The shimmering, green grass surrounded them. He could only see fields of fresh grass and the forest that hid all of it and them. Logan felt the cold breeze as he watched everyone arguing. “We need to wait for Clive, he helped us out. If it wasn’t for his store, we would be screwed.” Jim shrugged his shoulders; though, the long-haired cousin agreed passionately as he tried to convince his other cousin.
“they’re going back to their store anyway.” Logan crossed his arms and continued to speak. “So why don’t you, me and Jim get to that train like we planned?” He stood tall and puffed his chest, thinking how right he was.
Annabelle’s eyes looked to the ground as she said, “they need the wagon too and we planned to wait if we lost someone or split up. Did you forget about that, or are you still up your own ass? You need to drag yourself out before I do.”
“Well, I didn’t plan on waiting.” Logan instantly regretted his words as he softened his voice. “Why don’t they just come with us and after they can take the wagon back to the store. Probably where Clive is.” He continued to feel self-satisfied as his ego began to feed itself.
Jim suddenly spoke after a longed silence, “he’s right, ya know… I hate to say it but he’s right. We are standing meat sacks, readied to be shot at, if the law has followed us…”
“No one has followed us,” Annabelle said as she then tried to get both cousins on her side, yet the bald one looked confused as he tried to pretend no one was speaking to him. He could see Annabelle’s face beginning to give up and it deprived him of happiness but he knew he needed to see it.
“Like Jim said, it’s safer for us to just get to that train,” Logan said as he attempted to put his arm around her shoulders, “please, let us get to this train and be safe.” But before he could give her serenity, she knocked his arm back towards himself and walked to wagon. “Don’t be like that. We need to do the safe thing.”
She turned back and Logan seen fire in her eyes, “but what about the right thing, Logan? Isn’t that important too?” He was about to reply, yet she walked towards the wagon before the chance even came. He looked at Jim like a victim as he shrugged his shoulders and began following Annabelle. Logan sighed as cold smoke followed it.
As Logan caught up with Jim, he asked, “after getting way from this place, where do we go? The train will take us far but what town do we go to?” Jim had no answer. “I am not going to one of them cities or whatever them domesticated humans call them.”
Jim laughed before saying, “yup, they’re clean but nope you cannot have fun…”
“Yeah, I heard people like us aren’t allowed within their peace, so fuck them. Yet… I would love to crash their party and show them real men. Men who fight for themselves. I even heard they don’t like fighting after a good old drink.” They both laughed as they reached the wagon.
Suddenly, Annabelle looked past Logan with her jaw to the floor, and as he turned around, words were directed at him. “Where are you guys going? I thought we was waiting for our people?” Annabelle instantly jumped off the wagon and Clive continued to speak, “my help on this job doesn’t matter if ya guys then.”
Annabelle’s tone of voice was sharp but saddened, “I’m sorry… we’re sorry, Clive. Honestly, didn’t mean it like that but we need to get ourselves out of this mess right now, the law knows it is us… the sheriff was right outside and knew it was me.” She took a breather as she watched him grew despondent to the situation. “Not one person would expect you, not one, so please don’t be mad and just get onto the wagon. They have your share.”
Logan watched Clive change in a second, his body was within itself and the skin on his face turned pale like a bottle of milk. Logan wondered what he had bottled up. Someone or something was telling Logan that his whole world was about to be turned upside down.
Clive, with a tear going down his cheek, said, “I not really mad about that… I kind of wish you lot were colder and did leave. I’m sorry,” he looked into Annabelle’s eyes. Everyone began sprawling with fear, except for Annabelle.
She just looked at him in disbelief, asking him, “what have you done?”
Suddenly Logan aimed his pistol at him and shouted, “what have you said to the law? It was your fault that the sheriff was outside the bank. Tell me or I will pop one right between your eyes!” Before Clive could answer, the long-haired cousin brought his gun onto Logan and Jim followed suit as he aimed his shaking pistol at the cousin. “Go on shoot me, you and ya yellowbelly cousin.” Yet the bald cousin stood still and held his bag of money tighter.
“Please don’t do anything stupid? You may still live through this,” Clive said.
Logan smirked, “You’re loving this, backstabbing all of us. People like you should die!”
Suddenly, Annabelle woke from her slumber. “I thought you was my friend. We have so much history and you’re really willing to throw it away to be a grass for the law.” Annabelle’s confused face angered Logan, he wanted to pull his trigger, even if it was the last thing he did. “Please don’t do this? Your family will be locked away, I don’t get it.” Clive looked to the ground as everyone had pistols aimed at each other.
