, so I reached in, hoping to come up with something. I felt a key chain, but I pulled it out anyway.

I gasped this time and dropped the key chain, staring at it. It was silver and empty, except for two items. One was a brown poptart with an odd smile on it, and the other was a yorkie. I growled and picked it up, wanting to do nothing but throw it as far as I could.

But I pocketed it with a sigh.

Kendall found nothing on the male, but decided to go through his wallet instead.

"Found a...permit? Seems this guy is 15, well he was seeming he turned sixteen a month ago, and his name is Mitch A. Glonell."

I studied the male once more, lowering my hand to wipe away the mud from his face.

"He didn't do anything wrong." I whispered. The male looked like he died crying. I wiped the mud off his eyelids and then lifted then. Brown eyes, but looked glassy and cold.

I shut them again and rolled his stiff body back into the mud. I didn't want to leave him there but it wasn't a choice.

I sighed and fingered the Yorkie in my pocket.

"Place an anonymous call for the body, clean up and let's get out of here." I turned and sighed, pulling the yorkie out of my pocket.

None of this seemed to make sense.

Logan's POV

I don't know how long I've been here, but it seemed like a century.

My dad...I mean...Brian had put blankets all over the windows, so I could see nothing but darkness every minute of the day. I was never unhooked from the mattress, so I had to stretch and move as much as I could to make sure my muscles didn't atrophy.

Brian had a catheter brought in the next day and inserted the painful tube. It was embarrassing, and uncomfortable, but it was my only option. Brian stood there with a menacing glare that day (or night?) as I had to force myself to not urinate in front of him. But, he held his damn stance and then when he sat down next to me, I let go and sobbed.

After he raped me the first day, he continued to do it, every other day. Or was it even a different day? I really couldn't tell the time difference. But, all I knew was my legs were stained and covered in my blood. I felt dizzy even lying down, and I wondered how long I would last here.

I swallowed thickly and groaned at my dry throat, wondering when the last I had eaten was. My stomach ached and grumbled, but I tried to ignore it. My stomach rumbled and burned in hunger.

I groaned and moved around on the bed as much as I could, wishing Brian at least let me wear clothes. But, no he kept me bare naked.

I heard heavy footsteps and I began whimpering uncontrollably, trying to pull my legs up to cover me a bit, at least to give me some modesty.

But Brian whipped the door open. He walked into the room and loomed over me. I whimpered and shut my eyed, but gasped when the cold metal against my wrists was finally released. I sat up and rubbed my wrists immediately.

"O-ow.." I whipsered. I looked up at Brian with fear, before curling in on myself.

"P-please, leave me a-alone..." but I screamed as he picked me up and slammed me into a wall. I cried out in pain as he held me back with one arm. I felt his other hand go lower and I screamed, kicking my thin legs. I felt the dull pain flash up my spine and I began sobbing.

"Shut the fuck up." Brian growled.

"I-it hurts! Please!"

I screamed when he grabbed my penis and tugged on it a few times.

"NO!"

"I SAID SHUT UP YOU BITCH! I'm not gonna do anything!" I squeezed my eyes shut and let my tears dribble from under them. I felt his hand squeeze again and then he gripped the catheter and yanked. I screamed as the tube slipped out it me. I had been forcing my urine back but when he ripped it out, I felt my bladder basically cave in and I gushed, my bodily fluids going everywhere. I looked down in fear when I saw blood mixing in and I sobbed hard as a sharp pain went through my penis.

"Please, it..it hurts..." Brian forced me to my knees and he reached into his jacket pocket. I heard something jingle and I watched in fear as he pulled out a collar, with a leash to match, and a bandana all bundled together. He gripped my hair, yanking, making tears appear in my eyes.

"I swear to god, you little bitch, if you pull any funny business, it'll be nothing but trouble for you." he hissed. I nodded gently, grimacing at the feeling of my hair being yanked. The collar was looped around my neck. I tugged at it, but Brian slapped my hand away and looped the leash onto my neck. He knotted the blindfold behind my head, and then forced me onto all fours.

"Wait-What are we- but he slapped me across the cheek and I shut up. I've never felt more vulnerable and weak in my life.

He tugged on the leash, hard, making me choke around the already tight collar. I began crawling slowly, whimpering and painfully moving.

"W-why do I need a collar?" I squeaked. I heard a groan and then something went in my leg. I gasped at the prick.

