A/N
Yep, so here we go.
Oh and I'm sorry the last chapter sucked, I don't know much about drugs except their bad for you O.0
Well, ANYWAYS...TO THE STORY!
Logan's POV
My head spun a bit more but I tried my hardest focusing on Dak's face. He smirked at me and grabbed my chin, forcing my lolling head to look at him.
He drew a finger down my chin and I groaned.
"D-Dak? W-what...I don't...get this..." He let go of my head and the weight made my head hang. I heard him stand and he chuckled.
"Lie him down on the couch. I want him to look at me. And at least put some pants on his ass, I don't want to have to look at his dick for the time being." The strong arms gripped me again, and I could feel my bones crush as they threw me on the couch. Someone sat me up and then someone else was tugging something up my legs. I couldn't move, my body felt so weak.
I lolled my head to the side and let it rest on my shoulder as I stared at Dak. He was sitting across from me, his arms resting on the arm rests and his hands put together. He smirked at me and crossed his legs.
He didn't look the same. I took in as best as I could in my hazy state. He wore guyliner...um I think a leather jacket. For once, I saw him in skinny jeans. And then he had chains and something silver.
My eyes grew tired, so I shut them and sighed.
"Wake him back up." a hard hand came into contact with my boney face and I gasped as I felt a small crack in my face. I think he broke something. I opened my heavy eyes and stared at Daks menacing brown eyes.
"How are you, Logan?" he chuckled. I tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was a wheeze. Dak chuckled, his voiced a little deeper.
I wheezed again, a little squeak coming out.
"Good, good. Do you know why I'm here? Why this is happening?"
Something surged, not big, but it surged within me and I leaned forward a bit quickly they shoved me back onto the couch and I stopped, breathing heavily. Even moving by myself left me with no energy. Dak laughed, and I sneered a little, wincing at the pain in my face.
"Oh, man, aren't you funny! Thinking you can take me on!"
"You're...a...bastard..." I wheezed.
"And you're a snobby little bitch. I bet you're widddeee open now." I grimaced at what he meant and I gently shifted on the couch. I felt so tired.
"I...I...am...not...you're...just..."
"Just, what? Huh? Tell me what you think, bitch." he sneered, before laughing.
"Youre...just...upset...about...Wayne-Wayne..." he sneered at me and lifted a foot to rest next to me. Then he kicked me in the thigh. I cried out and lifted a shaking, weak hand to grab the tender flesh.
"I don't give a fuck about Wayne-Wayne. Not anymore." I looked at him in confusion. He laughed again. I swallowed hard, feeling nothing go down my throat. Dak's face went hard and serious and he looked around at everyone in the room.
"Get out. Now." he hissed. Everyone glanced at each other, before some left to go down the hall, another few went outside. Dak stood as they were gone and he leered over me, growling menacingly. I watched his fists open and close, and I saw a few stains on them, rusty colored.
I felt like pissing my pants at that moment.
He grabbed me and held me up in the air, dangling me above the ground.
"You don't know what it's like to be me, so shut up for a moment. If you don't, I'll break your neck without hesitation." he said in a low, demonic voice that scared me. I shook and shivered, twitching along with it. He dropped me and I fell back on that couch, lying in an awkward position. I stared up at Dak, not being able to move my head to much.
He squatted next to the couch and grabbed my head, gripping my hair.
"Now you better listen closely. Because I'm never going to repeat these words."
I swallowed and stared at him with wet eyes.
"You...you are the one that ruined it for me."
"I-" I swallowed back a cry as he ripped my hair. I let my tears fall and bit my lip.
"I should've been in your place...with that beautiful life style, with Carlos..." his voice trailed off as he said Carlos's name in a sickly sweet manner. Like he was swallowing honey.
"Then you, little asshole, little bitch, had to come along and take my place."
"You didn't...like Carlos...you were a bully-" he ripped my hair again and I cried.
"You feel this pain? You feel it? I went through this shit everyday, I couldn't escape from it. My dad wasn't my dad, he was basically a stranger my mom married, then died and left me with. I went through torture everyday, and when I was nine, he locked me in a closet for two months."
"I saw no reason to keep on living...until I met him..." Dak's eyes glistened as he looked away, licking his lips in thought. He turned back to me with angry eyes and gripped my hair harder.
"I was forced by this man that I didn't even know, who I had to call 'Dad', he gave me drugs. I almost died. I sat at this bridge one day, wondering if I should just jump over it, end it all. He walked past, and he was so..." dak gave a little heavenly sigh," so beautiful. Dominant, powerful. I could see it radiating off of him. I wanted him. I would've become his slave if I could, just to be with him."
His angry glare moved back to me.
"I saw reasons to keep living. But why would he want a nobody like me? I tried so hard for so long to get his attention. But, all he wanted were those damn hoes. I could see he was lonely. I wanted him to see, to see ME..." his eyes glistened again.
"All through middle school and high school, I tried gaining popularity, making myself noticeable, making HIM notice me. I tried so hard..." his grip on my hair tightened and he turned his suddenly dark and angry eyes, that were...calm. They were black and calm, but so angry.
"But then all he could see was pity-party Logan Mitchell. The kid who didn't even have it as bad as I did. I became a drug addict when I was nine, not willingly either." at that moment, I twitched. He laughed darkly.
"Feeling the side effects, hmm? I had to go through the detoxing of that for a few months. Feels great, doesn't it?"
I sobbed as he ripped my hair, letting go and dropping the small clumps of hair falling to the ground. He grabbed my cheeks and squeezed, pushing my lips out.
