Seeing as how I some how always seem to have Veronica end up in the hospital, I try to make it different every time. Hope I didn't disappoint this time.
And sorry it took so long for me to write. I just didn't know how to do this chapter because I had done it so many times before. So I hope this makes up for the delay.
Vitals are dropping. Heart beat is slowing down.
Everything came in spurts of white. One minute there was nothing above me, and the next there are blurry faces crowding around me. My body feels like it's floating on it's back. Noises fade in and out. Going from loud to soft. One minute the voices sound as clear as day, and the next they sound gibberish.
Just a minute ago, everything was white, now everything was turning dark gray.
Sugar puss
Wait. What was that? It came in so clear. Clearer than anything else I've heard so you could make it.
That voice sounds familiar. I look around and notice that I'm sitting in the middle of a park on lush, manicured grass as far as the eye can see. There's also a little lake surrounded by some beach with a wooden bridge going across the middle. The sky is a flawless blue, and the air was warm and scented. I can hear the crickets chirping, the birds signing, and the frogs croaking. All the colors were vibrant. I smile as I take in my surroundings.
"I love it when you smile. But you never do it enough. Ever since you broke up with Duncan the first time, you haven't smiled or joked. I like seeing this happy side of you."
I look over at the source of the voice and notice Logan over by the lake feeding the ducks and swans. I smile even more as I walk bare foot over to him and wrap my arms around his waist.
"I don't think I've ever seen you so relaxed. It suits you well."
"I like it here. It's peaceful. I don't have to worry about outside influences getting to me. Here I can relax and not have to worry about anything. I'm glad you could join me."
He hands me some bread crumbs and I help feed the ducks and swans. Some of the ducks come out of the water and come up to us.
"Oh my. Their so big!" I squeal in delight. One lovingly pecks my fingers as I continue to feed them. "I haven't had this much fun since the car wash just before Lilly died. Thank you for this Logan." I give him a peck on his cheek.
He smiles at me. "I made us a picnic. Come join me." He grabs my hand and I eagerly follow him as my mouth salivates at the thought of food. Logan really knows the way to my heart. He leads me over to the checkered blanket and helps me sit down. He sits down and starts to open the basket. After setting the food out, he hands me a sandwich and I dig right in. Wow. Now this is my version of Heaven.
"Would you like a finger?"
"A what?"
"A drink. I asked if you would like a drink?"
"Oh. A drink. Yes, thanks." He hands me a wine glass and pours some wine into it. I take a gentle sip from it and nearly melt from the sensations it caused going down my throat.
"Wow. I'm not a wine drinker, but that's the best tasting wine I've ever had. It's better than pie and cake combined."
Logan laughs at my reaction as he picks his sandwich back up and takes a bite out of it. That's when my eyes open wide in shock as blood starts oozing out of his sandwich.
"What…what's that?" Shock mixed with disbelief makes my voice sound shrill. A thick glob of blood falls off his sandwich onto the checkered tablecloth. "Logan…what…"
"Didn't you know, this is what we eat here." Logan smiled at me with red-stained teeth. Wait, that voice didn't sound like Logan. It changed. It almost sounded like Lilly, only ugly and distorted. "You will too."
The air was no longer warm and scented, it was hot and sickly sweet with the odor of rotting garbage. There were black pits in the grass, which wasn't manicured anymore, but wild and overgrown. It was starting to look like a cemetery. Except there were fresh graves instead of old ones.
"Another finger?" Logan laughed.
I looked down at my half eaten sandwich and let out a scream. Dangling from one end was a citicled finger. I threw it as hard as I could against a headstone, where it hit with a wet slap. Then I stood, stomach heaving, frantically scrubbing my hands against my thighs.
"You can't leave yet. The company is just arriving." Logan's face was changing. He had already lost his hair, and his skin was turning gray and leathery. Things were moving on the plate of sandwiches and the freshly dug pits.
"You're not Logan or Lilly!' I screamed and ran.
The wind whipped my hair into my eyes causing me not to be able to see. My pursuer was close behind me. I could feel it. I turn around to see how close behind it is, and ran into something.
"I've been waiting for you." Said the skeletal thing with Lilly's voice.
"Leave me alone! Go away!"
Things started melting away as the bony white hands grabbed my arms. The graveyard, the rancid hot air-
-and all of a sudden I found myself in a cage of wooden slats. Above me were clowns. Clowns dangling from strings. Tinkling music began to play, and the clowns began to spin in a circle above me, the polka dots and stripes of their costumes dizzying, and their wide, smiling, red mouths almost menacing.