"Fine, we'll do it your way, Cupcake." He said in a leering voice.

I tried standing up, but then everything around me felt weird.

I collapsed.

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When I woke up the blindfold had been removed, but I was linked to a bedpost by the leash. Everything felt hot and sticky, but I couldn't remember anything. My throat felt dry, and my body ached and burned.

I sobbed, and moved my hands, only to find them bonded with tape.

"S-someone untie me!" I cried. I felt the bed dip and I turned to see Brian sitting there. He gave me a leery smile as another man stood behind him.

"Wow, he sure is a cutie when he's awake. Anyways thanks man." I watched the two evil men shake hands and the other left, leaving Brian and I. I whimpered and tried moving, but he grabbed a hold of me.

"You know, you're moans are really cute." my eyes widened in horror.

"m-moans?! What did you do to me?!"

"Just gave ya a little something to help." I felt his hand creeping up my leg and I sobbed, glancing around the room to see if anything could help me out of this. The curtains were heavy and covered the whole windows, so it was pitch black once more. There was nothing for me to do, except loll my head to the side and stare at the digital clock by the bed. I gasped and bit my lip.

I've been here for almost a month, according to the date on the clock.

I felt something prick me again and I screamed, looking at Brian in horror.

"Now, its my turn for a bit of fun." he leered. I watched him as the drugs began taking effect. I shut my eyes and my legs were spread. The tears dribbled out of my eyes as the drugs made me feel lighter than I probably was, having barely eaten. I felt like I was on a cloud and then when I opened my eyes, the room was lit up in bright pink.

I looked around, my eyes glazed over as I stared in amazement. Then I saw him.

"Carlos?"

"Oh baby." he gently moaned. He loosened the tape on my hands and I shot up, hugging him as he moved in between my legs.

"Youre here. You're here, you found me."

"shhh...relax and let me do the work." he whispered. I felt him press inside of me and then I cried out, grabbing him and wrapping my arms around him.

"Carlos...baby...it hurts." I whimpered. I felt him shush me and then he was pounding, making the pain disappear.

"Car-Carlos!"

"Logie, I'll make it feel good." he whispered. I delved deeper into this fantasy, happy to finally have him.

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When I came off the high of the drugs, it was dark and Brian was asleep next to me. I was still locked to the bed, but it's not like I was going to go anywhere. I could hear people talking in the living room and I figured it was his friends.

This wasn't fair.

Why me? What did I ever do?

I wanted to return to that pink world, where everything was better, and HE was there. My beautiful carlitos was there to comfort me. Hold me.

I knew it was nothing but the drugs but it was better than dealing with reality. Than dealing with him.

I sobbed and twitched, from withdrawal of the drugs. I tried sleeping, but I twitched and spasmed through the night. I couldn't feel anything but the aching need to return to the pink world.

Carlos POV

I opened my eyes once more and glanced blearily around the room. I had fallen asleep in my office again.

I sighed and rubbed my face, hesitant to do something. I was stumped. Stuck. Trapped.

I picked up the box that was on my desk and shook it. Key chains of yorkies, of the letter L, and other various items that were left behind.

I chucked the box away and listened as it all crashed and broke on the floor. I out my head in my hands and for probably the millionth time, I sobbed, letting my tears dribble off my face,

Twelve bodies. Twelve bodies in almost a month and a half.

I don't know what this person was doing, but I was confused by it all. These people had so much in common about their physical appearances I was fucking messing up. They all looked like him, Logan. Their eyes were brown, their hair was brown and they all had almost the same facial features.

But that's the only thing that was in common. They were all innocent in this, nothing but figures in a game. I sighed and picked up a notepad and looked at it, flicking through all these peoples names. All these kids were fifteen and sixteen, innocent bystanders. None of their names had anything in common.

The door opened and I turned to watch Myranda as she wobbled in, her feet swelling. Her belly was large and she was halfway through her seventh month. Her belly was huge, and she was hormonal more than ever. She was always sobbing, but I tried to ignore it. I don't need a reminder about it all the time.

She gave me a sort of sad smile and then set down a sandwich on my desk.

"Find anything?"

"No. And I'm not going to find anything if you bother me." I mumbled. She sighed and walked around to the other side of my desk, wrapping her arms around me and pressing herself into my side. She jumped in the middle of it and chuckled, rubbing her belly.

