His eyes waved side to side. The outline of a face was the first thing to greet him as he forced himself to sit up. A pain rushed through him like a rough storm.

Suddenly, a women’s smooth voice stopped him from bursting out of the bed, so he rested against the pillows. He seen her young, pretty and innocent face. Her eyes sparkled as he tried to ignore them. He became reluctant as she moved further forward.

He asked for her name, yet she ignored his question and reassured him with words. After calming him down, she looked at his wounded arm in detail. Even in his calm state, he felt sceptical that she was there to hurt him. Although, he thought she would had had plenty of chances to bring his time to an end.

As she moved his arm an inch, a shockwave of pain and ache went through his wounded arm. He felt the pain from a mile away and instantly, he was reminded of what had happened to him. Resulting in a wave of heat and sweat that rushed down his face; the anger began to consume him. Yet, his anger was, mostly, aimed at himself. The pure pain made him remember why he didn’t trust anyone. He wanted nothing to do with people. The hurt, loss and punishment for having friends had taken a toll on his soul.

His thoughts, suddenly, got interrupted by the women. She was continuing to undress his bandage. Her soft touch on his shoulder eased his wild stomach; though, his watchful eyes remained on her and his surroundings. As his eyes swapped from her gifted face to the room, he noticed that someone else lived here and he knew it was a man. Yet, his thinking was stumped by the tiredness that swept upon him. His eyes began to drift into darkness.

The world felt different to Logan as he floated aimlessly like clouds were all around him, yet he belonged to this world. It was natural for him.

Although, as his spiralling head turned, he saw a welcomed visitor. He felt angry as the visitor turned into his brother. The argument had left his shattered heart further shattered. Logan could not deal with his brother who was floating closer towards him.

The anger was fiery, yet as his brother arrived, his anger vanished without a trace as the surroundings naturally changed. They were now at a bar in town. Logan knew he was living life.

Everything was perfect for them. He knew their pact was strong and no one would break it. They both felt like a two-man army. The drinks kept pouring while his brother continued to make strangers sing, laugh and fight. Though, logan felt like something was going to go wrong. He prayed his felling didn’t appear true. Though, a hurricane was on its way, he thought.

Suddenly, He was unaffectedly transported next to a bush. “You ready to rob this place!” Logan was spooked as his brother spoke. He replied, “yes!” Yet, he wasn’t. His stomach rejected the idea. He knew the darkness that path had brought upon him. He wanted nothing to do with it. They both walked while Logan screamed inside his mind as the path faded to black.

Logan shot up as sweat flew of his forehead. He hated what came next and it broke his soul over and over again when the dreaded moment replayed in his head. A wave of depression flooded his mind.

He was sitting in his sweat, checking his surroundings which were cold, messy but better than any house he has ever had. He knew the room belonged to a guy which worried him, so he began to check his wound and as he touched his bandage, the pain didn’t consume him. He must have been recovering for a few days, he thought. Though, he wondered how long he had actually spent there before he had fallen asleep to her speaking.

A sudden thought entered his mind, one that sent shivers down his back, “what if?” He panicked and stood on his hands, trying to get of bed. Though, his attempt was futile as the brown, wooden door opened. His heart could have burst out of his chest. He was certain he had been captured.

As he dreaded who came through the door, his heart began to run out of stamina until he seen the same woman as before. Her beauty had calmed his nerves, yet he feared her like she was a wild animal. And nothing would change that, he thought.

He had to be on edge to get through it and nothing felt more right to him. He just didn’t get why he wasn’t dead already. He asked himself, what was keeping them from pulling the trigger? He needed answers, more than ever.

Yet, he waited until she spoke. “You seem better?” He had no words for her, just a face of confusion, so she continued, “that’s what a week of sleep will do or longer,” she chuckled to herself.

“A week of sleep?” Logan shouted in disbelief.

She replied in a soft tone, “yes, can you not remember? You had woken up a few times and you kept talking in your sleep; I wouldn’t want to be in your mind.” She laughed while he remained silent, yet cautious about his surroundings. He felt like the wall would strangle him from behind; thus, he clenched his fist, ready for a fight, one that he knew he would lose.

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His ears perked up as she spoke, “I know what you did. You’re brave. I could have never killed someone that powerful. So many miss him.” He knew what was next. “But I don’t. I could never be so thankful for what ya did. I’m just glad I found you when I did.”

His sudden voice rose like a fish out of water. “What? Who have… I killed? And why are you so…?”

“Happy? Because you killed the leader of the gang that plagued this town; though, they have still been bothering us.” Logan’s face sank to the floor as she continued speaking excitedly, “I think someone has already claimed the top spot. Some random guy who found your friend… you were with someone else, right?”

Logan’s sinking face looked to the woman and he said while shaken up, “yes, but he left me for dead… guess he got what he deserved.”

“That’s cold.”

“Life is cold.”