"When I realized I couldn't have him, because he was stuck on your little pathetic ass,I didn't know what to do. Then, I met Wayne-Wayne. You guys mauve have underestimated him, but he was a great lover."
"You said...you...didn't...care..." I wheezed. He slapped me and I screamed as the small broken part of my face, a broken cheekbone maybe, burned. He grabbed my face again and I sobbed.
"Really? Do you really think any of those guys would follow a guy who 'misses' some dead dude?!" he said it in a mocking voice.
"You...he..."
"I loved him." he hissed. I squeezed my eyes.
"He didn't...care...about...you." Dak stood, grabbed me and threw me down. He began punching me and I screamed.
"You didn't know him! You ruined my life! My idol, my savior doesn't care about me and my lover is dead, ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! I went through shit everyday of my life until I was 13, and I tried so hard for Carlos to see ME, NOT YOU! This isn't fair! Why should YOU, a little scrawny ass, get something as great as him?! I DESERVED HIM NOT YOU!"
I could see the rage in his eyes, so I held up a thin arm, shaking and twitching as I tried to get him to stop.
Finally, when he was done, I rolled over onto my side, lying on my thin ribs, and I vomited, dry-heaving as I spewed bile and blood.
Dak rolled me back over and I stared up at him in fear.
"Please...don't do this..." I squeaked. He stared down at me.
"You ruined everything for me. I could get through the day just seeing Carlos by himself, knowing he'd be mine someday. Then...you killed Wayne-Wayne, the only person who really cared about me! He actually gave a damn! You messed it all up! You ruined my life..." I watched his eyes go dark.
I twitched and felt my body ache and burn, meaning I was either detoxing or something internally was screwed up.
"...You didn't realize what I went through...so I made you. I made you feel what I went through, the drugs, the abuse, the forced sex. Being in nothing but darkness. Having no one there to hear you scream." he whispered. I sobbed harder as he lifted me to my feet and his hands fell all over my body. I sagged on my knees, not having enough strength in them right now to hold myself up.
"When you're gone, I'll have a much better chance at being with him..." he whispered, his voice turning sugary sweet at the last word. I groaned as he grabbed my groin and squeezed extremely hard. I whimpered in pain and looked up at him. I licked my dry tongue against my cracked lips and whimpered.
"What...what...are..you going to do?..." I wheezed. Dak smiled and I could basically see the insanity radiating off of him.
"Finishing off my plans. I'm making you feel what Wayne-Wayne felt." he punched me and I fell to the ground as I blacked out.
Carlos's POV
I sped along the roads as fast as I could without getting pulled over, but at that moment I didnt care. Kendall and James followed me with more people in their car, and three more cars filled with people were following. I knew Dak had Logan, and I had an idea of where he was keeping him.
I don't know why he was doing this, but I figured when Wayne-Wayne died he had taken over his place, so he had reinforcements. And a reason.
But I don't get it still.
But I don't care. I pulled up in front of Logan's dads house, whipping into the driveway and parking odd, but I grabbed my gun and ran from the car into the house. I burst in, holding the gun up and sneering at the few men I found. I could hear everyone pulling up behind me and Kendall burst in alongside me. He held a gun, too and glanced between me and the men.
"WHERE IS HE?"
None of them looked intimidated, but I didn't care. I cocked my gun and grit my teeth, before pointing my gun at one of the men.
"Okay, little boy, calm down-" one chuckled, I stepped forward and placed the cocked gun to his forehead. I shook, I was so angry.
"WHERE. IS. HE?"
"Who, that little bitch of a boyfriend? He ain't nothing but shit anymore." one said. I turned, and without hesitation, and pulled the trigger, the bullet bursting through the mans forehead and splattering brains all over the wall behind him. All the men that sat around me now stiffened and stared at me. I glanced at Kendall.
"Check the rooms." I whispered. He nodded and left, holding his gun up as he checked the rooms. I turned back and surveyed the men.
"Who do you work for?" I hissed.
"I-"
"WHO ARE YOU INVOLVED WITH?!" I cocked my gun again and smacked one man with it. He groaned and stared up at me.
"His name is like Devon or some shit, and that hurt you little cocksucker!" I pressed the nozzle to his temple and eyed him.
"Say it again. I dare you."
"I-"
"Carlos!"
I stepped back and glanced at Kendall, but never taking my eyes off them. They all sat in silence, mourning their dead pal. Kendall came to stand beside me and showed me what he found. I recognized them as Logans clothes.
"Son of a bitch..." I hissed. Then I heard the squealing of tires and I glanced out the kitchen window, the opposite and back side of the house, as a few cars started and whizzed by. I gripped Logans clothes in one hand and started running outside. I watched the cars burst through the bushes and zipped into the woods. I knew that if they could find flat land, they could get onto one of the paths out in the woods and go anywhere.
I aimed with my gun and shot, pumping off rounds as fast as I could. I hit nothing but the back of the last car.
"FUCK!" I screamed and ran towards my car. It was fast, but I knew it wouldn't matter on the land that the trucks and SUVs could drive on. But I needed to get to them.
I jumped into my car and swerved around, listening to the cars behind me as we swerved. I sped into the woods, bursting through leaves and branches that scratched my car as I sped along the bumpy road. I was paranoid about splicing a tire, so i swerved around a lot as I tried to follow the trucks.
