Disclaimer: I own dick-all so bugger off! Don't own any cars either.
Summary: Title tells all.
Nobody's Immortal
'Hey, Bobby. Have you seen Logan?' Scott asked the teen who was camped out in front of the T.V.
'I think he said he was going to the bar, Scott,' Bobby answered, not looking away form the flesh being torn off of a blonde bimbo with way to much chest.
'I can't believe you actually watch stuff like that,' Scott muttered, deciding he'd better go and find the idiot before his bike was destroyed. He headed into the garge and started the 1990 Dodge Pickup, for the sole purpose of having somewhere to put his bike and Logan. The bike would be in the passenger seat.
He pulled out, using the well known road to the bar, through the woods. Logan had been acting strange this week, spacing out at odd moments and having no idea as to what had happened when he came back to himself. That in itself was unnerving.
He was about ten minutes from the bar when he came upon the scene. His bike was mangled and completely trashed, but at that moment he didn't much care. It was the fact that there was a figure lying still and lifeless on the ground that worried him.
'Logan!' he yelled as the rain began to fall. He exited the vehicle and slammed the door, glaring at the motionless form the entire time, 'What the HELL do you think you're doing?'
He stormed up to the man and shoved him onto his back, glaring down at the glazed eyes and agonized expression. Blood trickled from the corner of Logan's mouth and it was then Scott realized something was wrong. He searched frantically for a pulse, finding it slipping away beneath his fingers. A hand gripped his and he looked back at the face, unable to look at the battered body that could no longer heal.
'Logan?' Scott questioned gently, gripping the hand tighter as Logan's breathing became laboured.
'Always figured I were gonna go out in a fight, Scooter,' Logan grunted, finishing with a groan, 'Guess I never saw this comin'.'
'Shh, Logan, we'll talk later,' Scott replied, fighting an internal battle with himself.
'Ain't no later, less it's the Ninth Level, kiddo,' Logan replied, closing his eyes, 'Take care of yerself, kid.'
'Logan…' Scott began, opening his mouth to protest, but thought better of it, leaning over to kiss the other man's forehead. Logan smiled, at long last looking peaceful, as his last breath left his body and he died.
Maybe I'll buff it, but I kinda wrote this on a whim, so maybe I won't.
Me