"One might think that's the way it's supposed to be, to take without regard for the human mind, to take and to disrupt the world around you by making your reality true. One might even believe that's human nature. To take and contro-" Remus was cut off by the touch of a slender, yet slightly curved index finger grazing the front of his lip. "Remus..." Logan said. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Remus gently slapped away logans hand. "Nothing! Hehe." Logan sighed, merging into another lane, methodically changing gear. He couldn't stand automatic, after all. Not enough control. "Remus, you know the only reason i agreed to go on a date with you is to save my friends, right? Don't go spouting random shit like that. I just want to sail through these few weeks and make sure everybody is okay." Remus faked being taken aback. "Oh my word! 'Spouting shit...' What an undelectable idea. I love it." Remus placed a finger over Logans neck, upon a tattoo crudely etched into him, still slightly bleeding. "Logan, I would like to go to taco bell." Remus paused a moment. "No, scratch that- taco bell is for children, so- how about a Subway? I wouldn't mind a little plain bread with jalepeno and banana pepper." In those moments, logans eyes glazed over, and all he could mutter were words dedicated to making him (and only him) happy. Remus smiled, and Logan remained the same vacant vessel all the way to Subway. The car door slammed, and logan was awakened. "Now now now, dear Loagie-log-chan." Remus smiled. "Remember when you decided you would eat everything, Logan? Don't you wish you could have died here, Logan?" Logan remained in the same, glazed state. "If everybody just gave their body and soul to me, I would become the objective truth. I wo-" Remus cut him off. "Quiet, child. Eat me out later. Come. Show us your collar and let us enter." Logan absently walked to the place beside remus and let him hook a leash onto the choker he was wearing. Or, rather, forced to wear along with a skirt and leggings. It reminded him of the kind of queer, artistic things he did as a child. Or, maybe that was somebody else. The bell rang, and he was forced to sit down at a booth by the window. He could run, if he wanted to. It simply wouldn't end well for the other parts of him that really mattered. Steam arose from under his skirt. He could feel it, they were getting hungry again. "MMMMmmMMMMmMMmMmmmMMMMMMMH! Logan-kunnnnnnnnnnNNNNN." Remus called out. "What would you like to eat this morning, my baby boy?" The woman working behind the counter looked slightly nervous, but Logan paid her no mind. Remus called to him again. "It's alright, sweetie pie. You don't need to order, anyway." Remus looked at the woman behind the counter up and down. She had a slim, petite build. "Yes, you'll do nicely, won't you?" Remus paused. "Ahem, sorry. I would like some flat, white bread with with banana pepper and jalapeno. Maybe put some mustard and hot sauce in that baby too."
Logan felt completely and utterly alone. As in all serene moments, all he could do was put his hands over his ears and sob. At that second, he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He heard a voice "Don't worry, we're here. You'll be okay. You're safe. We have you." Those words, in that order, just made it worse. After a moment, the sandwich was made and Remus came back to the booth where Logan was sitting. Logan had his head clenched into his hands and he seemed to be muttering incomprehensibly. "Now, now. Already broken, are we? Just by being here? That was too quick, and it simply won't do." Remus paused. "Hurt, are we? The kind of hurt that doesn't go away. I know. I know it well, Logan. Come. Let's go back, shall we? To where it began. Right in this building." Logan felt a sense of vertigo and at the same time he felt his stomach drop as if he just jumped off a cliff. He felt like he was about to die, and at that same moment, he existed in the same place he had before. Remus and Logan switched places. Everything was different, but familiar, somehow. Logan stomached a sense of utter dread and looked around. This was the place only he could handle, after all. The only people aside from him and Remus in the Subway were a family of three. A mother, a father, and a child. They didn't particularly stand out in any way, but he knew just what he saw. He felt sick. Logan calmly stood up, and went into a bathroom at the end of the hall. He opened the door and let it swing back shut with a slam. He calmly walked to the left side of the room and let it loose. He had vomit all over his chest and dress, most of it didn't go into the sink at all. He stood there, silently weeping. He looked up at the mirror and punched it as hard as he could, shattering it and throwing glass everywhere. At the same moment, the door creaked open and what he had expected to see be Remus was the farthest from him. It was the little boy. He stood in front of the door as it swung shut. The boy said nothing, as if he couldn't and walked past him, opening a stall, and using the toilet. Logan stood freakishly still, a sense of dread washing over him as if he had simply frozen solid. Logan slipped on the floor and hit his ass on the cold bathroom floor. As he did so, the bathroom door opened yet again to reveal Remus, smiling wider than humanly possible, drenched in blood with a woman struggling beside him. He recognized the woman, but he couldn't say where from. In the side opposite to the woman, Remus held something wet and obtuse in his hand. It was slick with a bright crimson, and limp like a dead rat. It took him far too long to register that it was a human heart. The woman was crying, struggling to escape from Remus' grip. He held her closer and whispered something in her ear. The sight of it made him want to puke, but he had nothing left in his stomach. Logan tried to stand up but found himself slipping on his vomit again and falling back to the floor. That sort of thing happened a lot.