I swerved around the trees as fast as I could, before I gained up on them. We burst through the trees and onto a path as I swerved up next to them. I yanked my gun out and rolled down my window, sneering at the male next to me as I pulled off a few rounds. Since the truck was higher than I was, the bullets burst into the door, but finally my last one hit the passenger and blood burst everywhere. The driver swerved and I heard a cry.
Suddenly something rammed into me and I turned to see a black SUV ramming into me. The truck and the SUV began ramming me, pushing me around on the road. I tried ramming into one, but the truck next to me pulled back and the SUV slammed into me. I skidded off the road and I gasped as I fell off a small overhanging. I dove to the backseat as my car crashed into a tree. I slammed my head into the dashboard, and everything went fuzzy.
I blinked and opened my eyes, ignoring the horrible pain as I stumbled from the car and ran back up. James squealed to a stop next to me and jumped out.
"Shit! Carlos are you okay?" he touched my bleeding head and I hissed at him.
"GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!"
"Carlos you're hurt-"
"I don't care! THEY HAVE LOGAN!"
James and I clambered into the car. I sat on the console, since every seat was taken and I shouted at James.
"GUN IT!"
James put his foot to the ground and we sped off as fast as we could, trying to catch up with everybody, but they were pretty far ahead. I wasn't going to let them get away. Not this time.
Logans POV
They threw me in the back of a car, ropes and tape binding my limbs together and blinding me as they drove, fast and hard. I could hear gunshots, and they drove faster, the car bouncing. I hurt bad, and this was making my body ache as they skidded to a stop somewhere, but then everything went downhill, and I rolled around in the trunk, I screamed as what felt like toolboxes fall on me, other heavy stuff.
Something slid and slammed into my groin and I cried, letting my tears blot the blindfold.
"HELP! HELP!" I screamed, but then things went uphill, and I rolled to the other side of the trunk, so now I was lying on the toolboxes. I screamed harder as the car swerved and bumped, and I slammed into the walls of the trunk. It hurt, I was hurt, and I needed medical assistance badly, but there was no point since I figured they were going to kill me.
The car stopped and I slammed into the wall as the trunk popped open again and the cold air covered my skin, making me shiver.
"Did we lose them?"
"We lost them about twenty minutes ago, when we went over that hill, but over that second hill, they won't find us."
I heard a chuckle.
"Good. Now, start digging, right over there beside that marker."
"That where Wayne-Wayne is?"
"Yes. Now do it." I listened as the wind blew, trees and leaves scattered, and I could hear a creek not to far away as they grabbed me and dragged me out of the trunk. I cried as my thin legs were dragged against the ground, banging and hitting. I felt roots and twigs rip open cuts as they dragged me, and I cried. But Dak, I'm guessing, grabbed my face and slapped.
"SHUT UP!" I sobbed harder as he punched me a few times and threw me down.
He panted and I could hear leaves crunch all around me as people walked. Something, I'm guessing a shovel, was being buried into the ground and continued throwing I'm guessing dirt. I heard people walk around me, then I sensed as someone squatted next to me, and then their hand was on me. I squirmed and squeaked.
"Hes cute. Come on, lemme have a turn."
"No. Now get your damn hands off of him." Dak hissed. I thanked God he at least gave me a small break. I began silently crying, before I sniffed and moved.
"Dak?"
"What, what do you want, cunt?"
"Please...don't do this. You don't-"
"Shut up!"
I sobbed harder, before I gave a shaky exhale and closed my eyes under the blindfold.
"Dak?" I said even quieter. I heard him make a sneering noise.
"What?"
"...at least...take care of Carlos... A-and m-make sure Myranda, and her baby girl, are safe. It's the least you could do as my death request." I whispered. Dak chuckled.
"You think I'm going to pity you? I'm going to take VERY good care of Garcia. And that bitch, Myranda? Like I give a fuck. You know, I might even bang her pretty ass before I seduce him, just to get things started."
"DONT YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER! She's going to have a baby, Dak! Please! At least stay away from her, for my sake!"
I listened to Dak laugh.
"Why should I do anything for you?"
I began sobbing.
"Please. It's just-"
"Shut up. We're done talking." I heard him whisper.
"Put him in the hole." I began flailing as much as I could as they lifted my body up and then I was carried.
"NO! NO! PLEASE!" but they threw him into this hole, and I hit the wet dirt as the rain began falling. I sobbed and tried moving, but I couldnt see nor could I move my limbs. I didn't Wang go accept my death, not yet, I wasn't ready. I could feel it. My heart pounded harder than it ever has, and I finally stilled, letting peace drift into my mind, it was the only thing that I could think of.
Carlos. Nothing but my beautiful Carlos.
The dirt piled on me, and I closed my mouth as the heavy dirt sat on me.
"Carlos..." I whispered before a clod of dirt covered my face and it went silent.
Carlos's POV
I jumped from the car as soon as I spotted the car tracks leading down a hill. Everyone followed as I began running down the hill, falling and sliding down it. I panted and felt my heart ram in my chest as I ran faster and faster. I was so close, so close, I could feel it.
I darted through the creek at the bottom, jumping over to the next hill. It was steep, but the tire tracks led up them. I ran as fast as I could, feeling my body begin to ache as I fell a few times, but I dig my nails into the hard dirt and I climbed back up. As soon as I reached the top, I could see numerous hills, but there was so many trees clumped together, and leaves all over the ground. I couldn't find any more tire tracks as I searched. I began running as everyone climbed the hill behind me, and Kendall slid down the side of the hill to catch up to me.
I yanked out my gun and looked at him as I cocked it.