Yet, when his mouth opened, it spelt disaster. “It’s over for you, I’m sorry… but Annabelle, you have to stay calm if you want to live through this… you all have to stay calm.” Suddenly, a brigade of men on horses came running from the woods, dozens of men, who were armed to the teeth and ready for war. It left Logan feeling weak as his pistol began to look at the floor. “Just stay calm.”
“What the fuck is this?” Logan seen Clay riding in front of the many as he wiped his black, greasy hair to the side. The gang all refashioned their direction and began riding towards them. Clay was screaming war chants at his gang as he was leading them, with the hunter by his side. Logan gritted and grated his teeth.
As the gang arrived like a storm, Clive jumped in front of them and waved his arms like a white flag. “Wait a minute, fellas? Let’s not kill anyone that doesn’t need to be killed. My family…” Clay instantly interrupted Clive by pointing his finger at him. Logan continued to grit his teeth as he thought about killing Clay in multiple ways.
Clay looked at Logan’s crew, glaring his beady eyes at Annabelle first which lasted too long, until he reached Logan. He watched him without a single blink. Clay’s face began to bleed red as he said, “all of you can go free,” Clay smirked, “but you will have to give our money back first.” Clive smiled but just before he turned, Clay sighed and said, “but I still need blood and I want his blood.” He pointed at logan and laughed from the belly.
Yet Logan didn’t want to shed blood, nor did he want silence, so he fuelled his words and hoped they sounded true. “Tell them, Clay. Tell them why you want to kill me! Or are you to coward to admit the truth… the truth about how you became their leader.” The wind blew as every eye was on Clay, a sure difference from five minutes ago, Logan thought. Yet he had to keep it that way. “Well, are you not going to tell them?” Logan confidence brightened as spoke.
Suddenly, The Hunter curiously said, “this man clearly knows you. What is this story?” Clay didn’t even turn to respond to him which made half of his men moan with suspicion. Logan’s voice was about to raise again, but Clay’s pistol stopped him. “You shoot him and I will never trust you again,” The Hunter calmly said, “I need to hear your so-called story.”
Without any interruptions, he told his truth, “well, you can have the story. Your leader died not so long ago and have been following this guy, right?” Most of the gang nodded at him as he continued speaking. “In a robbery, right?”
“Yes but he killed them and brought it back and has made this gang stronger! We should be following him!” One of the gang members shouted.
“But he didn’t kill them… because me and him are them! You fools have been following the one who murder your leader.” The gang members curiously looked at Clay. “Yes, he… he killed him in cold blood while I looted the house where your actual leader died.”
Clay suddenly said, “what? Some of you believe this… this fool?” His face grew redder. “I have led you through shit and look how good we’ve come out the other end. Our boots are practically shining themselves.” After his words, some of the gang members began moving away from him. “Come on. I have been a great leader to you guys.”
The hunter, on his horse, stepped forward and with his chest puffed out, he said, “Yeah… almost like it was too perfect for you to come along after his death.” Logan seen the hunter quietly sigh. “How could I… we be so dumb? You came with a killer’s head but it was just another victim. And I’m guessing… that was your loot.” The hunter wiped the sweat from his shiny, bald head as he stared into Clay’s eyes. Logan knew Clay was stumped and could not speak. Though, Logan’s mouth was gaping as he watched half of the gang stay standing behind Clay. The other half began circling behind The Hunter like he was their new leader. Logan’s heart began to sink because he smelled a blood bath.
As Clay watched half of his gang stand behind The Hunter, he began to shout, “you are forgetting who the real problem is!” Clay pointed at Logan and his crew as he continued to shout. “We shouldn’t be fighting each other! We should be taking our money from them! If you want to be rich, follow me! Not this old, frail man.” Logan was surprised on how many was taking The Hunters side. “Go on fools, stand behind that man while we will make our lives rich!”
“Fools? The only fool here is you, Clay. A fool for thinking we won’t take revenge! Ya a dead man riding. Right, men?” Half of the gang, who was standing behind the Hunter, was chanting at Clay and his men. Logan knew a civil war was going to break out as the Hunter and Clay stared at each other.
“You don’t give a fuck about the one who started this!” the Hunter’s side shouted.
“We care more about how the gang’s doing right now!” Clay’s side responded.
Logan watched them chant at each other, threaten each other and debate each other as the hunter and Clay remained looking into each other’s eyes. Logan knew blood was coming as they continued to chant for each party.
