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Either Logan had underestimated how slippery what Rhory was laying in was, or he'd underestimated Rhory herself. He never did figure out which, in the few minutes that were left to him. The girl reached out, grabbing for his hand, but slipped back down as soon as she had a grip. He didn't know if she was trying to pull him down with her intentionally, or legitimately couldn't get up, but either way, the only move to make was to grind his feet into the floor as best he could and pull the girl up.

After several seconds of scrambling, which would perhaps be utterly hilarious in other circumstances and with anything other than corpse providing the slippery surface, the boy succeeded, pulling Rhory up to her feet.

"Stop or I'll sho...ah, hell..."

Oh shit. The voice came from behind Logan. He was still slightly hunched over from leaning down to help Rhory up. In the darkness, he probably appeared about her height, within reasonable doubt. And if not, he'd been helping her regardless. In the split second before the first explosive gunshot rang through the air, Logan could've sworn the girl was pulling him fully in front of her...

BLAM!

...and then any thoughts that may have inhabited his brain at that moment disappeared in an instant.

BLAM!

A second shot rang out almost exactly as the first cartridge's load of buckshot impacted against Logan's back.

BLAM!

A second shell, then a third, both emptied burning hot lead into the boy's flesh.

Burning hot, or was that just the pain? He couldn't quite tell. Faint from the first two shots, his legs barely holding him up, Logan put up little resistance when the third hit him, and was thrown to the floor by its force. His foot slid on a patch of human remains, twisting his body 180 degrees before his head impacted with a mirrored wall, cracking but not shattering the glass.

Logan hit the floor. He hadn't even the strength to tilt his neck and look down at the damage to his torso. It had happened too quickly. It wasn't supposed to go that quickly.

He caught a glimpse of something shining, not a mirror. His hakapik, laying on the floor, he must've dropped it in shock when the first shell hit. It lay, perfectly intact, inches from where he himself had just been standing. The sight of it seemed almost ironic, such a helpful weapon it had turned out to be.

And then a further two shots were fired. The mirror that Logan's skull had already damaged - as well as several to each side - shattered entirely, raining razor sharp shards down on his perforated form. A few stuck, but by comparison to what he was already feeling, the pain of a few lacerations was dull, hard to even notice.

"Damnit!"

Well, at least Bill hadn't meant it. Or he hadn't hit Rhory at all. Logan preferred to think it was the former.

Adrenaline was kicking in now. Strength was returning, entirely uselessly, to his limbs. So to was pain, returning to the myriad holes in his back and chest.

It was hard to think, Logan could barely muster more than a phrase at a time, even in his head. Speech, for now, was entirely beyond him.

Then again, his lungs probably wouldn't be holding on to air for long anyway.

It wasn't supposed to be this quick.

The pain was more than he ever imagined it would be. His mouth produced only silence, but his mind demanded to scream.

It wasn't supposed to be this slow, either.

"I have no mouth and I must scream."? Where had he heard that before? It didn't matter. Logan craned his neck, looked down.

What a mess...

Odd thing to think, looking at the red ruin of blood and flesh that greeted his gaze, that used to be his upper body. Blood had already formed a mostly-circular pool around him.

And I failed, too.

He failed. Never stopped any killers.

I failed.

Never saved anybody.

Failed.

Not even himself.

But something in his head told him to keep his head high, so to speak.

I never killed anyone...

Never stopped believing...

Never told a lie.

Never did any wrong.


It was true enough, and it gave birth to a comforting lie. Logan had sworn never to tell a lie, he knew that, in the end, they only ended up causing harm. But who could be hurt by this, now? Only he would hear it, and if he believed it, it became true by default. It wouldn't hurt him, only put a smile on his bloodied face in his last moments.

"I don't regret a thing."

A harmless lie.

He didn't regret not having the heart to kill. He didn't regret leaving Daisuke behind. He didn't regret fleeing. He didn't regret coming to this Hall of Mirrors. He didn't regret helping Rhory up.

"I don't regret a thing."

Just one harmless lie.

Logan chose to believe it.

And whilst his vision faded.

Whilst he lost sight of Bill, running somewhere or other.

Whilst his blood spilled out across the floor.

He believed it.

And he smiled.

I don't regret a thing.

Boy 114 - Logan Reynolds - DECEASED
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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