"Get ready for blood to fly." I hissed. He nodded and did the same as we all ran, James behind Kendall. He grabbed Kendall and yanked him back, and I could hear James telling him something, but I didn't listen. I knew he was reassuring him, trying to make sure Kendall stayed safe. He almost died for Kendall last year, and I'm not surprised if he'll do it again.
I climbed up one hill and instantly pressed myself into the side of a tree. Everyone saw my actions and ducked, Kendall and james sliding up into a tree across from me. James peeked around the tree and hissed.
"I see a few of them, but I don't see Zevon. Nor Logan."
"Their further back, I wouldn't be surprised if their back over a few hills. But their here, I can tell."
"Kill any of them that get in your way." I hissed. I listened as James pulled out his knives, and people behind us did the same thing, cocking their guns and unsheathing their knives. I looked at Kendall and James.
"Thank you." I whispered. Then I darted down the hill.
XXXXXXX
I slid down the hill and ran, everybody behind me following as I approached the first male. He was large, almost twice my size, but he looked shocked as I approached him at full speed. I raised my gun and pull the trigger. It entered his stomach and he screamed in pain, then I approached him quickly and with a quick swipe of my knife, his throat slit and split open.
Blood sprayed as the man slumped and fell, and the next man roared and ran at me. I elbowed him in the face, dropping my knife and gun for a moment as I grabbed his neck in my hands and twisted, flipping his whole body around as he died instantaneously. I grabbed my knife and gun and kept running, as more people flooded the hills and everyone fought.
Blood sprayed, as knives and gunshots rounded out through the whole place, but I could only focus on my anger as I darted up the hill. Someone rounded the top and I didn't have time to react as a bullet went into my shoulder.
"FUCK!" I screamed and I fell, rolling down the hill. The man jumped on top of me and his fists went everywhere. I was already dizzy from my car crash, but I kneed him in the groin and then pressed my gun into his side, and without hesitation, and I pulled the trigger. My bullet came out his other side and he screamed. I shoved him off of me and began running up the hill, sliding over it as I tried to get to where I needed.
Kendalls POV
Carlos disappeared before we knew it, and James and I were fighting back to back. I wasn't letting his bullet wound leave my mind as I watched him carefully.
I dig my knife into the back of a man and twisted hard, pulling it out, along with a few pieces of one of the organs I hit. I ignored the male as he fell, and a gunshot responded near me. I turned in a hurry and looked at James.
"James?!"
"Im fine! I'm fine I just-KENDALL!" arms wrapped around me and I screamed, loud as ever. I felt a knife press into my throat and I looked at James in that second and knew I was going to die.
Everything...our life... We were going go have a baby...a family...
Suddenly the male screamed and collapsed, and I turned to see an arrow sticking out of his eye. I shoved his corpse away and looked at James. He ran and hugged me, holding me close.
"What-" I spotted blonde hair on the top of hill above us and I gasped, before raising an arm over James's shoulder and shooting. The mans head behind him exploded as I shot him in the forehead, then I turned and looked up at Myranda.
"What the hell is your ass doing here?!"
She smiled and lifted a bow and arrow.
"You think I'm staying out of this?!"
"YOURE PREGNANT!" James and I screamed. She shrugged and then took aim. The arrow went into some maniacs head behind us. Then Myranda came down the hill and over to us.
"I started having contractions an hour ago." she whispered and her face twisted in pain. I gassed and grabbed her, holding her belly.
"I can't... I'm so scared for this baby." she whispered. I looked at James.
"Giving birth in a fight wont be good for the baby!"
She looked at me with sad eyes.
"I needed to help. This was my fault in the first place. I dragged Logan to that baby store."
"No! Go home! Give this up! Your just going to kill her!" but she shoved me away.
"Ive already done this once. Besides...I always go down with a fight anyway." she gave me a warm smile. Then she raised her bow and arrow and shot a few more as Johnny slid down the hill and stood behind his girlfriend. He panted and looked at her.
"This is ridiculous!"
"Are you going to leave me here?!' she cried. Johnny grabbed him and kissed her heavily.
"Never."
I smiled and grabbed James and kissed him heavily, also, and then raised my gun.
"Lets get this shit over with."
Carlos's POV
I tackled the next male I saw and stabbed him in the throat at least fifteen times, before jumping up and whirling in a circle, letting my knife splice and slice open several men, and a girl. She fell to the ground and I watched her thin stomach rip open, spraying as she collapsed and died. I sneered at her and kicked her in the side.
"Cunt." I darted over a hill and saw him. My eyes widened before shrinking in anger and I ran full speed down the hill.
"ZEVON!"
I raised my gun and shot a few times. Dak sat there looking shocked as he began running. I shot again and one of my bullets penetrated his arm. Dak looked sound a little fearfully.
"Get him away!" he screamed but he darted of running, his arm bleeding badly. I looked at the guys around him, before raising my gun. Five pulls of the trigger, three were dead. The other two sagged to the ground, gasping in pain due to the bullet in their throats.
"ARGGHHHH!" I turned as one guy came running at me.
I simply raised my gun and shot him in the groin.
He screamed in the most horrible scream ever, before he fell to the ground.
"YOU ASS YOU SHOT MY DICK!" I shot him in the face, a splash of blood hitting me.
"Good riddance." I hissed, before I began running after Zevon. It didn't take long to catch up to him, mainly because he was slow with his shot arm. But he was already halfway down a hill, so I tackled him and we rolled to the bottom, him screaming in pain the entire time.
We slammed into a tree stump and I felt something crack, but then we continued flailing and rolling down. We stumbled over rocks and into a shallow part of the creek.
