Beautiful Lies

Chapter Twenty Eight: The Alliance

Hey guysssssssssssssssssssss! The Bitch is back, no need to fear! Thank you for waiting nearly three months to see another chapter of this story (if you're still here). Sorry about the shit chapter, but on the bright side, it means good chapters will follow soon enough anyway! Plus, I'll be updating my other fic too, so bonus to those of you reading both! Hope you're all having an absolutely wonderful time, and now, after a long fucking ramble, enjoy your mediocre angst. -😈

Remus and Janus stood toe to toe with the  two Hart prisoners, Logan Hart staring in horror at them, hands still tied back behind him, stuck in the dark basement, much to the growing annoyance of Remus and the placating calm of Janus. Roman had once again opted out of trying to convince them, sitting back and ignoring them

"You want me to-to-to-"

"To help us fight against your father, yes keep up!" Remus snapped. Janus frowned.

"Relax Remus, you're not getting anywhere by yelling at him." Logan stares at him, shaking in horror. "Logan, please?"

"I couldn't-I-he'd be furious-"

"Not if we win," Remus snapped, annoyed.

"You didn't last time," Emile said, finally participating. "You're children, not revolutionaries. You don't know how to stage a revolution."

"What do you know about a revolution?" Remus hissed. "Last time I checked, Emile Hart wasn't the great revolutionary of the century."

"I know plenty more than incensed teenagers rebelling against authority," Emile said coldly. Remus growled, Janus placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing Roman's hand.

"You're trying to push us, aren't you?" he said, smiling coldly. "You want to see a real revolution and you want us to prove it."

Emile stared at him, gaze relatively unchanging except for a flash of shock across his face. Bingo.

"You're a lot more like your husband than you think," Janus said, laughing slightly. Logan and Roman both blanch, looking at each other in mutual shock. Emile's expression doesn't break.

"And you aren't as clever as you think."

"Am I?" Janus challenged, Remus backing down and remembering why Janus was in charge of this rebellion in the first place. Janus was the only one of them who could truly see through people, one of the first people who had seen Patton's well-meaning innocent facade. He could let other people see what he saw. "Or are you frightened that I saw through you?"

"You might think you have the upper hand, but you are wrong," Emile said coldly. "You don-"

"Papa?" Logan says quietly. "He's right. You know it." Remus's mouth opens slightly, and he laughs, Janus raising an eyebrow in interest. Emile freezes after a moment, staring at his son, betrayed. Logan swallowed nervously. "And...And I'm ready to stand up to father. I love Virgil too much to hurt him like that. I have to help him." Janus smiled, knowing he finally had the opportunity to make Emile switch sides. "I promised him I would never hurt him again."

"Well Mr. Hart? It looks like you're the only one who's on the fence. Are you going to join us? Or stay trapped?" Janus said, looking at him closely. "Because if you really want to return to Patton Hart's arms, you know you're returning to a cage, don't you?"

"Of course I do," Emile says bitterly, looking away. "But I'd be stupid to think someone like you would be able to put a stop to my husband."

"Well, he doesn't either," Janus said slyly. "So he won't see us coming." Everyone turns to Emile, looking at him and compelling him to join.

"This is foolish," Emile says coldly. "But it looks like I don't have a choice."

Logan hugged him, beaming.

"Oh thank you!"

Emile sighed, turning to Janus.

"So what is your great plan revolutionary?" He asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Janus smirked.

"Come with me."

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Virgil wheezed out a hacking cough, face a horrible sickly blue, a bruise on his face seeming to swallow his whole face for when his brother dared share food. The cell could have been made of ice because of how cold it was, Virgil trembling without a cloak to warm him.

"Vee?" Remy asked. "Hang on, you'll be okay soon," he whispered. "You'll be okay."

Virgil shuddered, coughing loudly.

"Promise...promise not to miss me if I die?" He asks him, raspy voice breaking. "I-don't want you to miss me for too long."

"Virgil don't say that," Remy said blinking back tears, getting as close to his brother as he dared. "You won't die."

Virgil coughed again, shivering, bangs falling in front of his face. His pale face was clinging to his bones, his skeleton and his skin practically the same.

"I-I'm too weak," he murmurs weakly. "If-if you see Logan-tell him-" Virgil coughed again, shaking physically. "I love him?"

Remy stared at him painfully.

"I won't let you die, you aren't dying." Virgil coughed again pitifully, face pale and drawn in the moonlight, as a clock silently ticked with Patton Hart's warning.

Tick, tock. Tick tock.