Clay quickly looked at Logan and smiled and took his pistol out as he began to shoot at the Hunter. Everything turned into pandemonium as the Hunter became concealed by some of the gang members who braved Clay’s bullets. Whizzing bullets were flying everywhere. As Logan watched the chaos, one of the gang members began shooting at him. He expeditiously ran towards Annabelle, making her follow him behind their wagon as gunshots put patches into the grass.
“We are fucked!” Annabelle shouted. “We are so fucked! Why didn’t we just leave him?”
Logan gazed at the ground as he said, “don’t think about that old, yellow belly fool. Just concentrate on getting out of this mess and we’ll have a better chance.”
“You’re right,” she smiled, “but where is my brother?”
As Logan poked his head out of cover, he saw Jim running from gunfire. He shouted, “Get behind here, Jim!” As the bullets continue to fly around, each side of the gang began running into each other, slamming their horses into one another and shooting at close quarters. A literal blood bath, Logan thought as the grass was turning red.
Jim jumped behind the wagon and shouted, “we need to get the fuck out of here, Logan!”
“I know! As soon as one of them dies, they all come for the money.” He looked at the fighting crowd and couldn’t see Clay or the Hunter. Yet, he could see the bald cousin who was praying for the grass to give him cover. “Get this wagon ready! I’ll be back soon.” Jim and Annabelle listened to his orders as he shouted at the bald cousin, “you… yes you! follow my lead if you want to live!” The cousin nodded and Logan peeked out of cover and shouted, “hurry up with the wagon!” He moved from cover, signalled to the bald cousin to follow him and began shooting at approaching gang members who had strayed from the close quarter battle.
Suddenly, Logan heard the bald cousin stop everything he was doing. He turned to him and asked, “are you with me?”
The bald cousin looked to the green grass as he silently said, “behind you.”
In two shakes, Logan saw a nebulous sky as fists was pummelling his face. He was using his arms to defend incoming strikes, yet every other one was landing. As one strike hit his noise, he desperately turned his body as his eyes watered and blood poured. He squirmed and rolled and strained and desperately tried to get the long-haired cousin off him. With no hope, Logan shouted to the bald cousin, “help… help me… you big, dumb cunt!” Logan took another whack to his nose and the back of his head hit the soft grass. The sound of a ringing bell was only thing he heard, until Annabelle’s strong and demanding voice could be heard.
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“Stop or I’ll shoot!” She held the gun at the long-haired cousin’s head as he instantly stopped hitting Logan. “Right… now back away.”
“Hold on a minute,” Clive said as he walked from behind the wagon with Jim against his pistol. “I’ll shoot your family if you shoot mine. That’s a promise, Annabelle, a fucking promise! Now let us go with the money and I won’t harm him.” Clive pressed harder against Jim’s skull with the pistol. “I will even let you go free and without harm but you have to trust me, trust me and you’ll all be safe.” He moved Jim closer towards her as he said, “just hand over the money… plain and simple. Is money really worth dying for?”
She slightly walked towards them and said, “please, Clive. You’re better than this. You showed me not to act crazy in crazy situations. So, please… listen to your own lessons. If they get this money, the people in our town will be buried within a year. You don’t want their sins on your hands.
Visibly shaking, Clive faintly said, “it’s been years too late, Annabelle. I thought you know this.”
Annabelle, who was calm and composed, moved her eyes behind Clive. Bang! The bald cousin whacked Clive behind the head, causing Logan to jump up from the bloody grass and run towards the long-haired cousin. As Logan was running and winding up a punch, the long-haired cousin, quick for his weight, danced to the side and using Logan’s momentum, he pushed him to the ground. Before he could pummel him, Annabelle screamed as bullets flew their way.
They were all panicking, running towards the wagon. As Logan got to his feet, he realised they were still fighting each other but had just gotten closer. The gang was now circling them as they fighting themselves. The bald cousin dragged Clive who was unconscious. With both sides of the gang getting closer, he could see Annabelle’s worried face, yet it seemed liker the concern was for Jim.
Logan looked and seen Annabelle shouting, “get behind the wagon, Logan! What the fuck are you playing at?” Logan ignored her words as his heart began to pound and become the only thing he could hear.