Dak tried standing up, but I stood, soggy and bleeding, and I held up my knife. He whipped out one with his good arm and held it menacingly.
"You know this wasn't about you, Carlos. Don't make me hurt you." he hissed.
"Where is Logan?" I hissed back. Daks eyes when a little glazey.
"You look gorgeous when you're angry, you know that?" he whispered. I took a step further, but he stepped back. We sank into the soft mud and Dak looked at me.
"Why do you care so much for the little fucker anyway?" he hissed.
"Why should it matter?!"
"Because to me it does!"
"Why?! WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THIS?! WHERE IS HE?!"
"The point was to get him out of the way! To get rid of him! He was standing between you and I-"
"You and I?! I barely fucking know you!"
"You dont know what I've been through! What I went through my whole life compared to him! Then...when I saw you...everything changed. I wanted you. But, then he got in the way." he hissed.
"You want me?" I busted out laughing.
"Dont laugh at me you imbecile!"
"Where is Logan?!"
"LOGAN! LOGAN! EVERYTHING IS ABOUT FUCKING LOGAN! WHY CANT YOU GIVE ME A CHANCE?! I COULD BE BETTER FOR YOU THAN THAT WHORE!"
"I LOVE HIM! I LOVE HIM MORE THAN MY OWN DAMN LIFE!"
Dak now had tears, but he still was angry, and held his menacing stance.
"I doubt you would want him now...he's nothing."
"Hes everything to me."
"His mind isn't even rational anymore." Dak whispered. I narrowed my eyes and stepped closer, so did he.
"What are you talking about?" I whispered back, wadding in the mud.
"He thought his life was so bad? I made him go through what I went through. I made him into nothing, Carlos. Nothing...so you would want me."
I narrowed my eyes even more and stepped closer, so did Dak.
"What...what did you do?"
"He went through what I went through. I made his father put him on drugs, to see how great," he said this word in a sugary voice," it felt. I made him come off of it quickly, to see how painful it felt. I made his father lock him in a closet, and cover the windows so he wouldn't see sunlight for days. I forced him to chain him to the bed, and I let him do whatever he wanted to him." Dak giggled, and I stiffened a bit more.
He was basically reeking of insanity.
"What did he do?" I whispered. We were close enough by now, and Dak leaned forward with a small seductive look in his eyes.
"Lets just say he's...wide open." he laughed again, and I grabbed him, turning him around and placing my knife against his neck.
"You son of a bitch! How could you have raped him? You're nothing but scum. How could I have ever loved something like you?" I hissed. Dak gritted his teeth.
"I didn't rape him."
"You just said-" Dak twisted out of my grip and backed away, smiling.
"Its not hard to fake DNA results and well ya know, show them to an abusive, mentally sick man, and make him believe his son is NOT his son." my eyes widened and I attacked.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" we rolled around in the muddy water, and I landed on top of him. My fists flew and blood sprayed everywhere, drenching the water. I grabbed his neck and squeezed, hard.
"You sick motherfucker,where is he?" my voice was scratchy, angry and demonically low. Dak chuckled.
"Youre not...gonna...find...him any...quick...er...by kill...ing...me." he wheezed. I stood quickly and he stood up instantly, ramming into me. I fell back and stood, grasping for my gun, but I gasped when I saw it wasn't there. I looked up at Dak as he cocked it and pointed it at me,his shot arm hanging by his side,unuseful.
"We could've had a life together. We could've loved each other, understood each other. We could've moved away from this gang shit, had a nice little family with the dog, the white house with the picket fence, the whole shebang. We wouldn't have needed anybody but each other." he whispered, an almost pleading look in his eyes.
"I don't want that kind of life." I hissed.
His eyes turned angry and dark.
"Fine." he pulled the trigger.
I felt the bullet enter my side and I screamed in pain as my body jerked back. I stepped back and grasped my side, staring at the wound. It wasn't life-threatening enough to kill me in a few minutes, but the rapid blood loss could. I held my side, putting as much pressure on it as I could. I glared at Dak as he stared at the empty gun, before dropping it.
"Im smarter than I look. The bullet wound hasn't hit anything, but the blood loss will kill you in about an hour."
I bent over in pain and glared at Dak as I grabbed the knife outta my pocket.
"Im smarter than I look, too." then I stood and flung the knife. It twirled in the air before hitting Dak in the stomach. It didn't go in deep enough to kill almost instantly, but if he didn't get to a hospital soon he would die. He screamed and fell back, clutching the knife and yanking it out. He dropped it and cried out in pain as blood spilt.
"Oh god...Carlos p-please..." he whispered. I began walking slowly towards him, and he stumbled backwards. His eyes glistened with tears.
"Please...you're my idol...I love you..." I glared at him, and even though it hurt so bad, I kept my dark aura.
"Ill give you a ten minute head start."
"W-what?" his eyes bulged.
"Nine minutes and counting. Move your ass, bitch." Dak ket out a sob and stood quickly, hunched over as he began running through the woods.
As soon as he was far enough, I turned and grabbed my side, holding heavy pressure on it before I ripped my shirt and tied it tightly around my wound. I held my hand over it for extra caution as I began the climb back up the steep hill. It took me what felt like hours, but was really about fifteen minutes to climb painfully up the steep slope.
Once I got to the top, I lumbered around, trying to find a car, a van, something. Dak could've hidden Logan anywhere.
I darted as fast as my hurt body would let me, my vision becoming blurry as I ripped open the first vans door. Empty, except for a dead body, obviously shot through the window.
