prologue; THE BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS

Something was wrong.

"Mom?" He called out cautiously as he closed the door behind him, "Dad? I'm back."

He could feel it in his gut the second he crossed the threshold into his families living quarters.

His ears pricked as he caught the quiet sound of someone struggling to breathe.

Then he heard a voice.

"L-L-Logan?"

The teenager quickly dropped his bag onto the ground by the door and rushed into his parent's small bedroom, where he found his father on the ground painted crimson.

"Dad." He whispered.

Horror.

He dropped to his knees by his father's head as he tried to find the source of the bleeding.

Only there were too many.

Tears clouded his vision.

"H-How bad is it?" Angelo Archer questioned as his breathing began to slow.

"It's not bad." Logan replied shakily, "You're going to be fine."

Angelo chuckled weakly.

"Don't...take me as..a fool, Logan." He said in an attempt to be stern, "At least...t-tell....me the truth."

"I am." He mumbled as he pressed his hands to the larger wound on his father's stomach in a vain endeavor to stop the bleeding.

Angelo's eyes fluttered closed and panic tore through the teenage boy.

"Dad! Dad, please. You need to keep your eyes open." Logan yelled, "Dad, listen to me. Listen to my voice. You're going to be fine. Open your eyes, Dad! Please, keep them open."

"Love you." The man mumbled.

"No!" Logan screamed, desperate tears falling down his cheeks at a rapid pace, "Dad! Wake up. Wake up! WAKE UP."

Minutes later when he finally realised it was no use, his head dropped onto his father's unmoving chest as tearless sobs racked his body.

Pain.

"Please." He croaked, "Please, I'm not ready for this. Dad. Please, wake up."

He lay motionless as silent tears leaked down his cheeks at an awkward angle, due to his position sprawled across his father's chest.

He heard muffled voices in the other room, but he paid them no mind as he lay with his ear pressed firmly against his father's chest as though willing for his heart to begin beating once again.

After what felt like years, a voice spoke up, effectively scaring the hell out of him.

"Logan Archer?"

He looked up at the man before him blankly.

"Yes?" He asked hoarsely.

"You're under arrest for the murder of Angelo Archer."

Confusion.

"What?" He asked.

The man, or rather guard, sighed angrily.

"You are under arrest for murdering your father." He uttered slowly.

"No." Logan said, "You've made a mistake. I found him here. I tried to save him."

Another guard scoffed.

"Right." He said as he and the first guard grabbed his upper arms and roughly hauled him to his feet.

"I didn't kill him." Logan cried as he attempted to pull himself free, "I swear I didn't."

A voice cut through his pleas.

"I heard him come home while I was showering. He sounded really happy, but he usually does when he gets home. I-I-I heard what s-sounded like wet s-s-sloshing and then A-Angelo was begging Logan for mercy but he just laughed...Oh god..." Logan watched his mother clutch at her robe tightly.

"You don't have to continue, Mrs. Archer." The guard said with a comforting smile.

"I just don't understand why Logan would do something this horrible." Isla cried before she began crying into her hands, "Angelo adored him, I just don't understand."

The guards patted his mother gently on the back as the two holding him began to secure his hands behind his back.

"I knew he was working for the Black Market but I didn't say anything because he has always wanted to help everyone but I should've seen the signs. I should have known that he was going to hurt someone," Isla said shakily as she played with her damp hair.

A tell that she had for whenever she told a lie.

Fury.

He lunged at his mother.

"YOU SET ME UP!" He roared, his hands reaching for the older woman's throat, securing his long fingers around their mark as he shoved her into the wall, "YOU'RE THE ONE SHO KILLED HIM. YOU KILLED MY FATHER AND YOU'RE MAKING ME TAKE THE FALL."

Isla's face slowly reddened as she clawed at Logan's bloodstained hands that were quickly tightening around her neck as his rage grew stronger.

He heard a crackle of electricity before he felt a large current surge through his body.

His hands loosened from their place around his mother's throat as he stumbled back, before he fell to the floor, twitching uncontrollably.

He faintly heard Isla gasping for air as she asked the guard why he was still twitching.

"He was harming you, ma'am." The female guard replied, "We set it to the highest voltage that we're allowed to use."

"Is he going to be okay?"

"Like you care," Logan moaned bitterly as he drifted in and out of consciousness.

"He'll be fine." The guard responded, ignoring the twitching boy.

He felt himself being lifted into the air and the last thing he saw before his world went entirely dark was the smug smirk on his mother's face and the triumphant glint in her eyes.

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i'm pretty sure that this is the longest prologue that i've ever written so far and i'm actually really happy with it.

so, this story is based off of plot 15 in my plot shop, but i changed a few things around such as logan archer's personality, so this fanfiction, while originally light and cute, will also take a bit of a dark and heavy turn.

anyway, please leave a comment telling me what you think of the story so far and i'll hopefully have the first chapter written and posted very soon.

thanks for reading!

~r