“Clay,” Logan whispered to himself. “Clay,” he said to himself. “Clay!” He shouted to himself. Logan watched Clay fight his old companions. Logan wanted Clay’s blood on his hands, wanted his head in his hand and would risk his life for it. But before he could walk closer, Logan could see the Hunter roaming the battle like a silent shadow. He was about to take his revenge, and as he clenched his fist, Annabelle touched him on the shoulder as a bullet whizzed just by her. His eyes widened as he grabbed her and brought them both to the floor.
“See what I mean! We need to get to the wagon!” Annabelle continued to shout, yet he could only see her eyes. He wanted blood but her eyes were too hard to ignore, he thought. Her eyes. He could see them eyes forever, Logan thought. But could he live without justice, he asked himself? “Come on… get to the wagon! We need to get a horse.”
“You and Jim grab a horse. I’ll make sure no one gets past to this wagon.” He grabbed his pistol and turned away from her eyes.
“Have you even got any bullets left?”
“I’ll use it as a fist.”
Logan quickly scouted for Clay and the Hunter but the civil war between the gang was good cover. Bullets began to become less regular as men, who wasn’t on horses anymore, started to maul each other. Yet he seen them both on the floor, grappling in the blood and mud. The Hunter was on top of Clay, pounding his fists into Clay’s stomach, ribs, nose and eyes. Clay continued to squirm as Logan gritted his teeth, but with a punch to the throat, Clay stopped moving and Logan wondered whether Clay had accepted death. He gritted his teeth and swayed his jaw.
Suddenly, Logan’s jaw hit the floor as Clay signalled and shouted to some of his gang members that were near the fight. They ran to his aid, kicking the Hunter’s chest and as he tried to breathe, another gang member stomped on his head and when the Hunter blocked his head, the gang member kicked his ribs. The Hunter tried to crawl away as they continued to kick him to death.
Logan’s focus began to turn to Clay who was carelessly dragging a dying person off him. He grinned and prayed this was his chance to get blood. As Logan forgot about his utopia and focused on his vengeance, he began to walk towards Clay.
Suddenly, Annabelle began to scream for Logan’s name. “We’ve got a horse. Wait! Where are you going? Logan! Logan, don’t you dare.” Annabelle’s screamed intensified, “you will kill yourself! You will hurt me… you don’t have to do this!” Logan didn’t even flinch to her words as he started to walk faster towards Clay who was up on his feet. “Fine… You keep walking towards your death, it’s your life after all. Get the wagon ready, Jim!” Logan ignored his heart and followed his need for revenge that, he knew, would take over his life if he didn’t take the blood he was owed.
Logan was right in the middle of the civil war between the gang. Dead bodies, blood and people moaning for a second chance at life surrounded him. He tried to silence the devilish hell but every thought, smell and picture was a horrid reminder that he was within the horror. He knew his part in the blood, guts, dying moans and lost souls. He couldn’t carve his past but he didn’t have to let it chain him. Yet, they both continued to walk towards each other. Logan gritted his teeth as Clay smirked.
As he was approaching Clay, two of the gang members were fighting each other and bumped into him. Logan hit one of them, using the pistol’s steel and the man dropped straight to the floor. The other one thanked Logan and continued to fight his old friends, completely ignoring the fact that they were enemies; Logan thought they had turned into wild animals who were only fighting for survival. Logan couldn’t tell the difference between the two sides and wondered if they even knew what the reward was.
Logan looked back at his dreams, laughing at everyone’s and his own pride like it was a disease spreading across the grass that was once green. His and everyone’s pride was the real killer here, Logan thought. He laughed out loud as Clay stood in front of him, Face to face, eye to eye and ready to kill. He wanted blood on his hands. Needed it. Logan tightly gripped his silver pistol and sprinted towards Clay.
Clay dodged Logan’s wild swinging pistol and as he backed away from Logan, his foot hit a body, causing him to fall to the floor and Logan flew at him while dropping his pistol. He didn’t pull any of his punches as some of them landed on the grass. Logan tried to stay in the top mount position as Clay’s attempt felt forlorn.
When Clay rested, Logan grabbed his pistol and used it like a slap across the face. Clay arms were too tired to block it and the unyielding steel broke through every time. Blood sprayed on the silver pistol as Logan continued to cudgel him. All he could see was the darkness. The screams around him were too easy to ignore as he continued to use his pistol as a batten, releasing shouts of anger. Suddenly, Logan’s rage became wild and out of control and Clay took advantage of it. He slapped the pistol out of Logan’s hand and used his head like a fist, hitting him straight on the nose and Clay, who was now holding his forehead, kicked him straight to the chest and he fell on his back. Logan heard a crack as it became hard to breathe. Blood covered Logan’s hand as he held his nose.