The second car was locked,so I was forced to bust the window in with an arm. Nothing, empty except for cigarette buds all over the carpet.
The SUV was empty also. I covered my mouth with a bloody hand and slid to the ground, glancing around. I was looking for anything, anything at all.
Jane Kendall ran over to me, ducking gunfire. They held someone bloody in their arms and it took me a moment to see it was actually both their bodies were bloody. My mind was hazy.
"Carlos!" they sounded distant. They kept screaming but I felt blood dribble down my face and I felt weak.
A sudden splash of ice cold water hit me in the face and I gasped, blinking as James entered a water bottle from the truck all over me.
"Shit, Carlos!" Kendall cried. He examined my bullet wound real quick and softly touched my head.
"Where is he?" he whispered. I let out a sob.
"I don't...I don't know. I don't know where Dak hid him."
"Where is Dak?" James hissed. I looked at him.
"I...I let him go."
"WHAT?! How could you!?" Kendall screamed. I glared at Kendall.
"Hes insane Kendall. I could practically smell the schizophrenia radiating off of him. Or drug abuse. Or something else. I don't know. But he wouldn't have given up Logans hiding place for anything. Besides...he'll be dead soon."
James covered his mouth and looked at Kendall.
"Oh shit..."
"Well, isn't there anything we can do?! Anything?! He has to be somewhere!"
"There are miles and miles of forest out where we are! He could be in a cabin screaming his mind out right now, but no one would be able to hear him, Kendall!" I screamed, before lowering my gaze and sobbing, letting my tears hit the leaves. I sniffled and looked back up, but my gaze landed on something behind kendalls shoulder.
"Whats that?" I whispered. Kendall looked at me before turning his head to the side and looking behind him.
"Its a marker...for a grave?"
"I recognize that marker." James whispered.
"Its Wayne-Wayne." I whispered. Something struck me.
"Dak wanted Logan to suffer like he did." I whispered. James and Kendall looked at me.
"What?"
I focused on them, before standing up and pushing them gently aside.
"He wanted Logan to suffer like he did, because he wanted Logan out of the equation, claimed he loved me. But why would he come here?!" I screamed at them as I dove for the ground. I began digging in the ground around the marker, throwing clots of dirt around.
I hadn't noticed until now that the gunshots had fired down, and my people were crowding around. Daks people were either running away, or realized the bad shit they did and decided to come to the better side.
"Help me!" I screamed as I dug my hands deeper into the dirt.
"What do we do?!" someone asked. I glared at them.
"DIG!"
Everyone dove around the tree and began digging in with their hands, shifting through the ice dirt. I found Wayne-Wayne, half expecting Dak to replace his body with Logans. But then I moved over to a new spot and began digging, as somebody stood and yelled.
"I FOUND A HAND!"
My heart thumped. Oh, god d-did he cut my precious Logan up and bury him?! I hurried over, crawling on my knees as I saw the hand sticking out of the dirt, only half of it exposed. Everybody crowded around and began digging, their nails turning black as he dug and dug, shifting and moving the dark dirt away. Then I saw it. His face. His chest.
I growled and shoved everyone away as I reached into the dirt and yanked him out. I almost died when I saw his thin, grey body. He was thinner than I'd ever seen him, and he was covered in nothing but boxers. His hair was missing patches, in the back especially. His teeth were yellow and his nails looked like they belonged to a dead guy, they were long and yellow and gnarly. He was splattered and covered in blood, especially the back of his legs. He had holes all over his skin, obviously from the drugs they had administered him in Daks revenge.
I covered my mouth and sobbed as someone stepped up and took his bone skinny wrist.
Then they checked his neck, then his leg.
"got a pulse. It feels a bit stronger than it should be. The dirt was probably blocking his air way-"
I set Logan down gently and began blowing in and out, pressing on his chest, before repeating. I did it over and over and then-
My heart pounded when he sat up, just a little due to his limbs being tied together, and coughed, hacking up a little bit of blood and dirt. I ripped his blindfold off and tore the bonds off his wrist as I looked at him. I slid my hands over his face and kissed him repeatedly.
"Logan-Logan-logan-oh god-I'm-im so sorry-I love you." I said in between each kiss. Logan blinked blearily and glanced around slowly, before looking at me with his dead eyes. His boney fingers slid over my face and he gently wheezed.
"Is it...really...you?" he wheezed. I gasped and yanked him into a hug, tightening my arms around his skeleton.
"Oh, god what did they do to you?" I whispered. I listened to Logan breath shakily and I looked back at him. He twitched in my grasp a few times before he stared up at the canopy of trees.
"I...I don't...I don't know..." he wheezed. I looked him in his dead eyes and kissed the tears that ran down his cheeks.
"I thought I would never see you again." I whispered. Logan finally looked at me, and really actually looked at me, his eyes finally making contact with mine.
"I...this is real?..." I gave a small sob when I realized how bad he was. Worse than I imagined. I rubbed the hair from his eyes.
"Yes, baby, yes, I'm here, I'm real. I love you, I love you with all my heart. We're going to get better,okay? We're going to get you better. I won't abandon you again, and as soon as you're healthy, I swear I'm going to carry you down that aisle as soon as possible, and then I will make love to you day and night to show you, that you are truly loved. Forget everyone, everything anything that has happened, and let me show you true love." I whispered, holding Logan. He was so skinny, he fit in one of my arms. I was fearful that he was underweight enough to die.
He leaned back and stared at me., tracing my face with a thin finger.
