Getting It Together

Logan's Suffering

"Pascal." Pascal didn't even need to turn at the voice to know another ghost was behind him. He was sat at the table, coffee cup in hand, the sun barely rising through the windows. "Where is Logan?"

"Gosh you guys sure know about everything, don't you." Pascal laughs weakly, taking another slow sip. "He's sleeping, okay? He's sleeping. Logan is fine."

"Pascal." Another voice. "What did you do to Logan? Where is he? He never came up with the others. We all know you have him."

"He hurt me..." Pascal mumbles, shutting his eyes and downing the rest of his coffee. "Why do you always have to pry? It was so nice when I left, no constant talking and blah blah blahs-"

One of the ghosts rolls their eyes, re-appearing in Alejo's room. "Hello, Alejo. I'm Robin. I live here. How is little Jasper doing?"

Alejo looks up at the voice, brightening at the ghost in front of him. She had a short bob cut and her jaw was partially ripped off. "Ghosts! Oh, it's been so long since I've been around a good cemetery. Pascal's old house was all the way up on a mountain, and there was absolutely nothing up there...Jasper is fine. He's playing with some toys. Pascal gave me a colouring book yesterday, Hot Wheels."

He grins toothily, allowing the ghost to drift closer. Robin smiles down at Jasper, happily laying on a playmat that Pascal had brought up the day prior.

"Do you mind me asking what happened to your-" Alejo gestures to his jaw.

"I think I got smashed with something...Have you seen Logan at all since you've come here? A lot of us are really worried about him." Robin relays.

"No, I haven't. I'm getting really worried." Alejo says honestly. Jasper makes two fists at his dad, waving them around.

The other three ghosts watched as Robin left, moving over to talk to Jason instead.

"Hey, sleazeball, what do you want from Florencio? And don't play dumb, we all saw what happened yesterday." Forgetful scowls at the man.

"Isn't it obvious? I want-" Jason pauses, looking over at Pascal cleaning dishes in the sink. "To get to know him better. He seems nice."

Pascal pauses, his hands still in the warm, sudsy sink water. The ghosts suddenly notice the half-corporal figure looming over Pascal's shoulder and talking into his ear.

"It's time." Jason laughs lowly, watching as Pascal heads into the basement.

"Pascal! Wait!" Two of the ghosts dive for the door, unable to go down into the basement due to invisible barriers. "Pascal! Think this through!"

"Get back here, Hourglass you coward!" A ghost named Potter yells down the steps.

There was no answer.

When Logan woke up it was dark.

And cold, so, so cold.

Something was in his mouth, preventing him from speaking. Rope burned and tugged into his skin, making it a bright angry red.

"Logan." A sing-song voice echoes through the room he was in, and a hand dances along his arm.

Logan shivers, goosebumps rising on his arms as he tried to flip himself around.

"Logan, Logan, Logan...What are we going to do with you?" Pascal hums, gently tugging his hair.

His grip soon turned harsh, and Logan yelps as pain shoots through his skull.

"You thought you could leave me?" Pascal hisses.

A sharp pain shoots through Logan's lower back, and he screams. He could feel blood soaking into his shirt, and part of his back was now exposed to the cold air.