Warnings: Literally SO MUCH death, blood, gore, fire, people being on fire, poison, people vomiting, forcefully kissing, kidnapping, explosions, descriptions of torture, burning alive, boiling alive, guns, being shot, panicking and crying, and a brief mention of Nazis.

"Merry Christmas!" Alex ruffles Logan's hair playfully, stealing a kiss.

The large warehouse was sparsely decorated, the only sign that it was Christmas being the tree a little to the right of Logan, close to the door leading to the other room.

"And the God blessed the poor cowering souls with the gift of sight, so they may look upon themselves and others and see the sin they hold." Blaine quotes as the blindfold around Logan's eyes is removed.

Logan practically gasps in relief as the month long ordeal of darkness came to an end. Blaine laughs at his state and kisses him, reaching over to hold Alex's hand.

"Let's see what's under the tree for us, hm?" Alex suggests, finally acknowledging the twelve squirming hostages in the room.

Samson and Roger, two of Blaine and Mark's cronies, excitedly entered the room, chatting about the show, followed by a calmer Mark.

"We planned something quite special in honor of our honored guest. Not wanting to be outdone by last years show-" Mark turns to the three and stops in front of the twelve captives. "-We decided on a holiday theme. And each of our worms get's to choose their own demise!"

Blaine and Alex clap politely from either side of Logan.

"Alright, get on with it." Blaine grins.

Lorcan steps up to the group and he, Samson and Roger eagerly start to pull the bags off the tied up people's heads. Six men, and six women stare up at the three in fear, before most of them land on Logan and stare at him, unable to say anything beyond their duct taped mouths.

"Who do we have here?" Alex asks.

Mark hovers his hand over the closest person. "Starting off with our Halloween deaths, we have Teresa Perry. She stole pharmacy drugs from other people's houses and then re-sold them on the black market."

Alex raises an eyebrow and looks over at Blaine. "Scandalous. And what shall she be doing for us today."

Samson smiles sadistically. "We're going to carve her like a pumpkin."

Teresa's eyes widened and she begins shouting hurried pleads behind her gag. Blaine watches with interest, his hand moving to Logan's chin, forcing him to stare straight ahead. "Watch, or you'll have consequences."

Samson pulls out a silver spoon with a flourish, ripping the tape off her mouth. Logan listens as Teresa begs and pleads for her life, and he starts to shake uncontrollably as Samson places the spoon under her eye and begins to push.

Teresa shakes wildly in his hold, screaming in agony as the spoon pops under her eye and scoops it out, blood gushing out like a fountain.

Logan leans forward and empties his stomach onto his shoes.

Samson pulls out the other eye, Teresa sobbing as the blood rushed down her face and painted her cheeks, beginning to fall on the floor.

Mark takes over, grabbing one of his knives off of a table and slicing into her mouth in a triangle shape like a pumpkin. Teresa gurgles as blood pools out of her mouth and finally slumps over, dead from the blood loss.

However, the horror doesn't stop there, and Logan is forced to watch as the top of her head is partially cut off, and her brain is severed and pulled out. Roger pulls out a candle with a flourish and sticks it inside with a laugh.

Logan feels bile rise in his throat again, and, without thinking, turns and hides his face behind Alex's chest. Alex coos, grabbing Logan's hair and forcing him to face the horrifying scene again, Logan squeaking at the pain in his head as he watches Teresa's body be dragged away.

"Who's next?" Alex asks excitedly as Blaine dances his fingers gently over Logan's shoulder, feeling him shudder underneath him.

"Dustin Norris." Mark moves his hand over to the next person, as Dustin tries pathetically to squirm away. "He murdered a couple in cold blood during a robbery and was never convicted. He's going to be our scarecrow?"

Samson turns to Blaine and Alex for approval, who nod for him to continue. Roger and Lorcan hold his head still and Samson grabs a threaded needle.

If Logan had his glasses on, he might have been able to see in full detail, Dustin's eyes frantically moving back and forth as the needle moved closer and closer to his eye, unable to move away.