"Carlos...I love you...to." he wheezed. I sniffled and buried my face into his chest.
"Someone get him something to drink." I hissed. Someone bounded to the cars and came back with a half full bottle of water. I ripped the cap off and put it to Logan's lips. He swallowed gratefully, chugging it down as fast as he could. He whimpered when he was done and pressed his face into my shoulder.
I stood, holding him bridal style and I turned to see Kendall and James sifting through the cars. Kendall came over with a hoodie and extra jeans, James found a blanket. I yanked the clothes on Logan's thin body and then wrapped him in the blanket.
"You okay?" Kendall whispered.
Logan nodded slowly, his eyes roaming over everybody around us. He was still not completely in touch with reality.
Then his eyes darkened, and we all heard a heavy groan of pain. I turned to see Myranda, her face sweaty, her jeans wet, and what frightened me the most was she was streaked with blood. She was slicked with it, from knife wounds. I gasped and made my way over to her as she collapsed.
"Myranda! What the hell! Oh god-" I held Logan close with one hand and reached out towards her. She was gasping in pain and looked at Logan with sad eyes.
"Im...s-sorry...was all my f-fault-Ah!" she grabbed her legs and tried to stop spasming in pain.
Logan quickly yanked off the blanket and gently placed it over her shoulders, before kissing her forehead, his skin on his lips breaking even worse.
"No. Nothing was your fault. You did nothing wrong." she gave a small smile and then gave a scream of pain. I grabbed her hand and held Logan close as people gathered around us.
"Is it the knife wounds? They didn't look that deep-"
"My water broke." she whispered. My eyes widened and I watched her lie in her back and groan in pain.
"Oh god...shes coming..." Myranda was gasping in pain, and I could see the knife wounds were actually deeper than I thought, because she was losing blood badly. She looked at me with heavy, sad eyes.
"I-I wont make it to the h-hospital in time...I-Ah!- have to p-push now!"
I looked at everybody around us in fear.
"Fine, Kendall, James,I need your help!"
Kendall ran over with a bottle of water and James came forward. We were all pretty unsure as of what to do.
But Logan seemed to know. He looked at everybody behind us.
"We need everyone to leave."
I turned around and glared at them.
"Get the fuck outta here!" most of them scattered, but a few stayed. A few was fine. Myranda ripped her pants off, having trouble with the zipper. I reached for her underwear, setting Logan down next to me so he was leaning on me, whispering and telling me to do.
Myranda draped the blanket over her and screamed, shaking as a contraction hit. I whipped her underwear off, looking down at her soggy legs to find her vagina was opening up around the babies head. Logan leaned close and then gripped Myrandas knees.
"Soread your legs a bit more, it'll give the baby more room to come through." Logan whispered. Myranda did just that and then as another contraction hit,Logan yelled "Push!"
We all watched the baby slide out a bit more. And thats how it continued for thirty minutes, myranda screaming and her blood gushing out from everywhere. The baby slid out even more and more, and with each push Myranda was fading faster.
I grabbed Kendalls hand and looked at him.
"Please, this is stupid, tell her we need a hospital!"
He looked at me with sad eyes.
"The baby is almost out." he whispered. I let out a growl and turned back to see he was right. The baby was almost fully emerged. Myranda was sobbing in pain and James was comforting her gently, as we all heard a shuffling sound and looked up. Johnny was shuffling quickie towards us, blood dribbling out of several bullet wounds in his stomach and he was hacking it up.
He fell to his knees next to Myranda, shaking and panting. They were both panning and bleeding badly, and I realized with a heavy heart neither would make it. They gripped each others hands and Johnny kissed Myranda rapidly, leaving bloody lip prints all over her face and lips.
"I love you...I love you..." he wheezed. She kissed him and shook.
"I love you to." she whispered.
Then with one large contraction, she pushed the baby out in a large gush of bodily fluids and blood. James whipped out his knife and cut the umbilical cord, and Kendall gently dabbed the baby with the water, rubbing the baby with his jacket. The baby didn't move or cry and I feared the worst until she took in a large breath and let it out in a cry. My heart pounded as I stared at the platinum blonde baby, who opened her little eyes. I was amazed when I saw dark grey and blue eyes. She whimpered as I yanked off my hoodie to wrap it around her.
I held her for a moment, amazed. She...she was beautiful.
But then I handed her to Myranda and Johnny, who settled her on the ground between them. Myranda panted gently, her body leaking blood rapidly. She kissed Johnny again and again, before kissing her baby and holding her close.
"J-Johnny...sh-she's so beautiful..." he nodded, and I watched with a sinking heart as their breathing began slowing, and their eyes started to droop.
Logan clung to me and sobbed into my shoulder as Myranda passed the baby back to me.
"Y-you're...you're the god parents." she whispered, before curling up against Johnny. They were crying and it...it broke my heart. Myranda and Johnny kissed before Myranda looked at me.
"C-Carlos...n-name her Lydia...Lydia Kendra..." I watched her struggle with the last name,"Lydia-a k-Kendra H-h-harvington...Is what we named her." I nodded and loosened as Logan sobbed into my shirt. Johnny shook bad as he reached into his jacket and handed me his wallet. He opened it with a shaking hand and shakily handed me a picture of him and Myranda when she was six months pregnant.
"H-Home...go to ou-our home..." he whispered.
The world felt dim and dark, and everything around me faded as Myranda and Johnny kissed one last time, then curled into each other, gave their final breaths...
And died.
