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Halloweentown Verse
Cold. That's the first thing Logan noticed when the world around him began to fade away from the darkness and slowly come back into focus.
He was cold.
A sharp wind nipped his cheek and he reached up a hand to blindly rub at the spot it touched, moaning at the movements. His body ached, and he slowly curled into himself at the pain. Another burst of wind scrapped his face, and Logan knew he couldn't hide in the darkness anymore.
Slowly he opened his eyes, and immediately wished he hadn't. It wasn't so much that the darkness just continued on, but the world he was in seemed to lack any sort of light. Dark and bare trees surrounded him, their long clawed branches stretched downwards, as if they were waiting for their prey to make itself known before they attacked.
Taking in a shuddering breath, Logan looked around him, trying to assess his current situation. He was alone, in the sense that no other living person was around. He couldn't even hear the cawing of birds in the distance, or the sound of small animals darting through the barren ground. Only the wind made itself known, present through the whistling moan that curved through the clawed trees.
Slowly he got to his feet, still looking around cautiously as he whipped off the dirt from his pants and jacket. For a moment he considered calling out, to see if anyone was nearby, but refrained. Even if someone heard him, it might be safer to be alone than to invite unknown trouble.
For a moment he tried to gather his thoughts and figure out how he got here. He remembered being at the Palm Woods. He remembered being with Katie. He remembered...
A swirling vortex that he casually walked into knowing it would take him back to the home of his nightmares?
He shook his head. No. That couldn't have happened. He wasn't sure as to what exactly happened but there was no way he would willingly go back...there...even if there existed. Which it didn't...he thinks.
Shaking his head, Logan sighed and thought that none of it mattered right now. He would just figure it out later, after he was free from the dark, scary and potentially deadly woods.
Good plan.
He looked up, trying to find the moon through the sharp and jagged branches stretched above his head. Hoping for some sort of idea in which direction he should take, Logan searched for that large orb, but couldn't find it. With a frown he turned in a small circle. There were no clouds, and the sky was full of stars...but no moon.
Strange. "What the..." Logan muttered, then brought his head down, shoving his hands in his pockets to surveyed his surroundings once more. Moon or no moon, he needed to get out of this place. But there were no paths. No trails. Nothing to indicate that he was anywhere but in the middle of Lostville, population, uno.
"Well...when in doubt." He whispered, then closed his eyes and held out a hand, "Eenie meenie minee moe..." He sang the song as he pointed to his left and right. When he finished, his was pointing to his right. As he opened his eyes, he sighed once more. "Just as good a direction to take as any I guess."
He looked around once more, just out of nervousness, but saw nothing. With a small shrug, he turned to his right and began walking.
Not once did he notice the large and dark figure hiding amongst the dark trees, watching...and waiting.
Kendall was very much awake, and aware, of when he landed.
And he landed hard.
Right in a swamp.
"Ugh...gross..." Kendall moaned as he stood up in the dark muck that surrounded him. Since he had landed at such a fast speed, his fell left him totally immersed in the swamp, which now covered him head to toe with dark, dripping...mud.
Wiping the grime from his eyes, he looked around, trying to assess where he was.
"What...?" Kendall whispered, blinking a few times. "I'm...home?"
He could easily recognize his surroundings because they resembled the Palm Woods...except not the Palm Woods.
And he wasn't so much in a swamp...but in the pool...which itself was actually...a swamp.
The rest of the hotel was empty save him. Though the last thing Kendall remembered was that it was late morning, here it was now night time. And Kendall noticed another difference, in that the place was decorated to look like a Halloween party. Spiderwebs filled the trees, pumpkins carved or rotting were adorned in every corner. Even the lights coming from around him was a strange mixture of sick greens and fire reds.
"Where the hell am I?" Kendall muttered. But his question went unanswered for now, as he suddenly heard a strange slopping sound from the far end of the pool.
Then he saw a tail poke out of the deep end.
"Oh...crap!" Kendall yelled, then threw himself to the side and grasped onto the small ladder on the edge of the pool. He began to hoist himself up, but felt something wrap around his ankle and pull him back into the pool. Almost loosing his grip, he tried to pull himself back up, but the tail wasn't letting go.
