The Red River

Act 1: Final Chapter: Insanity

"Will you join them?!" Logan shouted amongst the crowd, who were already fuming with every word he said. I observed the audience without saying a word. I saw Henry shouting for backup and demanding for everyone to remain calm, I observed the audience as they went on a frenzy, throwing objects toward Logan, yelling and showing nothing but violence. Logan however just stood amongst the chaos. Wherever Logan went, he was always the one who stood amongst the violence. I hated that about him. Logan was the cause for all the chaos, yet everyone would have rather argued with each other than focus on the main problem. This infuriated me. No one saw what I saw, no one had been a part of this experience as I did. I hoped that Henry would have at least saw what Logan was doing but he did not. He was along the sheep; they were all doing what Logan wanted them to do. All he wanted was chaos, he wanted everyone to fall apart so he could come a lead them to salvation.

"All you people do is argue... All you do is bicker, compete, kill each other. And for what? A seat at the table? A say? Is being right more important than a life?" I muttered to myself as the rage, the hate returned to me. My blood heated once again, the beast that I had locked away for all this time had returned. The beast scratched away at my mental state. This thing, whatever it was tried to resist my control. The devil knocked on my door once again, all he wanted me to do was let him in. My problems would go away if I would just let him in. I was slowly losing my sanity... I could no longer control him. What human was left of me, was now nothing but memory. While my mind was being lost, Henry called the guards to calm the crowd with force. Visiting time was over, Logan's play time was over, interviews were over, by my play time... my play time was just getting started.

Me and Henry walked Logan back to his room. No one said a word while we walked. Logan looked straight forward; I could not see his facial expression. Henry walked beside me; however, he was in front of me by a few inches. He shown the same facial expression he had always shown, agitated, angry, mean, or maybe all of the above. It was hard to tell with him. We all walked slowly. Every one of us wanted to say something, but for the same reason we all held our tongue. We had all been through a lot. We were not allying or friends; however, there was a silent showing of respect from all of us.

"You okay their officer? You've been quiet for a while now." Logan's voice traveled swiftly to my ears. His tone sounded as if he were trying to mock me. My mind told me to talk to back and by God I tried. I wanted to shut this asshole up for all the damage he caused but I could not do it. The man behind the curtains pulled my strings. He made me keep shut. He spoke for me.

"Shut the hell up! Arms in front and step inside your pod!" Henry demanded as he uncuffed the restraints from Logan's arms and feet. Logan was once again contained in his pod; however, there was something off. There had always been something off ever since he arrived at this Asylum. Everything seemed to be wrong. Something was missing about all of this.

"That day when I arrested you. You seemed calm, as if nothing fazed you... as if you knew what I had planned, but you could not have known. You... You expected me to shoot you, you wanted to be a martyr. Yet, you seem, you seem like you knew this was going to happen. You knew exactly where you'd be located, you knew that number you'd be given, you knew who'd be here. How? How did you know?" I asked. The words rushed from my mouth, sounding both paranoid and agitated.

"I bed your pardon?" Logan asked simply. His grin was shown through the small window of his pod. He toyed with me yet again. After all of this! After everything he had put me through, he still could not give me what I wanted!

"Stop fucking with me!!! You know what I'm talking about Logan! You- you took my best friend- my brother! You took my life away from me! Hypnotized me! Kidnapped me! You put me through hell!!! You got followers that storm the fucking courts and boycott police stations to get you out of here! YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED!! GIVE ME WHAT I WANT!! TELL ME THE TRUTH!! HOW, HOW DID YOU KNOW THIS WOULD HAPPEN?!! TELL ME!!!" The rage in my vocals fueled the man behind the curtains. This is what hate felt like, this is what fear felt like. Fear of the unknown, fear of what someone else knew, someone more powerful than me. My body trembled in fear and rage at once. Everything around me was muted except for Logan. I did not care about anything else but his answer to my question, I was not going to leave until he told me.