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Logan's Pov

-Ludamlada  I'm so sorry I kept putting this story off, I haven't really had the time and when I did I didn't really want to write.. Also this starts 1 week after the broadcast-

"That all you got?" I said to the solider in front of me.

"Just keep running your yap kid, Rorke will be here any second."

I scoffed Rorke hasn't been here for a week why would he be here now?

"Yeah and I'm going to escape any second now." i said sarcastically

He glared at me then left the room. I just smirked as he walked away.

3 Hours Later

I woke up and it was nighttime, i also wasn't having very good thoughts...

If your team cared about you they would be here

No. Logan you can't think like that. They're looking for you. Your going to be okay..

As I'm having these thoughts, I felt one of the federation soldiers yank me up yelling to his team that Rorke was back. Oh Yay Rorke's back. Said nobody ever.

I was dragged to a room and tied to a chair, then the lights came on and basically blinded me. You know those LED flashlights that you can get? It was like shining 10 of those right into your eyes.

The door to the room then opened and in walked Rorke. Also known as the guy possesed by the devil himself.

"What? No welcome back to your buddy Rorke?" he said

"I couldn't give 2 shits about you." I said back

"You've got some nerve kid, just wait."

"Wait for what? more torture? Because it doesn't really seem to be effecting me. I lived through that bullet and I can live-"

I was cut off from Rork putting tape over my mouth. I glared at him as he left the room to get a knife or a gun or something.

3 Minutes Later

Rorke came back but not with what I was expecting. He came back with a knife, a matchbox and my Ghosts mask...

Instead of going over to torture me with the knife he set the mask on the floor them walked over to me.

"So I heard after your Dad died they gave you his mask. That didn't really work out too well for them, now did it?"

As he walked back over to the mask he lit one of the matches then turned to me.

"Now. Logan. We're all friends here right? Now I wkll blow this match out if you tell me where I can find the Ghosts."

I just glared at him as he put the match closer and closer to my mask.

"3"

Should I tell him?

"2"

Maybe a fake place?

"1"

"Mmmff!" is all I got through the tape on my mouth, he walked over to me and ripped the tape off of my mouth.

"Stop. I'll tell you."

"I ain't got all day kid!"

"In Lawrence. Bakers Street."

"Now that wasn't so hard right kid? How about we talk to the ghosts a little?"

Feds piled into the room and started setting up a table and broadcast equipment while one of the feds put tape back over my mouth.

Why does he need to broadcast again?

He just did that 2 weeks ago.

"Hello Everybody and Ghosts!"

"We had a nice chat a week or w ago and I wanted to stop in, say hi! Also it doesn't seem as if your looking for poor Logan anymore are you?"

"You killed him you-!" is all I heard before someone said shut up.

"What do you want Rorke?"

"I just wanted to do this." he picked up the ghost mask as someone gave him a mack then he burned it.

"I also wanted to show you who else wanted to say hi." he stepped to the side and this time I could actually see who was talking.

"Logan!" i saw Hesh yell surprised, I kept looking from my mask to Hesh.

See, in war I guess you could say the Ghosts have always been there in the shadows. And the mask or the face paint has always been there to represent that. Without my mask I'm no ghost.

Not anymore...

Hello people!!!!! I updated!!!
How is everyone?
Is this chapter any good I've been working on it for so long! Lol anyway hopefully I'll see you all soon!