"The baby says hi." she whispered. I sighed and tried to focus, staring at the names again. Nothing came to mind. Finally, I turned and pulled her close, wrapping my arms around jeer and resting my head on her belly, listening to it kick.

"Hi there." I whispered. The baby kicked again and I chuckled.

"Shes really excited, I think she wants to get out soon."

"But your only in your seventh month, can't that be bad?"

"Dont worry she won't come out yet. My due date isn't until the beginning of December." I nodded and rubbed her belly again.

"Your so lucky to...have something as wonderful as this."

She nodded as the door opened again and Johnny walked in, holding Poptart. My poor dog was being neglected by me, just because it hurt to look at her. She was covered in bandages, and two weeks ago her stitches had finally dissolved. She whimpered when Johnny set her down, and then she slowly made her way over to me. I stared at her for a moment, then I bent down and slowly scooped her up.

"How has she been?" I asked Johnny quietly. He sighed and sat down on the edge of the desk, grabbing Myrandas hand and squeezing. She flinched, but then slowly curled into him. He wrapped his arms around her.

"Shes been good. Ive been giving her the pain medication the vet gave her." I nodded and sighed, letting my dog lie in my lap and snooze. I began looking over the names again when Johnny stopped me.

"Whats that?"

"Names. Names of those kids that have been getting murdered." I said quietly. Johnny made a humming sound, like a "hmm" and took the notepad. He frowned and then picked up a pen and jotted something on the notepad.

"You...say these kids have looked like Logan, right?" Johnny looked at me from under his mop of platinum hair with concerned eyes. I nodded and he set the notepad down, getting up to lean over next to me.

"Look at this. Each name has the same amount of letters in the first and last name, added together with the first initial of the middle name."

I rubbed my chin, scratching at my thick stubble.

"Okay, continue." Johnny grabbed the pen and started writing down.

"I think I see the connection. See this name here? Megan I. Tolch." I frowned and watched as he began marking out letters and putting them together to spell "LOGAN MITCHELL."

"What the hell..."

"Same for this one, Mitch A. Glonell. They all spell out Logans name!"

"Their all pseudonyms." Myranda whispered.

"So, Logan HAS been the target the whole time!" I cried out.

"Exactly why you haven't been threatened with his life! They didn't care what you did, they just wanted to get rid of Logan!" Johnny said, shocked.

"Oh my god. I just remembered something." i dove for my laptop and quickly opened it, going into one of the many email accounts I have.

"Ive been getting these weird emails, just random ones but not from anybody really, like commercial-wise." I grabbed a notepad and jotted down all of the letters in the email. It cintianed more letters and numbers, but I sat down and began trying to decipher it. I looked up at Johnny.

"Call Kendall and James, tell them Im going to need their help." Johnny nodded and left the room in a hurry. Myranda stood theremin, biting her nail and watching me.

"You okay?"

"Im worried." she whispered. I rubbed her arm and slowly smiled.

"Its okay, Ive got this."

She left without another word, waddling from the room, and I turned back quickly hacking into the city's records, looking for names, anything that could help me.

It suddenly struck me. A thought. A string on a name.

I looked down at the notepad with the email and I scratched it out, and rearranged some of the letters. It made sense. It clicked in my head and I stood in a hurry, holding my dog in my arms as I ran from the room.

I knew who was behind this.

Logans POV

After a week of being locked to the bed, Brian shoved me into the small closet he had in his room, only big enough for me to either stand or lie down in the fetal position, and locked me in there. He opened the door two times a day, once for food, the other for bathroom. I had to stand up and move around in the dark closet so I wouldn't lose the small amount of strength I had left.

I wore no clothes, bare naked as the day I was born, and I was greasy, my skin was nasty and felt brittle and cold to the touch. I still had rust-colored stains all over my legs from where the blood had never left, and bloody holes in my arms, legs, thighs, feet, and even my bottom from the needle pricks that had been supplying me with those drugs.

I was bad. Really bad. Even though it was pitch black, I felt my body turning into nothing but a skeleton, my bones stuck out, my ribs felt like a cage. My stomach had sunken in, and so have my cheeks. I could feel the bags under my eyes, like dead weight on my face, and my fingernails had become a tad bit longer and gnarly. They were covered in my dribbles of blood, from where I had scratched myself hard enough to cut my skin open.