Letting out a grunt, Kendall half turned and raised his free foot, then jerked it down hard on the slimy tentacle that had his foot in it's grasp. Somewhere in the brown muck, he heard a loud shriek, and the appendage let go of him.
Gasping hard, Kendall quickly scrambled up the ladder, crawling away from the pool. He left a long brown trail behind him, and didn't stop until he was a good six feet away.
"What the hell..." He whispered, gasping in huge amounts of air to calm his racing heart.
Until that tail shot out of the swam again, it's long arm quickly re-wrapping itself around Kendall's leg.
The surprised blond let out a startled shriek at the reappearance of the arm. He turned to grasp something, anything that might allow him leverage from being dragged back towards the awaiting death trap.
But there was nothing. He only reached for air as the appendage began slowly dragging him along the trail he had just left behind. Gasping with fear again, he turned and began beating and clawing at the slimy tentacle. Yet his hands left no dent as the monster continued to drag him closer, his fingers unable to piece the tough skin of his captor.
"No. No. No. No." Kendall chanted as he came closer to the pool, and looked around helplessly for something to use...but there was nothing.
Until a shot of light came out of nowhere, hitting the tentacle with a loud buzz. The light severed the connection between Kendall and the appendage. He could hear that shriek again, and in a sudden burst of pure agony, Kendall watched in horror as seven more tentacles shot out of the pool, and aimed with fast speed straight for him.
Before he could even begin to move out of the way, or scream in fear once again, the arms wrapped themselves around his body, holding tight for just a moment before dragging him finally back into the murky depths he had just escaped from.
Logan walked...and walked.
And walked some more.
He really had no indication as to where he was going, or if there was anywhere to go in the first place, but he knew nothing would be accomplished by just staying where he was. Yet, he couldn't even continue this for much longer. The forest was completely devoid of life, and if he wanted to continue living, he needed to find some form of life...elsewhere.
Peering through the darkness he hopped against hope that he would see some lights, hear voices, even find the moon. But nothing. He was truly alone.
Crack.
Logan froze at the sound of a twig snapping. Slowly he turned, his heart racing as he expected to see someone behind him...
Nothing.
He looked around, taking a small circle, but nothing new appeared. Just trees, dirt...and more trees.
Except...
Logan blinked as he frowned, turning his body fully to the right. He wouldn't have noticed it in the path he was taking, but in the distance there was finally something new. Unable to tell what it was, he began walking towards this new thing. It looked like a large white lump hanging from a tree. But that made no sense. What would something like that be doing in a forest? Logan searched the archives of his mind, but couldn't place what some large white lump...something that was now getting larger and larger as he got closer to it, could be doing in a forest?
After a few minutes he eventually came up to the object. It was a fat and long lump, not exactly circular but rounded...like a cocoon.
"What are you?" Logan whispered, looking up at the shape. He thought it might be about four feet long, but as the object was about a good seven feet above him, it was harder to discern.
Looking down, Logan walked slowly around until he fond some rocks. Grabbing them, he placed them in a small pile next to his feet, and began throwing the rocks at the branch that held the lump.
A voice in the back of his mind, that sounded suspiciously like Kendall's, nagged at him that he should just leave this alone and continue trying to find a way out of this wasteland, but his curious mind wouldn't budge. He lived by learning new things, and couldn't move on until this mystery had been solved.
After a few tries, a well aimed rock severed the connection between the branch and object, letting the lump fall hard onto the ground.
Though Logan was a few feet away, he took a cautious step back, not sure what this object held inside. He grabbed a large stick, and took a few slow steps towards it, wary of any movements. When he got close enough, he poked the object gently.
Nothing.
He poked it again, harder. Nothing still. He yelled, made some noises, stomped on the ground a few times. But the object remained still. Now his mind was whirring, a slurry of possibilities, but no answers, tempting him dreamily to finish his discovery.