XXXXXXXXXX
I spent about a week in the hospital, along with Logan and many others. I tried to keep the police away as much as I could, but sooner or later they'll find out. I hope it's later.
The bullet in my side slowed me down a little, but it wasn't as bad as James's was, so I was going to be fine. I had small concussion from the car accident and I had cracked three rubs rolling down the hill with Dak, and my face and body were slicked with scars, and stitches.
Logan was suffering from PTSD, badly, but he's calmed down enough. It started with nightmares and random screaming, but he's calmed down enough, the crack that was found in his system was pretty heavily dosed and the doctors are surprised how far he's made it with the drugs, the starvation and being so underweight.
He's on bed rest for the whole week because his anal walls were forced open so often, and they were ripped up badly. The first time I saw him stand a walk a few steps, he had a small limp and stumbled a bit. The doctors hope it's just a psychosomatic limp from the PTSD, and we all hope that's the only case. He's been eating more, but he's gaining weight slowly. His skin color is returning and his eyes have brightened a bit more after detoxing from the crack.
He is on several medications that are temporary, and he has agreed to get therapy. I only hope for the best he gets better.
We placed an anonymous call for Myranda's and Johnny's bodies after we cleaned them of any evidence and took them to a place where it seemed they would be found. We had to leave Lydia behind, making Logan cry, and we left our names in their phones, so it seemed we were the last ones they called.
It ached to just leave their bodies somewhere, but it was our only choice. While at the hospital, the police came into my room while Logan was in there, and they asked us questions about it. When asked about the phone calls, I claimed that we were discussing the baby, and Myranda appointed us the god parents. They didn't claim until the end that they had found their bodies.
Logan and I still cried, because it was still shocking.
The paperwork and everything to adopt Lydia took that whole week, and she was being checked out by the doctors. She was a month premature, small, but otherwise a healthy, beautiful little girl. They had washed her, and dressed her before asking for her name, since we were the god parents we go to name her. We gave her the name Myranda asked for.
And now I hold the whimpering child in my arms as the wind blows across our skin. Logan is standing next to me,and we're both dressed in thick, black clothes.
I stare at Myrandas grave. I just stood there and gazed at the white marble tombstone that sits next to Johnnys black marble one. I had bought plots of land for them so they could be buried next to each other.
The funerals had ended nearly three hours ago, but I just couldn't leave. I couldn't.
Logan gripped my shoulder and rubbed the hat that adorned Lydia's head.
"None of it was our fault, ya know." he whispered. I nodded and he set his head against my shoulder. I rubbed his cheek with one arm while holding Lydia in the other.
"It was...just their time, I guess." I whispered. Logan nodded and I felt the shoulder he was leaning on become warm and damp. My stomach curdled and I looked down at Lydia. She looked tired, and sat still, her blue-grey eyes drooping. I sniffled and looked at Logan as he stepped forward, two thick bouquets of white roses in his arms. He set one bouquet down on Johnny's grave, and the other on Myranda's.
We stepped back and surveyed the roses as a slight chill filled the air, and we both looked up to watch snow start slowly drifting down. I looked at Logan and gave him a sad smile, before he clung to me and sobbed. I sobbed into his own shoulder.
We pulled apart when Lydia began whimpering and I held her little body close.
"Shhh...it's okay." I whispered as Logan and I began making our way back to the car. Once we buckled Lydia in and climbed in, I turned to Logan.
"Im quitting the gang business." I whispered. He looked at me with big eyes.
"But its all you know how to do."
I looked back at Lydia and my heart pounded.
"I need to. For her. She deserves so much better. So do you." Logan nodded and wrapped his arms around me as we just sat there in the car.
"Im going to let you attend college, get your medical degree. I'll buy a house close by the college you choose and we'll settle there." Logan's hand slipped into mine and he whispered,
"But I like the college here. And I like our house."
I nodded and kissed his forehead.
"Anything for you, baby. Anything." I whispered. Then I started the car and we drove off.
*A week earlier*
Third person POV
Dak ran through the forest as fast as he could, sobbing hard.
How could that moron just give up on him like that?! Dak could've given him anything and everything. He would've cared Carlos's name into his own chest just to be his, and only his. It wasn't fair!
Dak noticed how dark it was getting and he panted, looking around as he waded through water. He climbed up a hill, slipping down it sometimes, but his mind was so hazy and his vision was blurry. He needed to get out of here and get to a hospital badly.
After he climbed the hill, he rolled down the other side and panted, before he began crawling, blood following him where ever he went. He walked around and crawled a few times, trying to find a better place to rest before he moved again.
Then he fell in the hole.
It wasnt deep, but it wasn't shallow either, he touched the stiff item he fell on and opened it to discover his previous lovers decomposing form. He giggled. Then he chuckled. Then he broke out into laughter as he realized he'd been running around in circles, and was now stuck in Wayne-Waynes grave.
"Hey! Someone get me out of here!"
Silence. He laughed harder.
"Helllloooo? I know you can hear me!"
More silence. Then heard howls. He busted out in laughter as they appeared above him, just about five inches above his head. Yellow eyes that stared at him and his bloody body in hunger.
He laughed harder than ever. Not because it was funny, but because he'd rather die laughing than screaming.
He stared at the big black wolf in front of him and giggled.
"Come at me bro." the wolf sneered and lunged. His screams and ripping body sounds went unheard through the thick forest canopies.
A/N
There might one more chapter left after this one! Sorry if it sucked! I really tried my best but its super later like 4Am when I finished typing this and so I'm like wigged out and tired as fuckkkk...so please don't bash!
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