Chapter 14: Karma
by: Mochaije
Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel or its characters. Other than that, the story and characters are mine. Character death.
Summary: What goes around comes around...
Rating: PG 13
Asha's POV
I stand by the wall of the sewer as Logan dozes, nervous. Ever since Max's stabbing yesterday... I don't know. Scott's been staying at the hospital in case they come after her again, but like Logan told him... Those guys are invincible. And obviously have very good disguises. I've got Logan watch right now, little unexperienced me guarding my ex-boyfriend from muscular people who do not feel pain. We haven't yet decided what we're going to do about him, but everyone's leaning towards slitting Logan's throat as soon as Max can be transported.
I still can't believe it. Logan was making sure Manticore knew about the S1W just to make sure that they didn't kill him for being Eyes Only. He wakes a little bit and I'm at his side with a speed I didn't know I had, his shirt collar clutched in my hand. "I'm gonna kick your ass," I spit.
"What? For what? Oh, that..." Logan looks away from me, avoiding my glare. I yank on his shirt to get him to look at me, getting right in his face in the proccess. "Look, now that you guys now, we can all just get out of Seattle and forget--" I yank harder on his shirt.
"We might be able to do that if any of us trusted you any more," I bark. He shrugs calmly. "You didn't tell me about Max... You didn't tell me about anything. If Max hadn't come back I'd still be in the dark about Eyes Only." I shove his shirt back into his face and walk a few feet away, seething.
"If it makes you feel any better, I didn't tell Max about you either," he says hoarsely. "And she wouldn't have known about Eyes Only if she hadn't dropped in on one of my broadcasts."
"Fuck you," I mutter under my breath. My cellphone rings and I answer it, turning away from Logan.
"They're onto us," Scott tells me, voice broken from being upset, probably over Max. "Slit his throat and get your ass to the Crash... We'll meet you there..."
"There's got to be a faster way to... Y'know," I whisper, not wanting Logan to hear. Oh my God. They chose me to kill him. I had a feeling it would come to this, murdering Logan to keep him from telling Manticore where we were again.
"No, I want him to through at least half the pain my siblings did." His voice sounds worse, like he's feeling sick to his stomach about this. "If it wasn't for him, Tinga would be alive, Max would be okay, Brin would be too... Do it before I change my mind." I hang up and pull a Swiss Army Knife from my pocket and walk over to Logan. He looks worriedly at it as I put a hand on his forehead and flick the knife open.
"W-w-what the hell are you doing?" He struggles in his bonds but I hold him fast.
"Proving that Karma's a bitch. Whatever you do hits you back three fold, in case you didn't know. Close your eyes." I bite my lip, wanting to put more malice behind those words than I did. A single tear runs down my cheek.
"Ash--" I swipe the knife across his throat and back away by a foot or so. He screeches in pain and it's like a twisting knife in my soul. I spot some duct tape under his chair and tape his mouth shut so I can't hear him plead with me as the blood dribbles down his chest.
"I'm so sorry, Logan," I sob, cleaning the knife off on his shirt and replacing it in my pocket. "But you've... You've destroyed everything. Anything any of us ever felt for you... Especially Max... I bet she was really pissed off at you before your buddy stuck her in the fucking back with a Ginsu knife!" I mop the tears away with the back of my hand and leave the sewer.
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN PREVIEW: GOODBYE TO YOU
I went to Logan's penthouse a week or so after we'd decided to stay in Montreal. It was untouched and creepy; the smiling man who had sat at the computer would never smile again, I'd never hear his voice, feel his touch. He'd never again save the world. At that moment, it didn't matter that he'd helped in my near-death twice. I understood that he kept himself alive, put me in danger, whisked me out of it without Manticore knowing who it was. I felt so hoirrble for not being awake, being the sensible one that would figure out a way for Logan to stay alive. I sat on the floor for hours, wondering what he was thinking when--if--he found out that I knew that he was ruining my life...
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AUTHOR NOTE
I wrote chapter fifteen before this chapter, then decided that for a lot of it to make sense, I needed a chapter in between. Read and review. :)
