Logan POV
My sins are beyond unholy at this point. Everyone thinks I do it for money, drugs, power and some think I do it for love. Those idiots can think. They can think and think and live in their thoughts while I attack. Sometimes I think nobody gets me- but hell, I get me. I know what I like. I
I know why I got myself into this business- pure sadistic addiction. Its a high not a lot can afford- its a high I bleed into euphoria with. I love the pain, the fear and the torment. Ian and Edward think Im just like them- when Im more mighty and more powerful. They both are just bodies- just bodies. Nothing truly makes us alive.
We are nothing but chemicals and mass. We were born dead. Our eyes were born to see the blacks and grays and even the drenching reds. Our skin was made to feel the pain and bear scars. Our minds were made to get messed up. Unlike others, I own it.
My legs are rigid- so are my dead eyes as I walk hastily to the unknown stadium. The old banners of a football tournament tremble with the cold sadistic thrill of the wind. I hate the perfect night, perfect location and perfect solitude.
I am here for a reason- for that same addiction that always ridiculed guilt away from me. I am no kind man- I have killed and feasted and murdered and burnt and even raped. I am the devil. The kind kids hiss at in their nightmares.
My feet halt at the large mirror- a door. I see my reflection- dressed with the years that have changed me. I have added a couple pounds, lost a lot of hair and have grown several liver spots around my scalp.
My beard is unbothered and my eyes are bloodshot, probably from the heroine I had. Heroine reminds me of my once grand business- those were the days. I do not let nostalgia ruin my mission. I am here to meet a friend- an old friend.
Ian wrote to me through the dark web wanting to meet me. It has been 6 years since we met- years since the incident.
Thats what everyone calls it- the incident, or more so- the escape.
A door shuts behind me as I enter the glass box room. I walk inside the seating areas and find my seat- 12D. Something tingles at the back of my head. Huh. The empty stadium looks gothic- with the absence of dead bodies thriving to feel alive. I feel dead- with the purest venom bathing my blood. I sit down with that.
The large screen in front of me buzzes with red and green light bands. The tonic sound of the screen screeches through the whole room. The screen is hypnotizing. The sound echoes and chants a spell - embedding into my thick skull.
Nothing is heard, felt, I cant think. I just stare. I stare at those lights and grow infatuated to the ringing sound.
Where is he?
Where is Ian?
I wait for 10 minutes, 30 minutes and 50 minutes later the screen shuts down. The buzzing sound stops. My eyes turn and shift around the room. I am here for a reason. I stand up and I see a red dot. A single red dot ascending quickly to my wrinkly forehead. Oh shit. That is when I realize that Ian is not coming. Ian was never coming.
They are after me.
I quickly duck down under the chairs but it is of no use.
The last thing I feel is a single silent bullet pierce through my forehead.
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BAD: LOGAN
غموض / إثارةBAD: Blink And Die. The first part is about Logan. Some say he was a ruthless murderer , some say they never heard of him. But when his dead body is found in a stadium arena- a lot of questions come forward. Most of which revolve around the one sing...