With a steady hand, Logan grabbed the sharpest rock he could find, and got closer to the object than he ever had before. Placing a tentative hand on the lump, he felt the softness that reminded him of the fabric used as bandages to wrap up sprained wrists and ankles.
"Curious." Logan whispered, his mind completely taken with his project before him. The strange land he was currently residing in faded away, and all that was left was the need to answer to his puzzle in front of him.
Taking a deep breath, Logan placed the rock on the top of the lump, then pushed. He smiled when he heard the soft tearing of the whiteness, knowing he could easily continue and find out what was inside.
With the hands of a surgeon, and the excited stomach of a kid on Christmas morning, Logan cut away, dying to know what lay before him.
As the white substance divided, Logan furrowed his eyebrows as he pulled and tugged, trying to open it further. The rock dug into his hand, but he ignored the pain, eager to see what this was...
A scream tore at his throat as he jerked back, the rock falling to the ground with a soft thud. Logan scrambled back a few feet, whimpering and shaking his head. His breaths were coming in and out fast, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.
A face. A set of eyes stared back at him. That was impossible...or was it?
Slowly Logan crawled back towards the white lump, a sickening feeling in his stomach. His mind continued to shout at him to just leave, but he couldn't now.
Tentatively he came back to the object and looked at it, blinking when he came face to face with what he had seen. He was right, it was a face. The small slit that he had created had revealed the pasty white complexion of a man he didn't recognize who was wrapped up in the bundle. The sharp blue eyes were wide open, and the pasty skin revealed a face belonging to someone who looked as if they were surprised with their predicament.
"H-Hello?" Logan whispered, his voice unable to go higher than that. But there was no response. The person seemed frozen, but Logan couldn't tell if they were alive or not. With a shaking hand he reached for the fallen rock, then gently went back to tearing open the white bundle. He had to try to save this person. He wasn't sure if they were gone, but he had to at least try.
He continued to cut, but stopped when he heard scuffling behind him. Breathing in quick he turned, expecting to see something behind him.
But nothing was there.
Just as he was about to turn back and continue working on trying to free this person, his eyes settled on an unpleasant realization in the distance.
This realization made his stomach twist and a shuddering "No," tumble out of his mouth. Standing, he walked a few steps forward, unable to process what he had missed earlier.
Farther than his eyes could see, bundles of these white cocoons hung from trees, numbering, at least from what Logan could assume, in the hundreds. He wasn't ready to accept that the number was more than likely larger.
And he could only assume what lived inside each bundle.
The rock felt heavy in his hand, but he gripped it tight as realization filled his mind. "I know what you are now." He whispered, "This isn't an accident. You...you're-" But his words were cut off as a loud thump echoed behind him.
He turned, then dropped the rock as a scream tore out of his throat. Before him, standing large and as menacing as he remembered from his nightmares...
...was a spider.
And these bundles...were his meals.
Darkness was all Kendall knew as he was dragged under once again. His muscles strained against the tight grip, but it was too strong and he knew that there was no way he could get out of it.
With his eyes shut tight, and his body tensing from what he knew would be sudden pain, Kendall shifted once again, and his only thoughts were how much he wished he could have said good-bye to Logan...just once.
A shark jerk, and suddenly he was being pulled backwards. He couldn't tell when he was lifted out of the mud, but suddenly his back collided with a hard surface, and that loud screech echoed around him. Louder and more painful than before.
Kendall tried again, and was relieved when he could move his arms. Quickly he wiped his face away from the muck, and took in a deep breath before he opened his eyes.
What he saw was most certainly not what he expected.
Katie, his small but warrior-smart sister stood at the edge of the pool, her arm raised high as she shot a light straight at a giant, mud covered figure that stood a good five stories higher than her. Kendall couldn't tell what the creature looked like exactly, as the mud around it just created a large, formless body.
The light had engulfed the creature, that Kendall assumed had been his attacker, and tried to assess what it was that seemed to want to eat him...or something.
But he couldn't. The mud was slowly dissolving away, and the light was the source as it surrounded the dark figure whole. Gradually, the creature disintegrated, until the surface of the pool was calm and still.
