I'll Protect You (Original Version)

I heard the Grim Reaper is bad luck; unfortunately, he gave me a boat ride

I ran in front of Logan's car.

Okay, so that might not have been the most intelligent thing to do since he seemed as angry as the Hulk (minus the green pigmentation and mutation of size). I was surprised he wasn't angry enough to just run me over.

I stood there for a moment, a sheepish smile on my face as I prayed to the stars that he wouldn't storm out of the car right at the moment and kill me himself. He sat there for a moment, his jaw dropped open, his eyes like quarters as he gawked at me.

Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, I prayed silently as the shock in his golden eyes turned into an unbelievable anger. I was shaking on the inside, afraid that at any given moment, Logan would get out of his car and give me one of his infamous rants.

Instead, he pressed something on the dashboard of his car. The phone in the pocket of my dress (I know, my dress had pockets!) began to buzz. I dug my phone out of the hidden pocket and saw that he had called me.

Shooting Logan a weird look, I slid the answer button, and held the phone to my ear. "Please don't kill me," was the first thing out of my mouth.

I watched and heard him scoff. Not a second later, I heard the dial tone, and Logan beckoned for me to join him on his journey of misery. Well, at least he didn't yell, right? I expected him to be all, "LOGAN ANGRY. LOGAN SMASH!" on me, but he didn't. That's a start. That's a very good start.

 Logan didn't even say a full hello, just a tired sigh and a press of the gas pedal before speeding off into the sunset. I didn't know where he was taking us, just that we were heading into the town square, where many trick-or-treaters would be roaming.

Since it was Halloween night, there were decorations honoring the ghostly spooks of the year hanging and standing around, in front of doors, around the corners, streaming between the lamp posts with golden orbs criss-crossing the sky above the center. Stickers plastered the windows while little kids with parents skipped by, asking stores for candy. 

Logan parked right beside Paradise Square Centre, where a cute park flourished. Tonight, well.....it wasn't as cute as it usually was.  In honor of the ghosts and vampires haunting our streets, the park had been turned into a cemetery, with fog machines oozing out thick layers of water and liquid nitrogen. Or dry ice. The magic of fog machines, my friends.
There were fake tombstones lining the edge of the park. Several town residents had volunteered to dress up as zombies, ghosts, vampires, witches, monsters, and devils and hand out candy.

"I have a favor to ask you," Logan suddenly sighed as I admired one particular zombie's make-up. He would definitely tie with Elijah and me. Logan didn't normally ask for favors. And when he did, I never really ever agree. Not unless there was something in it for me.

"Alright, alright. I'll apologize to your stupid girlfriend and I won't start food fights in a fancy restaraunt," I sighed. Throwing that dish at the Blonde Nuisance's face was so satisfactory though.

"Take my mind off what happened earlier."

Hm. This was new. To be honest, I'd have expected to turn this vehicle around right away and speed to his beloved's house (who could do no wrong, remember?), get on one knee, and aplogize for his completely inexcusable behavior. Logan was a confronter. He didn't flee from his problems. Except for maybe me. But I am Park the Almighty. Everyone runs away in terror from me.

"No," was my answer. "You need to go make things up with Sophia." It killed me to say it. Heck, it murdered me inside to admit that she was better with him than with me. But it was the truth, right? He and I weren't supposed to be together--she was his best shot at happiness for the moment.