But he didn't have his glasses, so he only heard Dustin's desperate screams as Samson carefully sews his eyes shut.

"Please-" Logan pleads under his breath, shaking.

Blaine shushes him, watching with interest as a bag is brought over and Lorcan starts to pull out fistfuls of hay.

Roger forces Dustin's mouth open, and Lorcan closes his eyes in disgust as he begins to shove the hay down Dustin's throat. Dustin let's out a hacking cough around the hay as it pricked the inside of his mouth and slowly began to clog up his throat.

He too, dies, and Logan feels a few tears run down his face, unable to look away with Blaine holding his chin.

Logan's head spins, and for a brief, torturous few seconds, he felt like water was being poured down his throat. He sees a younger version of Perce Heart once the water finally stops, and he coughs and sputters as the man sneers down at him.

"Kill him off." Beatrice's voice says. Logan struggles to lift his head. "The forgetful thing can't remember anything useful."

Perce lifts the bucket of water again, and Logan spirals into nothingness.

What was his name? Why couldn't he remember?

What was it Beatrice had called him?

Forgetful.

The two once more clap, and Mark excitedly transitions into the next act.

"Next up is our Christmas category." Mark introduces the next hostage, a man named Andy Evans, a man who ran a puppy mill."

Alex and Blaine both raise judgmental eyebrows.

"Please, I was only doing it to provide for my family!" He tries to reason.

Mark stops, and turns to Blaine and Alex.

"Your family?" Blaine repeats, letting go of Logan's face and taking a step towards Andy.

"Yes, please I've got a little girl, she needs me!" Logan could see the hope rising in his eyes.

"And God told his people that they would collect the broken, helpless children from the unworthies, and take them into their homes. Feed and bathe and clothe them, for they were to be their children." The group says in creepy unison.

Andy's eyes widen in fear as Blaine waves Mark on. "Wait, no, please-"

"Lorcan, why don't you go to his house and save her while we continue?" Alex suggests.

Lorcan nods and grabs a set of keys, heading outside.

For a brief moment, Logan sees bright white as the door opened, the outside covered in snow. Then his head snaps back to look at Andy as he let's out a loud scream, just in time to see Mark shove a giant candy can with a sharp tip down Andy's throat. Blood sprays out of his mouth and Logan winces at the sharp smell of pennies.

A mouth full of pennies, what a silly thought.

"Next." Alex says boredly, ignoring the carnage in front of him.

Mark introduces the next girl by dumping a bucket of freezing cold water over her head and watching as she shivered. "Pauline Wade, identity theft."

Logan is suddenly pulled up and dragged towards the door with the door, and once they get outside Mark shoves the already freezing girl down in the snow.

"Please-" She begs as snow is shovelled onto her and she's made into a human snowgirl.

Logan is taken back inside, starting to feel numb from everything that had happened.

"Next on the holiday list is Valentine's Day." Mark announces, taking a single piece of chocolate and holding it out to the person he introduced as Chris Sherman.

Having seen the other traumatic deaths, Chris stares down at the chocolate wearily, with tears in their eyes. "Wh-What is it?" They ask with a hiccup.

"It's chocolate. And I know for a fact you're not allergic to chocolate. Eat up."

Chris sniffles, staring up at them pleadingly before allowing Mark to drop the chocolate into their mouth. Hesitantly, they begin to chew, but when nothing happens they swallow in confusion. After a few seconds of waiting, they begin to squirm, whimpering softly under their breath.

Becoming panicked, they desperately try to move their tied hands to their pained stomach, being more vocal about their pain as Mark smiles and places a bucket next to them.

Eyes widening, Chris leans forward just in time to violently hurl into the bucket. Mark studies his nails calmly as Chris continues to puke before they weakly pull their head up, one last plea dying on their lips as their eyes roll back and they fall back.

"I think you're going to like this next one." Mark winks at Logan as Roger moves the bucket away from the group. "This is Gabrielle Baker, she's a petty thief that slept with her victims and murdered them if they caught her in the act."