Logan stood up, breathing heavily through his mouth, walked towards Clay again. Clay laughed and said, “you will die today.”
He spat blood and replied, “not by your hand.” Clay, with his bloody, cut up face, ran towards him. His eyes were as sharp as a snake’s. Logan tried to focus on the fight but it became harder as his tiredness weighed him down. He tried to breathe through his nose and the stinging pain made his eyes water, yet he soldiered on. He doubted his victory and put his fists near his face as the civil war, that surrounded them, began to make him feel claustrophobic.
Clay was close and suddenly, Logan ran towards his pistol and just before he could reach it, Clay, with his bloody hands, grabbed the back of Logan’s black, long overcoat and chucked him to the bloody grass. Logan’s cheek ran across the grass and as Clay approached, he quickly got up and with his face covered in blood, he faced clay and thought it was best fighting fire with fire.
As Clay tried take him down, Logan used his strength to stop it and pounded on his back like a gorilla. He fell to the floor, hitting the grass face first and Logan wasted no time, putting his knee on his back, and used his fist like a hammer, pounding Clay’s ear. Clay squirmed like a fish as Logan kneeled his knee further into his back. His fist pounded the back of Clay’s head and Logan was loving the sight of the pain, living for it and hoped it would last longer but he knew the pain would have to turn into death soon. He slithered his hands towards Clay’s neck.
Yet, the civil war between the gang had gotten so close that a couple of them fell onto Logan, stopping him from feeling euphoria. He was separated from Clay and couldn’t see him. The darkness faded, yet he still felt blind. He continued to scowl for Clay but only fighting, bloody men and haunting cries were seen and heard. His heart broke his chest as his whole body felt tight.
He turned and turned and turned his head. Desperately trying to find his revenge, yet the space was lost and he was trapped in the fighting crowd. Suddenly a hand grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the crowd. Logan looked at them and before he could see who it was, he saw a fist coming his way. He stepped back, nearly falling on the floor but the fighting crowd saved him. Clay didn’t give him any space and used his left elbow to smack Logan straight on the chin. Logan heard the crack of the bone and put his hand up, hoping it would protect anything on his face as Clay began to pummel him with punches, uppercuts and haymakers, until the weight of the whacks made his knees buckle. He slowly fell to the floor, trying to stay up by reaching for thin air.
He desperately inhaled and exhaled through his mouth and spat blood onto blood and watched Clay approach him. He looked back at the bloody grass, wiping the blood from his face and asked himself whether all his struggle was worth it? Risking everything for revenge. Life or his vengeance?
A sudden kick clipped his chin as he fell onto his back. His sweaty, bloody hair covered his eyes as he tried to crawl away from Clay. He grabbed the bloody grass and tried to hurl himself away from Clay but with hardly any vitality, he flopped on the floor like a fish. He slowly planted his face on the red-stained grass and as he watched a shadow approach, his thoughts began to deceive him, telling him to fall into despair. He had no vigour left, lying on the floor and heavily breathing through his mouth, he faced the shadow and accepted he was on his deathbed.
Another punch landed on the back of his head, yet he barely reacted. He could only think, think about what trying would even gain him. Clay clutched onto his hair, brought him closer towards him and laughed while his eyes didn’t leave Logan’s but the laugh didn’t last long as Clay brought his fist towards himself and like a spring, he released his fist and Logan fell straight on his ass. Logan, sprawled out and bleeding, continued to think what life could be if he had listened. Clay moved his foot behind him and kicked Logan’s ribs like a football. Logan began to wheeze as his head rang a bell continuously.
Suddenly, Logan had a spark go off in his mind. The words, “I should have listened,” played in his head over and over and over again. He wanted a life with her as the same words repeated over and over and over again, until Logan grabbed Clay’s fast approaching arm and used it to get himself back on his feet. Once Logan was off the floor, Clay steadied himself and quickly attacked Logan’s personal space but was promptly stopped when a weapon went off. Logan knew there wasn’t many bullets left in the crowd so he continued and ran away from Clay. Without wasting anytime, Clay ran after him.
Logan ran for his life and stopped as he reached his pistol. With his fortitude high, stamina low, knuckles bruised and battered, face ruined like a beaten slab of meat and eyes that were nearly blind, he positioned his pistol like a hammer and didn’t flinch at Clay who was stumbling towards him. As Clay approached, he swung his fist wildly at Logan and before it landed, he used his pistol and whacked his swinging arm. Clay moaned and grabbed his limp arm. Logan began to smile, whacking him straight in the other arm; the steel vibrated on Clay’s bones. Clay’s face of pain made Logan revel as he kicked him to the ground.
