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Finding out that it was Declan was not actually that surprising to Logan.

It was getting him arrested that was the hard part.

Well, not entirely. He was compliant enough, when Logan had went into the mostly empty psychic shop and asked him to come to the police station. There was a certain air about him that suggested he was completely confident in his innocence, even if Logan knew completely otherwise.

Logan glanced at the sign of Scarlet's how its light was out and closed down, seeming dull in the bright light of day.

Logan and Declan got in the car, Declan in the back as Logan trusted him better there. There was a long path of backroad that ran through some bright green woods and hills, though Logan could hardly appreciate it with Declan tearfully performing every villain that had ever been wrongfully accused in a play.

"And my one last wish, if this innocent man could have one last—"

Logan put an arm around the back of the seat and gave him a stern look, even though he knew it was bad driving, but he was too overwhelmed with frustration to care.

"What's that?!" Declan pointed towards something in the road. Logan looked to see something gaining towards them. It was another vehicle getting in their lane, and as a last-second decision, Logan had veered the car towards the woods, crashing head-on into a large tree. Logan heard yells as his head hit the steering wheel, though they were out as soon as they started.

Black.

"You'll see him soon,"

"You'll see him soon,"

"There. Quit moving."

"You'll see him soon,"

"I want you to see me,"

"I want you to know."

"I want you to know..." a voice muttered as Logan came to, blinking and drowsy. He looked around in confusion only to realize he had a white blindfold on. He also had a cloth gagging him; Logan's breathing became irregular as he thrashed, though he realized he'd been tied to a chair. "I didn't mean for it to come to all this, what a hassle..."

"R-rem—?!" Logan asked at the voice he recognized. "R-Remy!"

"Yeah, yeah, it's me." Remy ripped off the blindfold. They appeared to be in some kind of abandoned warehouse. "This is all really weird to me too, I just wanted to get rid of one person, not two. You're too meddling for your own good, though, so..." he moved over to a table and loaded a gun, causing Logan to panic even more.

"Oo—don—have—to!" Logan cried out past the gag, tears streaming down his face. He'd never get to see his parents, or Virgil, or Patton, or Olivia ever again. His parents would not only mourn the loss of one son this year, but two.

"Oh, but I do." Remy murmured. "Declan had figured out my little secret, and I just know he was gonna rat me out, so I had to take care of him. Then you were there," Remy stroked Logan's jawline with the cold metal of his gun. "Wrong place, wrong time, babes."

Remy put the gun up to the side of Logan's head, Logan sobbing and begging like never before. It seemed, just on the brink of death, Logan was finding how beautiful life really was. So many great views and people, moments and memories. The dull dreary continuation of grey seemed to fade and only be replaced by amazing things that had happened.

"Shh, don't cry." Remy tried to sound comforting, but Logan screamed nonetheless. "It'll only hurt for a moment, and then you can see your dear little brother again..." his voice turned to disgust. "Go on, tell him what happened. I'm sure he'll understand."

And then Remy pulled the trigger.

And it was over.

White.

The End.
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