Alex smiles with intrigue, and nods for Mark to continue, practically bouncing when Mark pulls out a large dagger. Blaine watches with bated interest as Mark dramatically stabs the knife down into Gabrielle's chest, digging down before pulling the knife out and shoving his hand inside as Gabrielle gasped in pain, blood soaking her shirt.

Mark slowly withdrew his hand and with it came Gabrielle's heart, still twitching slightly in his hand as Gabrielle slumps to the side. Mark studies it and then looks over at Logan, raising a curious eyebrow.

"No-" Logan let's out a strangled breath as Mark steps closer to him, swallowing bile that threatened to come up. "Please-"

"What?" Blaine asks, leaning down and pulling on Logan's hair, making him cry out. "Look at it. Isn't it beautiful, love?"

Alex tightens his grip on Logan's shoulder, making him wince in pain as Alex makes a quiet comment about moving on.

"Well," Samson smiles as he once again steps into the center of attention, moving to the next person. "It's quite common on Saint Patrick's day for the Leprechaun to prank people. So, I've prepared this drink special."

Samson holds a green drink out to the girl next in line, who keeps her mouth set in an angry line.

"She's not going to drink it." Roger rolls his eyes.

Samson frowns, pinching the girl's nose closed. "C'mon now, don't be picky." He scolds.

The girl struggles for a moment, before hurriedly trying to take in a deep breath. Samson forces the drink down her throat, and she chokes it down.

It's not long before the girl begins to act exactly like Chris did, eventually dying from a similar poison.

"Running out of ideas?" Blaine comments judgmentally.

"Just-" Samson says defensively. "Just wait! This here is Cole, and Cole, if I'm right, you're allergic to the popular St. Patrick's day flower, a clover?"

Cole gulps at the same time as Logan quietly whispers, "Shamrocks..."

"What?" Samson's head snaps up and Logan's eyes widen.

Blaine and Alex both look down at him.

"I-I didn't say anything." Logan says anxiously.

Samson not so subtly glares at him as he force-feeds Cole a handful of clovers, the man eating them silently, practically resigned to his fate. Logan watches as he goes through the usual stages of an allergic reaction, before his throat closes too much to breathe and he dies from suffocation.

"Four more!" Roger announces with a wink. "And we really went all out."

That made the four remaining captives look more concerned then they already were.

"Next up is Easter." Mark explains, the excited glint back in his eyes. "And what better a death for that holiday than crucifixion?"

The next person in the row, Six, cries out as they're pulled up. To Logan's confusion, the man after them, Jake, is also pulled up. Logan is once more pulled to his feet and instead of going outside, they go into the other room connected to the warehouse.

Logan notices the nurse in the corner that the group had previously kidnapped. She had told him that her name was Joyce, and discussed her family in great detail in order to properly distract him while she stitched up and mended any wounds the group had given him.

Propped up against a wall was a large cross, and a box of nails with hammers. Six is forced against the cross and their arm is pinned down while Roger and Samson dug in the box for the nails they would use.

Six screams in bloody agony as they begin to hammer the nails, three into each of their palms, startling Joyce awake, who immediately looks over to Logan to make sure he wasn't hurt. Once sure he was as alright as he could be, she finally notices in horror what was happening to the other person in the room.

Six dies, either from broken arteries or blood loss, Logan couldn't tell.

Jake, sensing it was time for his own demise, sags dejectedly against Mark, knowing begging would get him no where.

"Another favourite is painting eggs. So we have this very large tub full of boiling hot egg dye." Mark forces Jake over to the huge tub that had been assembled in the room.

"Why are you doing this?" Is all Jake says, searching Mark's eyes for even an ounce of humanity.

"Because you're a murderer. You got drunk, and you killed eight people because of your own bad decisions." Mark says simply. And pushes him.

Jake's eyes closed with guilt when Mark stated his reasons, and he fell silently backwards into the tub. The boiling dye burned his eyes and nose, and his skin broke out in blisters.

And then he was gone, disappeared below the surface of the dye.