Clay placed his hand on his stomach, grasping for air and with tears, he looked to Logan for mercy. Logan, before launching onto him, laughed in his face and calmly said, “you asked for this. You wanted this and now I will serve it on a plate for you.” Logan used the top of his pistol and propelled it into Clay’s broken face. The back of his head drove into the ground as Logan jumped onto him. He couldn’t think, only act and his pistol would do the lines.
Logan pummelled and thumped and whacked and battered and shattered Clay’s face. Blood covered both their eyes as Logan could barely see the bloody pistol in his hand. Though, he didn’t take much pleasure in looking at the pistol, he way preferred looking at Clay’s demented nose, which curved and bended in all sorts of ways. His sunken left eye which had blood dripping out of it made Logan question how he was alive. Logan, once again, smiled and raised his pistol in the air and before he could slam it down, something hits his ear. He thought it felt like a punch but as something whizzed past his ear, he realises that he is being shot at. He grabs his bleeding ear and steps back from Clay who is still alive. Logan backs away but as he does, the gang members lose focus on him and begin to walk towards Clay.
As Annabelle screams, “We are leaving now, Logan!” He runs for a second chance at life, without looking back. “Get this horse going now!”
“It’s hard when we only have one horse, give him time!” Jim shouted as he welcomed Logan onto the wagon. “Sit down, you look awful. We could barely see you out there… how did you make it out of that war?”
Logan cracked a smiled but flinched with pain. He comforted his jaw and looked behind him as he could see Clay standing up, with the gang surrounding him. “Get this fucking wagon going before they go for us! We still have what they want.” Clay was closer than expected. Logan laughed as he was about to see Clay’s death, yet as the first person ran towards him with his pistol pointed up at him, Clay quickly ran at him and snatched the pistol. Logan was frozen as Clay aimed the pistol at the wagon. He looked straight to Annabelle, straight into her eyes but as the pistol went off, Jim blocked her and the traveling bullet went straight into his stomach. Annabelle screamed to the top of her lungs as she grabbed her falling brother. Suddenly the wagon began moving out of the mud and Logan stared straight at Clay. He asked himself, was that bullet meant for me?
Logan could barely look at Jim as he watched a couple of the gang members grab the gun of Clay and threw him to the floor. He was surrounded by them. “Kill him,” Logan angrily said to himself. Yet, they waited for someone to walk out of a crowd and he noticed it was the Hunter who was bloody and battered. He limped towards Clay with a knife in hand but before he could see anything, the gang members blocked Logan’s view. He screamed in agony as his eyes couldn’t see nothing but darkness.
The wagon sat, surrounded by gigantic trees, leaf’s, stones and sticks. Logan watched the cousins carefully as they looked after the wagon. Yet, Jim’s lifeless moans troubled him. He could not look away at Jim’s sorrowful eyes which bought a tear to his own.
He watched Annabelle caress her brother’s cheek. Her hand moved as gentle as her soul, he thought. His soul was cracking as he watched Annabelle hold her tears back. She was crumbling right in front of him and he couldn’t do anything about it. He asked himself if love was really worth it? He looked at her pale face, hoping life would remain within her as his eyes followed her tear which landed on Jim’s forehead.
“Just stay with me, Jim. We can get some help… we need…” Annabelle was starting to panic and Logan knew that things were getting real for her, he just knew. Her world was breaking right before her eyes. “Right, Logan… we can get help.”
“You know that’s not going to happen, I’m sorry but you know I’m right. I’m sorry.” He placed his hand on her shoulder and she held Jim like a newborn baby as her tears ran down her face.
Jim coughed up blood as he said, “don’t worry, you… you will be alright. If the day is dark, you will brighten it… like you have done to… to my life. I love you, sis… forever and for…” Jim’s eyes suddenly closed as his dying words turned silent.
“Why? You Can’t leave me. You just can’t!” Her words echoed through the trees as the birds flew away, moving the tree branches all around them. She planted her head on his chest, searching for any kind of life but he had moved on now. “Please don’t leave me… please. You are my everything.” Her words turned desperate as she looked up to Logan. She grabbed his wondering hand as the windy breeze hit them both. Logan glared into Annabelle’s soul.