Every chance I got to go to the restroom, I tried to avoid my appearance but finally curiosity got the best of me one day. I looked and started sobbing at the unrecognizable person I saw in the mirror. I looked...dead.

I shook and screamed all the time, beating on the walls, crying for the drug I was administered all day. Brian had just cut me off randomly, and it was tearing me apart. I didn't know if it was crack, or heroin, or what, but I needed it. I needed it badly.

I'm nothing anymore.

There's nothing left of me.

Logan is gone, and I don't think he's coming back.

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I don't know how long I've been in the closet. It could've been a month. It could've been a week. It could've even been a year. I tried to keep track from the bathroom breaks, but after a while my mind had become fogged. I couldn't keep up with anything anymore, and after a while, all I could was sit and stare at the wall. If I could even see it.

Could I?

Was it really there, or was it just empty darkness?

I stood slowly, wobbling and feeling the pain run up my back and I toppled forward, hitting the darkness with my face. Nothing but a wall.

I banged and hit the wall, stuttering out some random words my mind couldn't comprehend.

"Shut the fuck up!" I heard come from outside the door. I cried and fell against the door, beating it with my bare hands, scratching and ramming into it. I screamed and sobbed, scratching and clawing. I felt the edge of several nails break off as I dug them into the door.

Finally the door opened, with a quick whoosh, and I was pushed back into the wall. I screamed and cried, clawing at the hand that held me back.

"N-need it...need it..." I whispered. I looked at the unpromising figure, whose face was swirled in my eyes. I saw them hold up something that glinted, and it took me a moment to loll my head to the side and focus.

It was a syringe.

"Is this what you wanted?" why was his voice distorted?

"y-yes! Please!" the needle went in my neck, the pain flashing through me for a moment. I gave a happy cry and as soon as they released me, I fell to the floor, giggling my mind out. I grabbed a hold of their leg as the drug started taking effect.

"Thank you,t-thank you." I bawled and giggling into their thick leg.

"Whatever, get on all fours bitch." they hissed. But I was floating away, into the soft pink clouds as they rolled my body onto my stomach. The pink clouds took on a soft lilac color, and then red...red everywhere. I could feel it...something. It hurt. It hurt badly.

Why it hurt? Why?

Did I do something bad?

I picked up one of the red clouds in my hand and I watched it dissolve into liquid and dribble out of my fingers.

I didn't like this place. I didn't like the red clouds. Then suddenly I was screaming, and feeling something in my tummy. My...my body...I...

The lilac clouds returned, turning to a dark purple, before they turned baby green and then pink. I felt like a wind moved me, and I fell onto the clouds as they turned black.(1)

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My eyes were just open, but I don't know how long I've...I've been...awake. If I had been awake at all.

It was so dark I couldn't tell if I was sleeping or not.

I was lying in an awkward way, but when I reached down, I felt something wet dribble along my fingers from between my legs. Was it on the floor? Maybe it was something you drink. I was thirsty, because my throat was really dry. I wondered why it was dry.

I felt a pain behind my eye and I began crying. Why does I hurt? I hurt? I...am...is it right? I...I can't...my mind hurts...

I curled up, screaming out in protest as my body burned.

The darkness covered me like a blanket.

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The door opened and I blinked, crying out and covering my face with my boney fingers as the bright light burned my eyes.

"Come on." a gruff voice said, and I was grabbed by a couple of strong arms, Wichita gripped the boney remains of my arms and legs, lifting me to my legs. I stumbled and fell as they let go of me, but someone held me up. I felt something lock around my wrists, a zip-tie I think. I lolled my head around, my eyes widening and blinking as they turned wet and I couldn't see past the light. I felt like a sick, dead weight as they dragged me out and down the hall, into...one of the rooms. It was black, and dark in the room, with only a lamp on.

I thanked them for the dim room, because now I could see.

They set me down on the floor and I lolled my head to the side.

"I...I'm thirsty." I whispered with a rough voice. Someone forced my head back and opened my mouth, dumping cold water into my mouth and all over my face. I swallowed it great fully,then I listened as someone chuckled.

I lolled my heavy head to look up as a man squatted in front of me.

I blinked once. Twice.

The mans face stopped swirling and I gently gasped.

It couldn't be.

"D-Dak?"

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DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN... So was that long enough? WAS IT GOOD?! Because I worked forever! I hope you guys liked it!

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