Kendall blinked a few times, his eyes now focused on Katie. She lowered her arm then wiped her forehead with the other hand, her face pale and covered in sweat. "I am not explaining to Bitters what happened." She grumbled, then turned to Kendall with a menacing, "You."
Struggling, Kendall stood, wincing at the squishing and squalshing of his movements from being covered in mud. "What the hell is going on?" Kendall yelled as his younger sister walked over to him.
"You are not supposed to be here." Katie shot at the boy when she was just a few feet in front of him. But she took a step back and threw a hand over her nose, "Ugh and you reek."
Rolling his eyes Kendall said, "Not exactly my fault. And thanks for saving me," He assumed it was her who got him out of the pool, though he wasn't exactly sure how, "But explanation? Please?"
"There's no time right now." She reached out her hand and held her long stick in front of her, muttering, "Lutum recesserimus!"
Light shot out of the stick, engulfing Kendall. He jumped, half expecting to dissolve just as the creature had, but instead it was the mud that got lifted off his clothes and skin, only to be sucked into the stick like a vacuum. When it was done, he was perfectly clean.
After it was gone, Kendall stood opened mouth, staring at the girl. "That...that..." He stuttered, then held up a pointed finger at the stick, "That can't be a-"
"Wand? Yep! Dragon heartstring and vine wood!" She shoved the wand through a belt in her dress, then turned and put to fingers to her mouth to blow out a loud whistle.
"H-how-" Kendall started again, but Katie cut him off.
"Like I said. No time right now. The spell got messed up because of James and Carlos, and then with you coming through, everything just screwed up our arrival." She turned back to Kendall, "Now we've got to find Logan."
At hearing this, Kendall straightened up and sobered up; now all business at hearing that his boyfriend was missing. Suddenly a large broomstick zoomed through the air, landing in front of Katie with a small nod from its handle. "You got his scent?" She asked the broom, which nodded again.
"Good." She said, then as the broom turned itself horizontal, she climbed onto it, turning back to look at Kendall, "You coming?"
Blinking at what just transpired, Kendall forced himself to hold back his questions until Logan was found and just go with the flow for now. He nodded, then followed his sisters movements and climbed onto the broom behind her, the long stick in between their legs.
Before he could finish asking if this was safe, they were off.
"No." Logan whispered, his eyes brimming with tears at what was before him. He couldn't accept it. He wouldn't. His mind just wouldn't allow him to acknowledge that this was real.
Before him the monster about seven feet wide and six feet high stood still, assessing its new prey. Logan took a step back, trying to steady himself as his vision shifted and blurred. For a moment he was sure he would pass out, as he couldn't breathe with panic nestling itself happily in his throat.
"Please." Logan choked, desperate to wake up from this nightmare. But the cold wind against his cheeks and the hard earth beneath his feet told him that this was all real...and happening all over again.
The creature stepped cautiously towards Logan, but the boy only let out a sob, realization sinking in. He could run...but that would be no use. Fight? Only the fallen rock by his feet was any sort of weapon in this desolate area. No. Fear made him useless. He was back, trapped in the Halloween world. The place where he so desperately hoped wasn't real besides what he dreamed up inside his own mind...
That thought made him pause. Halloweentown. He was...back. He turned back towards the rows and rows of white bundles that he now knew were victims of this monster...
...and got angry. So angry.
Inside those bundles might be Carlos, or Kendall...or even his own doppelganger that he had died to give a new life to. And if that were true, and this world was real, then Logan had just suffered all of those horrors for them to end up a monsters meal?
No. Fucking. Way.
With anger clearing his head, and a new-found desperation to save these captured souls, Logan slowly bent down and picked the rock back up. He knew there was little chance that he would succeed...but damn it he would try. He wouldn't go down a helpless victim again. Tied up at the mercy of the evil that existed in this world. No.
And with that, he reared his hand back and threw the rock as hard as he could at the creature...
Then ran.
