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A/N It really took me a while to figure out what I was going to do with this. I know exactly where I am heading, but I had no clue of how to get there. Also, it didn't help that I lost the flash drive where I had part of this written.

That said...

-With the face of the Devil-

Chapter 4: Play Along

January 13th, 2022

He stood still. Closed and opened his eyes – actually, not his - once and again, expecting to find his own face, but he remained seeing White.

That's not going to change, Logan, you already know that.

Finally, he took the medical record, just to find out the same data that was in the monitor. Useless. Then, turning the page, he read how he had been. Several fractures, internal bleeding, concussion, and the list was longer. He… White, apparently had been in a very serious condition, but had recovered completely, considering how fine he was right then.

Logan sighed, before the nurse came back, still with her hypocritical smile. Jenny Sullivan, who is she? "I thought I had told you to stay in bed Mr. White." Logan obeyed the nurse. Staring at her – he could see she was a little afraid -, he still was thinking who she was.

Desperate, anxious and afraid, Logan unplugged the IV that was inserted into his arm, being instantly surrounded by the sound of the alarm. "Mr. White!" She shouted, angrily, and immediately ran to stop him.

"I'm not..." Logan yelled, but stopped at she sound of his voice. White's.

Refusing to accept that, feeling in the bottom of his heart that it could be a hallucination, he pushed her against the wall and he saw the frightened looked that she gave him. Then, Logan remembered who she was. An X5. Max had asked him to get her documents in order to live outside. She herself had said to him, with fear in her blue eyes, about her claustrophobia.

The fear on her turned onto hate, and wiping away the blood from her mouth with her sleeve, Jenny stood, doing nothing else than stare. "Sorry." Logan said, before two paramedics arrived. He tried to struggle and gave a good hit straight in one of the paramedic's face, who didn't stay calm and stroke him hard in the temple. After sedating him, he was returned to his room and tied to bed.

0-0-0

He was lying face down on a shore, not knowing how he got there. He felt how the water was slowly covering his body. When he tried to get up, he realized that he couldn't move.

Little fingers lightly touched his back. Logan wanted to turn and see the face of his company, but was still unable to move. Feeling as sea level began to rise even more, he began to despair. "You have to wake up." The childish voice of a girl said. "Otherwise, you will have wasted your wish Logan."

The girl jumped up, passing over him, and then started to run along the beach, waving her crimson dress with the smooth movement of the wind, like her brown curls. Logan tried to scream and order her to return, he needed her help... and he failed again, remaining motionless and silent. Meanwhile, the water continued to cover him. He began to feel like he was drowning. The feeling was so real, so stressful.

Immersed in his thoughts, Logan didn't notice when the girl suddenly stopped running and turned to face him. "Are not you going to follow me Logan?" She asked curious with a tilt of her head, in a mocking tone of voice.

To his own - and great - surprise, the girl's teasing had its effect when he realized he was standing. She smiled as she went her way, running again by the seashore, now followed by the older man.

Not knowing how - Logan was getting tired of 'not knowing how' things happen - they arrived to a beautiful house on the edge of the beach. "Bienvenue à mon palais Monsieur Cale," She leaned forward, gripping the edges of her dress, imitating a bow.

"Votre palais?" Logan asked. "Quel est ton nom?"

Ok, that had been weird. Logan was sure he could speak several Languages, but French wasn't one of them.

"My name's Elizabeth, but you can call me Lizzie." She extended her hand towards Logan. As he didn't take it, she started playing with the curls of her brown hair.

Lizzie's carefree attitude, apparently unaware of what was going on with Logan, exasperated him. "What happened to me?" He shook her shoulders violently. When he realized that, he released her, and Lizzie ran away from him with tears in her eyes.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I think I've been using too much force lately." Logan apologized, handing her a doll.

"It's okay." She said as she took the doll from his hands. "You must be so much confused."

"Do you think?"

"Play along."

He frowned. "Play along? What is that supposed to mean?"

"I know is your dream, but you should play along for a while."

"Oh, I get it." Logan sat beside the girl and watched her while she was still playing, quite puzzled by her words. "But that was not my dream, that was not my wish Lizzie." He gave her another doll to attract her attention again. "My dream is to be with Max." He smiled as he pronounced her name, but with a touch of melancholy, remembering that they couldn't be together.

"I know."

"So, why am I wearing the devil's face?"

"Because it is a game and you need to play." She spinned around, waving the dress.

"Ok, I need to play along for a while." Logan repeated her instructions, "in order to make my wish true. What will I obtain with this?" He pointed out to his-White's face.

"You? Nothing. But you can help a lot to Max." Was all the girl added before going back to her games.

And Logan stood still there, as the girl's words settled in his mind,

0-0-0

"Heard you have quite a show out there."

Frightening when he heard the unknown voice, Logan made his best attempt to focus on the man standing next to the window. It was Senator McKinley.

Logan didn't answer. What would he do? Reply to the man with the greeting of the cult that was looking to kill of the woman he loved?

"Didn't remind you were so quiet Ames." McKinley laughed.

Logan remained in silence. McKinley was talking to White. And one thing was sure: he could look exactly like White, his voice could be the same than White's, he could be in White's body... but he wasn't White.

"Ok," the man freed one of his hands before handing him a folder, inside which was a picture, "we haven't found him," it was a man, jumping on a police car, a gun in his hand, "yet. Burke forgot to give the Coup de Grâce when he was dying. Don't be mad for his inefficiency, after all, he brought you here immediately. Otherwise you'd be dead. "

Even though he was aware of what was going on with himself, his whole conversation with McKinley - was in fact not a conversation, because the Senator was the only one speaking - and the photo of him in the events that had occurred back in May in Jam Pony, everything seemed surreal, as if he were seeing it from someone else's point of view. He stared, for an indefinite time, at the image that he was holding on his right hand. Oh God. All of this happening just because of a wish.

"Is he alright?"

"Like if you really care." McKinley laughed. It was, actually, a genuine laugh, and that freaked out Logan. "There's a big chance that he's dead already. Burke said he was way worst than you were." He took the photograph back. "I wonder how 452 is feeling for that."

"Max..." Logan whispered.

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

All of sudden, the blinds that were hiding the daylight were opened by the Senator, and the contact between his eyes and the sunbeams caused to Logan a huge headache, perhaps the combined effect of drugs with the blow from the paramedic.

'Play along. I know is your dream, but you should play along for a while.'

"Black," Logan said, leaving his company a little confused, "remember me when I leave here asking the hospital's director to fire that bastard." He smirked. "Speaking of, when am I leaving this place?"

"Dr. Johnson is surprised with the fact all your body regenerated itself, but he won't allow you to leave until next Monday." He shoved his hands into his pockets and headed to the door. "You had several brain damage, maybe you won't remember one thing or two, but don't worry, we all are going to help you with that."

That made smile to Logan. If he was going to pretend to be White, it would be difficult to explain why he could not remember many things, and McKinley was going to be helpful with that. Still, he didn't understand why he obeyed the girl of his dreams, but at the bottom he was sure he could really help Max. He just had to play along.

"Fe'nos Tol Ames."

"Fe'nos Tol." He replied, almost naturally.

TBC

I know nothing about french so please excuse me if Lizzie's French line was wrong.

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