Logan Sanders One Shots

Lost- Bad ending

Previously on Lost:

Roman's eyes rolled back as his face whitened. Roman crashed to the floor, hard.

Logan was hanging. His lifeless body was rocking in the wind.

There was blood on the rope and Logan's hands, almost as if Logan was fighting out.

Bones were jutting out of Logan's body. It seemed that he had starved himself before committing.

Roman was alone with this horrible act of despair.

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Roman woke up. Cobwebs fell from the ceiling but they weren't the only thing hanging. Roman saw Logan hanging. Roman got up, examining the body. It seemed like Logan had suffered a whole lot before he died. Blood dripped off of his fingers in a steady flow. It didn't seem that the flow would ebb any time soon.

Logans eyes were empty, devoid of light or emotions. Roman shuddered. I hate to see him like this. I thought sides didn't die, but I was wrong. Roman scanned the area, searching for a goodbye note. There was none around, just this lifeless corpse. Roman turned back to Logan and jumped. The so called lifeless eyes had life in them. They scanned Roman up and down.

Roman watched as a tear trickled down Logan's cheek. Suddenly this had gotten so much worse. How long was he hanging there? Roman wondered, wincing. Roman scanned the room for something, anything, to cut the rope and free Logan from the hell that Logan trapped himself in.

A chair caught his eye. It was sideways, as if someone had kicked it. Logan kicked out, struggling again to get out. His hands clawed the rope desperately, looking for a way out. Roman watched in horror as Logan released his last breath and went limp. Roman shuddered and turned back to the chair. He grabbed it and moved it just behind Logan.

Logan struggled to spin around, to watch Roman. Roman's face was dripping with tears as he stood up on the chair. This is all my fault. Roman closed his eyes and took out his sword. It was the only thing that Roman could think of that would cut through the rope which held Logan up. His sword glimmered in the early morning light as he raised it over his head.

Roman swung. The sword met a lot more resistance than Roman was expecting but there was a heavy thud as something hit the floor. Roman peeked his eyes open and felt a wave of nausea pass over him. He cut the wrong thing.

"No.. No no no no no no no!"

Roman panicked, cutting the rope. Logan laid on the floor, beheaded. Logan's head fell on the floor in front of the body, reminding Roman on what he did. Blood seeped out of Logan's lifeless body as if a sewerage pipe bursted. Roman watched as the floor was covered in blood. This was a nightmare come true.

Roman covered his face with his hands, sobbing on the chair. I didn't mean to do that I swear! I don't think Logan can come back from that! I'm a monster! He sobbed, overcome with guilt and nausea.

Roman felt a touch on his shoulder. He brought his hands off of his face and looked. He was not prepared for what he saw. Logan was holding his head in his hand, glaring at Roman.

"That was mighty rude of you."

"Logan? You're real?"

"Clearly, but I'm in constant pain."

Logan admitted. Blood continued to seep out of his body. It seemed whatever force revived him was able to summon blood and do the impossible. Roman fainted, collapsing on the floor. Blood flooded around him, submerging him. Logan just laughed as Roman was coated in blood. Maybe he'd think twice about blindly cutting ropes.

Roman woke up. A sticky substance was surrounding him. Roman sat up and looked at his hands. It was blood. Roman let out a whimper as he saw Logan again. Logan was headless and ever bleeding. This was a twisted turn of fate. Stories are supposed to have a happy ending, right?! So what is this?! Logan smiled at the horrified expression on Roman's face.

"It's only fair I repay you for what you've helped me with."

Logan said sweetly, grabbing Roman's sword. It was soaked with blood. Logan examined the blade, hearing Roman's cries for him to stop. Logan wasn't sure what came over him but he'd be sure to make the most of it.

Logan raised the sword above his head.

"An eye for an eye."

A screech was the last sound in the mindscape.