A/N: This is the disturbing part.
Max was gripped with fear as she opened the door to Logan's apartment. There were deep gashes in the walls, tables were overturned, shards of glass littered the floor, and blood was everywhere. The room looked as if a war had just been fought.
Preparing herself for what she might find, Max crossed the threshold into the apartment. Cautiously, she headed for the den. Her apprehension tightened even more as she found no trace of Logan or Jeff. Continuing through the apartment, a large hole in the wall drew her attention. Surveying the kitchen via the gaping hole, Max spied Jeff leaning against a shelf. He looked as if he had been dressing his wounds for awhile, because he was covered in bloody gauss. The thing that caught Max's attention was not his body, but his empty eyes. It was as if nothing was registering to him.
Slowly she worked her way to the kitchen, careful to avoid the rooms where large pools of blood seeped out. As she rounded the last corner to the kitchen, Jeff raised his head to look at her, and the two chimeras locked stares. Max watched as her brother's empty eyes filled with angst. Without her normal confidence, she crept towards him in a blatant show of love. Jeff's only response was to look back toward something that was hidden from her view. He broke into tears and started to mumble as Max neared him. She stood next to him and softly caressed his face with the back of her hand. When no response registered, she turned to see what had him so upset.
Placing a hand over her mouth to stifle her blood-curtailing scream, Max fell backward as her nightmares were realized. Her emotions quickly changed from shock, to despair. Fearfully, she rose from the tiled floor in a frantic search for Logan. She bolted from the kitchen to his bedroom where she was only greeted by amazing quantities of blood and gauss. Turning, she ran the opposite direction and as she entered the office, she found him shakily raising himself on one elbow.
"Logan!" Max gasped as she rushed to join him on the floor. Sweeping him up in an embrace, relief flooded through her. Unable to speak, Logan lightly kissed her forehead. Max gently picked him up and carried him to his bedroom. She laid him on the soft cushion, where he proceeded to pass out once again. Satisfied that he was not going to slip into a coma, she began to fill with rage.
Charging into the kitchen, Max found Jeff in the very same place she had left him. His eyes were once again lifeless voids.
"You god damn motherfucker!" Max landed a bone crunching punch to his jaw, and he fell to the ground in a heap. "Fuck you! I wish I had killed you that night!" He looked at her with the most hurt filled eyes Max had ever seen. She spit on him. "I'm going to let Zack have another crack at you." She smiled vehemently and kicked him in the ribs, feeling the broken ones pierce organs. She broke his arms and legs in rage and spit on him again. "Oh, and just so you know, you didn't kill Logan." Max wanted him to know that he had failed before she killed him. His response was a series of mumbles through his broken jaw.
Knowing Logan needed to see a doctor, Max decided to finish the job. Strolling over to Zack's corpse, Max pulled the knife from his neck and turned toward Jeff. In the most ladylike manner she could muster, she strutted across the kitchen and crouched in front of her sibling. She flashed him a warm smile and kissed his cheek. Leaning close to his ear and whispering, she said the most hurtful thing she could think of, "I am really going to enjoy killing you." With that, she looked him in the eyes with a face of pure contempt before burying the steel into his stomach. Because he couldn't move, Jeff continued staring at Max while she carved him. With a final twist of the wrist, she let go of the weapon and locked eyes with him until he fell into oblivion.
4 hours later:
Max burst back into Logan's apartment with a depressed sigh. She had just finished disposing of her two brother's bodies and she was soaked in blood. Never before in her life did she have to deal with relief, love, and hate all at the same time, and she had no idea how to handle it. Stripping down to her sports bra, she walked in to check on Logan. He was sleeping and Max didn't want to wake him so she shut the door and went to go write him a note.
Logan,
I am at my crib because I can't be here when the meds show up. I want you to know that I care about you more than you think, and that if you ever die on me, I will kick your ass. Have a nice day.
-Max
"That should do it." Max walked back into Logan's room and placed the note on his nightstand. She turned and stumbled into the computer room like she was going to a funeral. She had to call Bling and get him over here to help Logan, and as she picked up the blood coated phone, a small piece of paper fluttered to the ground. It had red smudges and small wet marks on it. Obviously, the person who had written it was crying at the time.
Max,
Don't call an ambulance for him, because Zack is in the kitchen. He is dead Max and I killed him. I can't talk because my jaw is broken, but I had no choice. When I got here he was killing that guy. I don't know what to do, I am sorry about before, I need you right now. Please Max...
-Jeff
The despair in Max was running rampant. "Oh my God…" She thought back to what she had done to him just a few hours ago. "I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know." Max felt like the walls were closing in around her and everything was spinning. Barley holding off tears, she picked up the phone and dialed Bling.
"Hello?"
"Logan's hurt, get over here now."
"What? Max, what…" she hung up on him.
With the grace of an elephant, she opened the drawer where Logan kept his revolver. Fumbling with the ammunition, she loaded the magazine and pressed the cool steel to her temple.
4 weeks later
Logan sat in his wheelchair staring out at the stormy Seattle night. His eyes were red and swollen and his face was streaked with tears. He began to pound his head against the window as sadness threatened to overtake him. Again.
He had been roused by the sound of a gunshot and decided to take a look. Hobbling out of his room, he had found Max lying in his office. He had wept on her, holding her body close to his until Bling came and pried him away.
The image was forever engrained in his mind, and every time he closed his eyes, that moment was relived. Cursing, Logan punched the glass, causing it to crack. He then glanced at the piece of paper in his lap and cried out into the night.
A/N: I said it was depressing