The Darkness

Chapter 18

"Papa?" Susan asked, Logan heard a slight quiver in her voice. Logan rounded the corner, on top of the stairs.

Logan could see Mama crouched on the ground, crying, Susan stood next to her facing Papa.

Maybe Papa had gotten through to her! Susan took a hesitant step forward. "Is that really you?"

Logan watched, carefully making sure Susan didn't see him. He saw a flash of light, glinting off a knife in her hand. Where are all these knives coming from?!

"Baby girl?!" He heard Papa say hesitantly. Dad!! She was gunna stab him!

"No!!!" Logan shouted launching himself down the stairs, just as Susan lunged at Papa.

Papa stumbled backwards, but not fast enough. The knife was buried into his shoulder. Papa cried out, falling to the ground.

Susan ripped the knife out, bring it back down, but just before it buried itself in the man's chest Logan tackled Susan. They fell to the ground, Susan landing on top Logan. They wrestled over the knife.

Susan twisted the knife so it was inching toward his chest. "Gah..." Logan tried twisting her grip to get the knife out of her hand, but nothing seemed to work.

Logan's heart pounded, sweat coated him. "Susan stop this," Susan didn't reply, only pressed harder, "Susan, please," he begged, fear pressed him.

"I hate that name!!" She growled, now the knife was only inches from his chest.

At a last ditch effort, he tried again. "Tania! Tania, please, don't do this!"

He felt her hand hesitate, ever so slightly, Logan said it again. "Tania, ok?! I'll call you Tania as long as you stop."

Susan looked him in the eyes, and he saw her gaze harden. "It won't matter if your dead," she growled.

Logan felt the pressure again, but abruptly it stopped, with a loud clang. Susan slumped forward on top of him, above them Carl stood, a long bat in his hand.

He flipped the bat in the air. "I told you, you should tie her up, and check her for more weapons."

Logan slumped back in relief, and let out a breath before Papa slipped back into his mind.

Logan shoved Susan off of him, and ran over to his father. "Papa?!" Papa groaned, but he was alive. Papa held his shoulder, blood leaking through his finger tips. "Are you ok?!"

Logan chuckled, but now that he thought about it, his bullet wound was burning again. "I'm fine, you're the one bleeding!"

"Oh, just because I'm old, doesn't mean I can't handle a little flesh wound," Papa said, with a chuckle followed by a wince.
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Logan stood outside breathing in the night air. Marita came up behind him, wrapping her arms around him. Marita's father had been arrested when Logan turned out be be alive and told the Sharif what about getting shot.

Logan turned around in Marita's arms, wrapping his own around her. "I was so worried about you, every second I worried," Logan told her, breathing in her scent.

"I highly doubt that, but you saying it makes me love you more," Marita told him. "How is she?"

Logan sighed and buried his face in her hair. "I don't know! She hates us and I don't know how to help her. I just wonder what they did to her."

Marita rubbed his back, Logan took comfort from her touch. "I just worry for you," she muttered.

"Me?" Logan asked pulling back to look her in the eye. "Why are you worried about me?"