"Wake up!" A young boy yelled, jumping on top of his older brother. "Dylan...Go away..!" The older one snapped, which made the boy pout at his words.

"Please? Logan! Come on! You said you would take Luke and I to the park!" Dylan wailed, giving his brother rather sad eyes. Logan stared at him for a moment before growling, "Alright...Fine! Two hours and then we come back, alright?" Dylan cheered happily, not paying attention to his angry tone as he ran off to go get his twin.

Logan sighed and pushed himself out of bed, glancing at the clock as he did so. 10:24, the clock read. 'Damn...I've been asleep for a while...' He thought before quickly pulling on a random pair of jeans and a white t-shirt along with his jacket. He grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone before slowly making his way out of the room and trudging downstairs.

"Luke! Dylan! Hurry the hell up!" He called impatiently, waiting by the door as he tapped his foot. "Language!" Another voice called, which made him swear angrily under his breath. A few minutes later, the twins ran down the stairs, pushing and shoving at each other to see who could get to the door first.

Luke managed to get there first and cheered, "Ha! I beat you!" Dylan glared and whined, "You cheated! You tripped me!" The two started to argue and Logan quickly had enough, saying bluntly, "You two keep arguing and I won't take you to the bloody park," At those words, the two of them instantly quieted down and pushed passed him, walking out the door.

~

"Are we there yet?!" The two eight year old voice's complained in unison. Logan groaned as they walked down the sidewalk, "That's the tenth time in seven minutes! I'll tell you when we're there, alright?" Luke pouted and nodded and the three continued to walk. Several minutes passed in silence before Dylan opened his mouth, a questioning look on his face. Though before he could speak, Logan quickly slammed a hand over his mouth and said bluntly, "Don't even think about it!" He whined and squirmed about, looking rather upset. Logan slowly moved his hand away which caused Dylan to grin at him happily.

Another ten minutes of walking and complaining passed before they reached the park, in which Dylan and Luke almost immediately ran off to the slides.

Logan sighed before plopping down on a bench and pulling out his phone, scrolling through several random texts, though he kept glancing up warily. Something seemed off and he didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit, though he decided to ignore his instincts for now.

That was his first mistake.

His second mistake? Not looking up as he heard someone make their way over to him.

His final mistake? Not noticing the look of horror on his siblings' faces as they turned to look at him.

~

Logan hissed softly as he felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed harshly against his back. "Don't. Move," An older man's voice growled in his ear. He just nodded and mumbled, "What do you want..?"

"I want you to come with me...You don't struggle, you don't get hurt. Understood?" The man growled, which made Logan nod. He was quickly shoved to his feet as the guy pulled away the gun, firing the gun in the air several times before putting the gun back to his back, saying, "C'mon kid, you're coming with me..!"

With those last words, the man slammed the back of his gun onto his head, making him rather dazed as he was dragged to a van.

The last thing the thought of was, 'Well this is cliche...'