She approached him and he abruptly backed off and asked, “what do you want with me?” She laughed at him and reassured him that she was looking after him. Yet, his eyes didn’t move off her as she checked his wound. He could tell it had gotten better but was happy to hear it from her voice. Her calm voice, he thought. He quickly remembered what she could be. Yes, he thought, she was the enemy and he felt certain about it.

The only wish he had was to have energy. He felt too weak, his last bit of energy was spent on staying awake and he was struggling with that.

She, once again, spoke in a gentle voice, “my name is Annabelle.” His face was confused. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to give me your name.”

He replied, “why ya thankful that I killed the leader?”

“Like I said, he was a cunt to this town.”

He thought, it seemed more personal than that but he let it go and wondered who had captured Clay. He was watching her, thinking how she knew, so he preceded to ask her. “How do you know about this new leader?”

She turned back to face him, “I hear things, the whole town hear things. I heard his name was Clay.”

“What? My partner was named Clay.”

“No… the new leader is called Clay.” She stood from the bed as he questioned his sanity. He thought it couldn’t be right.

His words blurted out his mouth like a canon, “my partner’s name is Clay. He backstabbed me and went back to the gang!” His confused face continued to speak, “what is going on? Are you sure that’s the new leader’s name?” Her sure face was enough evidence for him as he fell against the pillows. He could see her leave the room, yet he didn’t care as he began to fall asleep.

He, once again, woke up, feeling like his mind was going to explode and he wished for death. Though, he felt like he had the energy to walk, not far, he thought. So, he decided to adventure out of the bedroom, even with his crumbling headache. As he walked out, the sound of two people talking could be heard but it didn’t deter him.

Logan walked in the room and abrasively said, “who the fuck is he?” His fists were tightly clenching while he was waiting for a response.

Annabelle flew up out of her wooden chair and tried to calm him by words. “It’s all good, he is my brother. Don’t worry.”

He wanted to flip his lid but he couldn’t, and his lacking energy sent him to a chair.

The brother began to walk towards Logan and He regretted it instantly as he stepped back from Logans threat. He laughed when her brother fell from tripping on the chair. He quickly said, “how was the trip, dipshit?”

As he continued to laugh, she helped her brother while saying, “ya alright, Jim?” She instantly turned her head to Logan, “you cannot treat my brother like this, especially since we both cared for you, and while you’re in this house, I will not allow it… do you understand?”

Logan was shocked that they actually didn’t mean him any harm as he started to believe what she had said. He quickly replied, “my bad.” Though, he thought the brother was a bitch as he looked at him like he was a cowardly dog. He couldn’t believe the women seemed to have the voice of the house. He must have been retarded, he thought. “My name is Logan.”

Suddenly, Jim stormed out of the house as he gave Logan a death stare. He wanted to slap the look off his face, yet, he remembered what Annabelle had said. As he looked at her, she was watching her brother leave the house with a worrying face. He knew something wasn’t right about him, he thought.

He was sat on the wooden chair, not noticing that there had been hours of silence between them. He was too busy thinking what his next move was. But the ideas would not come. Only pain from his wound and the haunting feeling of not having anyone. His only company was a shadow he could not trust, nor did he want to. Yet, adventure would mean death, he thought as the cold walls surrounded him.

Time passed by while words were not. No chemistry was found in the room that they sat in. Though, he was happy with the silence and would leave in a few days, he thought. He wanted nothing to do with these people, even if they did help him. He began looking at her, trying to find a reason to hate her – something – anything, he thought. Though, her beauty couldn’t go unnoticed by him. He hadn’t been with such a rough but elegant woman in a long time. He quickly shook his brain and tried to ignore his sudden thoughts.

A sudden voice spoke which pulled him out of his thoughts. “Do you ever speak?” He didn’t have an answer for her. He never did to them kind of questions. Though, she continued to speak, “what is your story then? Oh! Come on. I haven’t got you at gun point.”

He suddenly chuckled while saying, “you haven’t said a word either, and if you did have me at gunpoint, I’d still draw faster than ya.”

He was proud of his smug face as Annabelle replied quickly, “well… that’s an opinion… but if ya not gonna tell me about you. Well… then I will tell you about us.”

“Us?”

“Me and my brother.” She looked at him like he was born yesterday. “We are siblings but you already knew that.” He noticed her tone of voice shift to a softer tone, “We grow up together… but… but it wasn’t great. Anyway – did ya have to travel far to get here?” He ignored her question and asked more about them. “You know. It’s just easier to live together and we’ve both had it rough. But that’s just the way it is. And yes, we’ve always lived together.” His stomach felt sick of jealously, jealously that wouldn’t go away.

Annabelle’s voice went quiet when, suddenly, there was a bang at the door. Logan could see the worry in her face; though, he prayed the bang was nothing more than a friend of hers. His head swayed to the door and back to her perturbed face. A nasty, rough voice pried through the door, shouting, “Answer the door now!”