Kendall gripped the broomstick tight. He refused to grab a hold of his sister for leverage, already feeling like he was at the mercy of this girl. His pride was wounded enough after she saved him from that monster. But he had at least saved himself first? That should count!
The world he was flying above only increased his silent questions. Everything around him looked like L.A. But everything he saw reminded him of what existed only in movies and books in his world. It was all here...except people. Beside himself and Katie, the streets were bare. The buildings without lights. The skies empty of birds or anything else that belonged in it...including the moon.
And Logan was lost somewhere in it as well.
Logan. Could this place really be the world he had told him about? Where the nightmares that refused to die? Was Halloweentown...real?
He heard Katie shout, "Are we close?"
In answer the broom soared to the left, and headed for a large forest area that lined the outside of the city. Getting lower to the ground, the broom dove and twisted through the trees, the stars from the night sky giving them little light, but the broom seemed to know where it was going.
At least Kendall hoped.
As they continued, Kendall noticed the trees loosing their leaves, and the ground getting harder and darker. "Where are we?" Kendall called out to his sister.
She only half turned back, but he could see it in her face that she was not happy about where they were going, "The Westward lands." She answered, then turned back as if that explained everything.
Eventually the broom came to a stop, floating getting closer to the ground. Kendall watched, fascinated, as the bristles brushed up against the ground, feeling the earth and it's messages.
"This must be where he landed." Katie mused, then looked around a moment before turning back to the broom, "You think you can find him?"
In answer the broom took off again, darting through the trees at a rapid pace, hot on Logan's trail.
Just hold on Logan, Kendall thought. We're coming.
The sound of a soft thud coming from behind him, followed by a screeching wail, alerted Logan that he had hit the creature. Where or how hard didn't matter, but it at least bought him some time.
But not much.
Breathing hard Logan pumped his legs as he raced through the forest, not sure where to go or what his next move would be. Right now though, he knew he just needed to get away from this creature as fast as he could.
Unfortunately the monster had other ideas. Before Logan could even contemplate looking back, the large spider jumped off a tree to his left, landing a few feet in front of him.
Logan skidded to a stop, letting out a small scream as he desperately tried to turn the other way. Yet before he could even finish turning the spider shot a small wad of pure white web out of its mouth, aiming right for Logan's feet.
With a gruff yell Logan fell onto the ground, tugging at his legs to get free from the trap. He chanced a look up at the monster, watching as it's beady multiple eyes regarded him hungrily. Slowly it walked closer to Logan, it's long legs making loud thuds as it hit the cold earth.
Fear clawed at Logan's chest, making his breaths coming in and out in sharp gasps. He watched, helpless, as the monster finally stood over him. It leaned it's face forward, and Logan couldn't help but let a sharp scream tear out of his throat at the fearsome sight of it's hairy mouth and sharp pincers.
Unable to look anymore he curled up into a ball, throwing his arms over his face. All he could think about was Kendall, and how desperately he wished he could be with his love for one last time.
"I'm sorry Kendall." Logan whispered as he trembled on the earth. He took one last deep breath, sure that the end was near, and braced himself for the oncoming pain.
But the sudden wail of agony that echoed through the dark sky was not his.
Peeking through his fingers, Logan watched as the monster was covered in a large white light. It jerked and squealed in pain before it toppled over. Logan slowly brought his hands down, confused but drawn to the sight. He couldn't believe it, and quickly searched for where the source of the light was coming from.
Suddenly he felt two hands on his shoulders, and a cry of surprise and fear tumbled out of his mouth before he instantly began to struggle.
"Shh baby it's just me." The voice belonging to the hands said, causing Logan to stop short to look up.
Relief filled his body as he came face to face with, "Kendall!"
Kendall wrapped his arms around Logan, pulling him close to his body and held onto him with desperation.
"You found me." Logan said, his words slightly muffled by being pressed into Kendall's chest. The blond slid his hands up to cup Logan's face, pulling him way a few inches.
"Of course I found you." Kendall said, giving Logan a loving smile. He leaned forward to give the boy a quick kiss before pulling away, "Now let's get you up." He nodded towards Logan's legs tangled in the web.