The stall door opened and at the sight of his mother, the boy let no expression leave his body. He simply sat down, put his hands over his ears, and began crying. Logan turned his sight over to the woman. The mark on his neck began searing into his skin, making him feel things he didn't want to. The woman was screaming something to the little boy but he was covering his ears, so he didn't hear. Logan felt like all the air in the room left except for in his body, so he stood up and calmly walked towards Remus. As he stood in front of the woman, no emotion could logically surge through him, so he simply didn't feel anything. He wrapped his hands around the womans neck and waited for the light in her eyes to fade. The pain was worse now, and he could actually smell burnt flesh, but that's all in the past. Remus inched forward before getting on his knees and snaking his hand up Logans skirt. Logan felt blood around his mouth and realized he had taken a bite out of whatever Remus had been holding before. Or maybe he ate it whole, he couldn't remember. Remus finished Logan off and he felt a warm liquid pour down his thighs and hit the corpse of the woman below him. Logan blinked and there was more blood everywhere. Everywhere. The corpse of the woman was covered in a sticky white liquid and blood was dripping from where her mouth was forced open. Logan took a step back and felt a crunch beneath his heel, looking down he saw the teeth and fingers of the woman he killed. Remus was nowhere to be found, yet the boy remained at the foot of the stall. Watching the scene with wide eyes. Logan turned to the boy and said these words. "Don't worry, we're here. You'll be okay. You're safe. We have you." He looked down at the corpse of the woman one more time before slicing open her stomach with a piece of glass and pulling out her intestine. He walked over to the boy and wrapped it around his neck, dragging him up and outside of the bathroom with it. He passed by the corpse of the man from before, who had a hole gaping from his chest. He led the boy to the car Remus and he had driven, opened the trunk, and tied the intestine to something in his car. The boy stood silently, watching Logan make his way back to the driver's seat. The engine revved, and the car pulled away. The pain was excruciating for him, he felt his back torn to shreds and he felt like the front of his face had been torn off. He knew he wouldn't be able to move his arms and legs the same way, but it's okay. The reality of it is; he didn't mind taking these things.
In the past, I had loved to watch my brother paint. It was all he could do to make himself feel happy, and so seeing him like that made me happy. Logan thinks that I'm super talented with art and crafting and he said that he loves the way I always make people laugh. Logan told me he wished he was like me, but I told him it was okay. "Not everyone can be the same." I know that especially after things like that happen to you. Remus was staring at Logan on the swing set from across the yard. His parents bought the swings for him, but he wasn't envious that Logan was sitting on them. There were two seats, after all. "Logannnnn!" Remus called, pacing himself toward Logan. Remus' parents, Logan's godparents, said that he's been a sorry sight ever since the adoption, but that didn't matter to Remus. Remus was always lonely, so having a brother was pretty cool! Right? Remus took a seat on the swing next to Logan and began swinging back and forth. "Logaaaannnn..." Remus called to him. Logan looked up. He hasn't been able to speak for a while, he physically can't, but Remus could always tell what Logan was saying. Somehow. "What do you think love is?" Remus asked. Logan made no sound, but the meaning of the words popped into Remus' head. "A construction, my love." Remus squinted, sticking his tongue out. "Then what do you think about people who think love is one thing, but is actually another? Like when your daddy hit your mommy?" Logan tilted his disgusting, horrifying head to one side. "When the reality of people's thoughts bleed into each other it all becomes the same to me. I'll eat everybody anyway." Remus thought it was funny how Logan said funny things like that. "Well, when you eat me, make sure I'm not lonely. It's not that I would hate to be alone in your head, I'm just not sure if my little heart can take it." Logan tilted his head to the other side. "I'll eat everybody." Logan wanted to make sure nobody was hurt ever again. And Logan wanted to kill Remus, but he didn't know why. So he did.