Logan shut his eyes tightly the second Jake's body hit the dye, and it splashed out onto the floor as he tried to ignore the sounds of brief struggle before Jake died.

"Well." Blaine claps his hands together once. "I am excited for this grand finale you keep mentioning."

"Come on Logan." Alex prompts, leading Logan over to the door in the room as the three of them head outside.

Logan's knees buckle and he almost falls, feeling disgusted but unable to show it without being hurt. Blaine and Alex quickly pull him back up, making small comments about him just being "weak" from all his time inside the warehouse.

A few minutes later Mark, Samson, and Roger come outside with the last two captives, and Blaine covers Logan's eyes.

"Don't want to ruin the surprise now." Alex says playfully.

"The last holiday is the fourth of July." The dreaded hands are finally removed from Logan's faces, and he stares in confusion at what really looked looked like an old-school execution.

Mark was holding an old fashioned antique musket, and the captive man a few feet away from him was standing with two ropes leading away from his wrists. Roger and Samson held onto each end to ensure he wouldn't try running away.

"Of course, the fourth of July is when America got it's freedom from Britain, so why not put this civil war musket to use?"

Blaine and Alex clap politely, and Logan's eyes widened as he remembered an old fact he had tucked away in his brains.

-not the safest-....-often lead to-...

"No." Logan whispers as Mark raises the gun and shoots.

The bullet slams into the man and Logan's fears are realized as his clothes quickly catch fire as he shoots backwards and lands on the snow. Samson and Roger drop the ropes and Logan watches in horror as he burns, unable to try and put himself out with his hands tied behind his back.

"Please-" Logan let's out a strangled whisper, starting to go limp in their hold. "He's-He's..."

"Deep breath." Blaine orders, and Logan sucks in air obediently, he'd forgotten to do so on his own.

The man dies, and Samson claps excitedly. "And now for the finale!"

The last person, another man is pulled into view, and Logan stares in mute horror as he sees the countless amount of fireworks strapped to his chest, arms, and legs.

Roger and Samson both hurry to Blaine, Alex, and Logan, and Mark pulls out a single match.

"No." Logan whispers.

And then the man explodes.

Pink, blue, purple, green, yellow, and red lights burst up into the sky, letting out a boom so loud Logan thought he could feel the earth shake.

Blaine and Alex both cover one of his ears, not wanting him to get hearing damage from the loud noises. Logan notices Samson glaring over at him from the corner of his eyes.

Blood and guts rain down from the sky, as well as a few pieces of fire that must have been the man's clothes.

The snow luckily douses the fires, and once the booming stops, Blaine and Alex remove their hands.

"It's okay." Alex says simply, smiling at Logan's adorably shaking form. "He was a Nazi."

Logan trembled as he's herded back inside to the room with the dye and Six's crucified body.

"Well, that was exciting." Blaine says peppily. "You've outdone yourself Mark."

"One last thing to round off the day." Alex announces, turning around.

In a second, he pulls his gun out of his back pocket, clicks the safety off, and fires a bullet into Samson's forehead. Logan yelps and drops down, covering his head in fear as Blaine, Mark, and Roger all flinch away from Samson's body and Alex in shock.

"That was unwise." Blaine finally says, staring down at Samson as both Mark and Roger make a beeline for the door.

"He was planning to hurt Logan, I could tell." Alex scoffs as he stalks into the other room.

Blaine looks down at Samson with a shake of his head as he follows Mark and Roger out, the lock clicking behind him.

Logan slowly unfurls himself, staring at Samson as he breathed heavily, trying not to panic, Samson's dead glassy eyes staring back. Logan had seemingly been forgotten in the mess, left alone for the first time in a while.

A small gasp catches his attention, and his head snaps over to the nurse who had been sleeping behind Samson, her neck bloody as she grasped at it, blood gurgling out of her mouth.

The bullet had torn through Samson and shot through her neck, lodging in the wall behind her.

"Joyce!"

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This is the second to last chapter! There will be another book and a few spin offs after this though!