As Kendall began to look for something to cut the web with, Logan turned and saw Katie standing a yard away from the spider, her arm raised high and the wand the source of the light slowly dissolving the monster.
"What the hell...?" Logan muttered as Kendall came back towards him to kneel on the ground. The rock in his hand wasn't ideal, but after a couple of minutes it made a slit wide enough for Logan to jerk both his legs free.
Kendall help Logan stand, keeping his arms wrapped tight around the boy. They both took a few steps back to watch as the last of the monster dissolved in the light, leaving on the three of them, and what seemed like a broomstick near Katie's feet.
When the monster was gone, Katie fell to the ground, breathing hard with sweat at her forehead. Both Kendall and Logan raced over to her. Kendall helped her sit up, but could see her face was pale and tired.
She let out a small chuckle and said, "Figures the both of you would run into monsters within five minutes of being here."
"Katie. What is going on?" Logan said, once he saw some color return to the girls face, "Please tell me we are not where I think we are?" The broomstick hovered over Katie for a moment before it went over to Logan and began brushing it's bristles across his face. Logan tried to bat the stick away, but it only lovingly nuzzled him again.
Sadness for the boy etched her face, but she nodded gravely, "I'm sorry Logan. I really am...but I had to bring you back-"
"Had to?" Logan nearly screamed. He stood and ran his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth, "You had to bring me back? Because of this?" He gestured to the white lumps in the distance.
But Katie shook her head. "No Logan. It's...it's worse. It's so much worse." She whispered.
Just as Kendall was about to ask what she meant, Logan's mouth fell open in surprise and he took a step back at whatever it was that was behind Katie and Kendall.
Both turned and saw a large group of people standing behind them. They held muskets and guns and were dressed as...
"Pirates." Katie spat, frowning when she saw them. Her eyes grew dark with mistrust, and she gripped her wand tight.
"'Ello chillen." One of the pirates said, walking towards them with his musket. He was almost as tall as Kendall, with dark hair, black knickers and a white billowing shirt. He even wore a traditional eye patch, the good eye a bright green. "Been lookin' fer ya." He nodded towards Katie, "'Specially you Witch. M'lady's got some conversin to be done, an donnet mean nuttin less you thar wit' some answers fer her." He smiled a row of crooked teeth at the three, and his one eye shone excitedly at what he had found.
He reached out and grabbed her wand, shoving it into his belt, "No sort of cunning tricks now either little on'."
"What do we do?" Logan whispered beside Kendall, who regarded the men and their weapons with fear. Katie, now standing and a little less shaky than before only sighed in answer. "We follow."
In another part of Halloweentown...
Logan was in heaven. Kendall's kisses and caress were each and in their own right amazing and magical. The way he could play Logan's body like a piece of music, making it sing to every note. He never wanted his love to stop, but if he did...it was just to move on to something better.
With a soft touch, Logan reached up and traced the green collar he had given Kendall for Christmas. The gold circle that connected the two sides glistened in the light, and his fingers moved to gently caress the letters that were carved there, L and K, to be a constant reminder to his werewolf love of his love and dedication to him.
Kendall never took it off.
Logan was soon pulled into another searing kiss from his love, who held him close as his lips danced and traced Logan's with the familiar but loving pattern both recognized.
Slowly Kendall pulled away to look into Logan's eyes. A long hand caressed his face, and Logan whispered, "I love you Kendall. I love you so much."
Kendall smiled and opened his mouth to reply...but no words came out.
"Kendall?" Logan's stomach clenched. Something was wrong. "Kendall?" Logan asked again.
Suddenly the warmth began to melt away, and that fear grew. Logan clenched onto Kendall, who was now frozen above him, but all around darkness began to creep in, and Kendall soon began to fade from his eyes.
"Kendall!" Logan shouted, and leaned forward to grasp onto his love once more. But Kendall jerked back, hunching his back in pain. Soon fur sprouted from the boy's body, the tufts growing darker and coarser. Kendall's clothes ripped as the muscles and claws grew, and Logan watched with horror as the green faded from Kendall's eyes...
