Logan grumbled softly as he made his way towards the door. 'I haven't thought this through too damn well..." He thought to himself before snorting out loud. He glanced around the dark room before placing his hand on the door knob and jiggling it a bit.

Locked.

God damnit.

His gaze went back to the blade he left on the floor before face-palming. It would probably be a good idea to take it with him for at least some sort of weapon. Logan went over and picked up the knife before turning back to the door. The boy frowned before just slamming the blade onto the knob, which wasn't exactly helpful. If anything, it just made noise.

Well, let's hope he didn't alert anyone because that would probably end rather badly.

Logan crouched down so he could get a better look at the door knob. The keyhole was rather wide, which, in turn, gave him an idea.

He only hoped it would work.

He turned to the blade in his hand and actually studied it. It was wider and thicker at the hilt before it narrowed out into less than an inch. It ended with a sharp, gleaming point which would probably do some damage if something came into contact like it, like his leg had earlier.

Honestly, he had forgotten about it. He was so caught up in trying to figure out how to escape that he didn't realize that the injury could be quite serious. But then again, he had a right to only focus on one thing. He would rather bleed out and die after he escaped.

Ok, that sounded a lot more pleasant in his head.

Logan shook his head as he tried to focus himself on the task at hand. He pressed the tip of the blade into the lock and started twisting. It took quite a long time before he heard a click! , signaling that the door was finally unlocked.

He slumped back in relief and sighed deeply before forcing himself to get up. Logan slowly pushed open the door with his left hand as he held the knife steadily in his right. He saw no one and slowly stepped out into the hallway, hearing noises coming from several rooms. He ignored them as he slowly crept down the hallway, his footsteps not making a sound on the floor.

The boy took several turns, only relying on his gut to get out of this god forsaken place. He soon found himself in a room holding chairs, a coffee table, and a bunch of other stuff Logan truly didn't care about that much.

"Must be some sort of lounge..." He muttered to himself as he looked around in curiosity. He was too distracted to hear the footsteps slowly approaching from behind him.

"Correct..." A cold voice growled, making Logan start to turn around, only to be told, "I wouldn't do that if I were you...Unless you want a bullet through your skull."

He heard the sound of a gun being loaded behind him, making his body tense up. Whoever the person was hadn't seemed to notice his knife so he shifted his grip, trying to remain discreet as he slid the blade up the sleeve of his jacket so the tip was resting on his hand. He truly hoped he could use this to his advantage.

The person behind him took a calm breath before asking in a blunt tone, "How did you escape your room, boy?"

Logan only shrugged and said, "You guys have shitty locks. Don't blame it on me or yourselves, blame it on the construction works who designed this place...Well, unless you designed this place. That would just make it awkward at-" He abruptedly cut himself off, realizing he was rambling which wasn't usually a good thing. When he rambled off about god-knows-what, he usually couldn't shut up and control what he was saying so he sometimes ended up being punched in the face. In a situation like this, the punishment could, and probably would, be worse.

The guy behind him groaned and said, "If you had continued for five more seconds, I would have shot you."

Logan snorted at that and said, "Why thank you. That makes me feel incredibly loved!"

Thought he couldn't see the figure's face, he knew it probably seemed rather pissed off. Eh, truth be told, this is how most of his conversations went with people and this is the point where they usually yell or hit him.

It was usually both.

Well, that's also exactly what happened. A second later he felt the gun being slammed into the back of his head, making him yelp a little and stumble forward. This was his chance. This was his chance to escape. All he had to do was turn and slam the knife.

It was a lot easier said than done, but Logan didn't realize that until after he had done it. He had turned and slammed the blade out from under his sleeve only to find air where the person had been previously.

Logan hissed in frustration before seeing the gun being raised, making his eyes widen as he quickly ducked behind one of the lounge chairs.

'I guess it's true' He thought. 'Never bring a knife to a gun fight.'

As the man sprayed out a couple of bullets, Logan tensed and flinched occasionally as the bullets whizzed past him at lightening speed. He was waiting. Waiting for his chance to strike.

Finally, it came.

He had previously been waiting for him to run out of bullets and reload which didn't actually take as long as he thought it would. Once this happened, he slipped behind another couch and waited again. He let this cycle continue before he was finally closer to the older man, making him smirk.

He would be triumphant in this fight.

When he started reloading again, Logan darted forward, performing a sweep-kick to knock him off of his feet. The figure groaned and Logan quickly scrambled to pin him down with the blade to his neck.

Logan asked him quietly, "Do you have any last words..?"

The man stared at him defiantly, his eyes cold and unafraid as he said, "You will pay for what you've done to us..!"

"I guess karma is a bitch, isn't it?" He replied before slamming the blade deep into his throat, not flinching as blood spurted everywhere and onto his clothes.

If only Logan knew who 'us' was.