Logan Greenwood
He might as well have been dead. Logan felt so little and so much at the same time, it was worsening his destruction. His payment. He was fading faster and was sure that his legs were completely invisible. His stomach groaned in pain. He clutched Darwin closer as if his dead body would bring warmth. His dead body. The words were so clear to Logan that he thought he might explode.
"I love you." His voice shook violently with the heavy tears that poured from his eyes. Logan pleaded with whatever god may be listening to be able to trade places with his best friend. "It was supposed to be me. I was supposed to go first." He placed Darwin on the wet, soft grass and looked down at what was left of his own body. He closed his eyes and bit his quivering lip as he grabbed the hem of his shirt. He slowly lifted it and felt the cold morning wind nip at his stomach. His breath hitched violently and he whimpered when he looked down where a torso was supposed to be. His legs were gone, his arms were nearly gone, and the fading was creeping up his abdomen.
"I'm sorry, buddy." He cried quietly. Logan shook his head and felt cold water from the earlier rain leak from the ends of his curls. The moon blinked dully in the grey of everything. The grey sky blended with the pale colors of the trees and the grass. Everything was grey. This was the world without Darwin. Logan knew what had to come next. He couldn't just carry Darwin around until he looked like a floating body. He couldn't just haul his body wherever he went. Pretty soon, no one would be able to see him and he would fade altogether, scattered between the frames of time. And maybe then, it would all end. Logan could finally rest in the pits of Hell where he belonged.
Darwin made it to Heaven. He was sure. Logan knew that if anybody deserved to be up in the clouds with his or her own halo, it was Darwin. He knew that his best friend's smile would forever be lost to him and his delicate face with never again speak his name. Logan knew that by the end of the day, whatever the hour, he would be gone forever. Logan had to bury him while he was still here. He wrapped his arms around Darwin and scooped him up from the earth. He eyes darted between the trees, trying to find a large enough clearing. Off to the right, the trees spread out just enough for Darwin to have his own slice of peace. Slowly, almost unwillingly, Logan began his trudge towards the grassy patch. It was no happier than the grey that laced around it. But it was empty.
He was on his knees again. His cheeks burned and his throat raw. Darwin was propped up against a tree, his head lolled to the side. Logan wrapped his arms around his knees and held them close. He rocked slowly, trying to calm himself. The blood that ran through his veins was stale. His throat was painfully raw and the his eyes were dry.
"Alright buddy." He nearly coughed. "Let's get on with it."
Logan was on all four and began scraping at the ground. With his own invisible hands Logan dug the final resting place for his best friend.
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Ceaser looked around the familiar white-walled room. His eyes were dead and his brain felt the same. His brother had been accused of a crime he never committed and no one would believe him. Ceaser wanted to gouge out the eyes of every police officer he saw. He wanted to feel the blood of a specific detective run onto his hands. The law had failed him. The very crevices of his large hands became sweaty as Detective Grey entered the room with a scowl that flooded his features.
"Ceaser." He shook his head. "Ceaser, Ceaser, Ceaser." Grey pulled a chair and sat directly across from the young boy.
"What do you want?" Ceaser's tone matched that of a zombie; slow and dead.