Then turned into orbs of blood red.
Logan landed hard onto a cold floor, gasping for breath as the remnants of his dream clenched at his heart; a scream of fear dying in his throat.
Groaning, Logan brought a hand to his forehead where it had landed the hardest. There was no blood, but he didn't doubt a bruise would soon form, along with a lovely bump to keep it company.
Laughter soon assaulted his ears, a high pitched sneering that Logan had grown to hate...and fear.
He opened his eyes, taking in the cold stone cell he was locked in. How long had he been here? Days? Weeks? Not longer than a month...or maybe he was wrong. He wasn't sure. There was no night and day in this windowless cell, and all sort of time had meshed together.
Logan gritted his teeth and called out, "Show yourself Jo. Having fun using your magic to mess with my dreams again?" He hissed out the last part, knowing she had used her powers to pull him out of his fantasy with his love...again.
The sound of creaking filled the room, and Logan looked up to about eight feet above him. A door opened, leading to a small balcony that overlooked his even smaller prison. The ceiling went up above her another ten feet, but the room couldn't have been longer than seven feet.
Jo, the Spider Queen, slowly walked out onto that small balcony. Her shadow from the dim light behind her grew over the walls, the edges coming apart to reveal small spiders clawing along the walls.
Her dark beauty was unmatched. She was dressed all in black, matching her hair, eyes and sharp deadly nails with her long gown of lace and crows feathers. She leaned against the railing, smirking at the boy below her. She was in charged here.
And she loved it.
"Good morning Logan. Or good evening? Ah...who can tell in this dark cell?" She sneered, blinking down at the boy. She smiled at the chains that were wrapped around Logan's throat and wrists, keeping him bound to the wall. He was right about her toying with his dreams. She just couldn't help herself. Every time Logan entertained a happy memory about him and Kendall, she just had to sneak in there and have a little fun herself...by tearing that dream to shreds.
"Where is Kendall?" Logan begged, desperate to know what happened to his werewolf lover. She never told him, but he asked every time she made an appearance.
"You are so single minded Logan." Jo replied with a sigh, "I always hope I'll get some new fun out of you, but it's always Kendall Kendall Kendall with you." She paused to roll her eyes, "Boring."
"Then let me go." Logan said, full well knowing she wouldn't.
Smirking, Jo shook her head, "Oh no. Not done with you yet little Logie." She loved how Logan winced at hearing his lovers nickname on her deadly lips, "The most fun is yet to come. But since you've been wondering, as I could tell from your last dream, I'll give you a little hint at what's happened to your love since I captured you."
She turned and held out her hand to a figure behind her. Logan craned his neck, but the chains kept him close to the wall and he couldn't see who was helping her.
Whoever it was, they placed an object in her hand. Jo turned back to Logan, saying, "Since you found me in such a pleasant mood, here's a little something to play with your imagination for a while. If you can tear yourself away from all the interesting things in this nice cell that I was so kind to place you in."
She tossed the object over the balcony, and Logan watched it fall to the ground, landing just a couple of inches in front of him.
In the darkness he couldn't make out what it was, but when he reached forward and grabbed it, his heart jumped to his throat and the tears blurred his vision so much he had to blink them away before he could be sure that this was what he dreaded it was.
"He screamed the most when I took it from him." Was Jo's parting words, followed by the creaking and loud slamming of the door shutting behind her.
"No." Logan moaned, running his hands over the object. "Please...no." He sobbed again. He had thought he had been all cried out after being locked in this cell for so long, but this put him more over the edge than he had ever thought he could go.
In his hand, he held a collar of forest green, with a gold circle connecting the sides. But the green fabric was burnt and singed, breaking the connection. And the gold was scratched and bent, the letters unrecognizable. He even couldn't see the gold lettering on the fabric anymore the item was so damaged.
As his sobs grew louder in the dark cell, Logan could only fear how much worse his lover fared than this collar.
In case you don't remember, the ruined collar is from my Nightmare Revisited one shots, chapter 7 What's This? Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy whats to come :)
xoxo BA