"Logan?" I yell as loud as I can, but the only sound I hear is the tinkling music. The only motion was the circling clowns. I took a step forward and nearly fell over because the floor turned spongy under my feet. I knelt down and ran my fingers across the floor and realize it's a mattress. I must be in a crib. A massive crib with clowns hanging from a huge mobile. Or else the crib and the mattress are normal size and I'm tiny. "Logan?" I yell out again as I ran across the mattress, sinking almost to my knees with each step. I reached the edge and-
-found myself at the top of a twisty metal slide. The ground looked a million miles away. And the metal looked slick, like it had been oiled. Taking a deep breath, I threw myself down the slide on my stomach with my head rushing toward the ground, my body lurching left and right as I took the curves. I landed hard and felt-
-something cool and dry slither over my arm. It's a snake. A boa constrictor. I would have frozen in terror, but I realized it was someone I knew. Meg. That's who it reminded me of. "Meg, where's Logan?" The snake wriggled off my arm and slithered across the blacktop where I lay. I shoved myself to my feet and followed. Who knew a snake could move so fast? I pumped my legs harder. I had to keep up. Meg would take me to Logan. The real Logan. Not the one who turned into Lilly's corpse.
Yes! There he is. Leaping over the net of a tennis court in the distance. "Logan! Stop!" He didn't hesitate. He kept running toward a blazing white sun. If he reached it, I'd die. No, he'd die. Would we both die?
My lungs burned as I struggled to catch up to him. The blacktop under my feet turned slick and I went down-
-falling on top of a huge centerfold. The staples in the middle were as long as my arm. And the breasts were like - who cared what they were like? I gained my footing again as I searched frantically for Logan. He'd disappeared again.
No, wait. He was still up ahead. A tiny dot against the blinding brightness of the sun. "Loogaan!" I screeched as loud as I could. I plunged forward into the forest of syringes. Every few steps a bolt of electricity zigzagged through my body. But I couldn't stop running. The syringes grew closer together the farther I ran until they-
-formed a cage around me. Not wanting to lose momentum, I back up as far as I can, then lowered my head. Like a football player, I charged ahead pretending the syringes were Dick Casablancas. My shoulder hit cold plastic, but I didn't hesitate. I plowed through. There was a cracking sound and rain, rain that burned like acid fell down on me, and I struggled-
-across the black and white squares of a chessboard, dodging the huge marble pieces that kept sliding in front of me, blocking me. But at least I could see Logan. He was almost to the edge of the other side of the board. So close. White, black, white, black.
Gray. Wait. The squares of the boards are leaking together, becoming gray. The pieces were turning gray, too. The sky, gray. I glanced over my shoulder and all I saw was gray. In the distance I saw Logan's feet leave the ground. He was flying into the sun. if he got any closer…
"Nooo!" I shouted. "Turn around! Please don't leave me! I came to save you! I love you! Don't leave me!"
Logan fell from the sky, and I sprinted toward him, running faster than I've run in any gym class. I skidded to a stop next to him and fell to my knees. "Logan, we've got to get out of here. I don't know what's going on, but we got to get the hell out of here."
I pulled him to his feet. Patches of his body had become the sun, shining so brightly, I could hardly look at him. I closed my eyes and jerked him back in the direction we'd just come from, and plunged forward, dragging him behind me.
Cold. The air turned colder with every step. It was freezing my lungs. Freezing them flat. and my heart…it was slowing down. Cold. So cold. Too cold to beat any longer…-
Alright, so maybe I don't want this story to end just yet. I hope to keep going for as long as I can. I hope you liked this different approach I took. Let me know. Thanks.
Skagirl: I'm glad you love it. Guess you'll have to wait till next chapter to see if she's ok.
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Redunicorn2: Thank you. I'll try to keep going.
Moustrich: Thank you. Yea poor beat up Logan. I decided to be different and have Hannah in on her father's 'business'.
Twisted3ljw: Hey, I hope things go better for you. They'll end up working themselves out. Lol and your review got cut in half. I don't know what the rest of your thought is.
Simply Lily: I try to have everything in this story, and I couldn't forget Weevil's grandma. I like her.
Lol I'm sorry I ruined all the potential sex for ya. Maybe I'll make it up to you :wink:
MzPink: Lol course I won't stop it there. Thank you for reading and reviewing. It means a lot to me.
Shelly: Lol that's ok, as long as you continue to read and review. Thank you for that compliment. That was my favorite part (Logan's haze). I'm glad you appreciated it.