With a Blade In My Hand and Curiosty on My Mind
For Cherry, because she wants this. Spur of the moment idea, hope you love it. :)
The first time Logan thinks of death, he was reading his medical textbook.
He looks at the diagram of the circulatory system and lets his mind wander. So much blood in those tiny capillaries, that turn into veins, that turn into a person's heart. He wonders...he wonders how much blood it would take to spill for someone to die. He begins to hyperventalate, no, he didn't just think that killing people was wrong-
was it worth it to kill someone?
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The next time he thinks about death is when he was watching an old CSI rerun.
He wonders what a killer does to hide his identity so well no one could catch him. He wonders what precautions he takes, who he chooses as his target. Logan shakes his head, and brushes it off. He didn't have the capacity to kill.
Or maybe he did.
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The time after that, he was grinding hamburger, and the time after that, he was on the street looking at the innocent ones.
And then he decided.
He would try it. Just one kill.
Just one.
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Carlos wasn't an idiot, he knew when something was up. So when he walked into Logan's room, wanting to borrow a hoodie, he froze and gasped.
Logan had a knife poised over his leg.
"Logan," Carlos exhaled. "What are you doing?"
"Carlos," Logan replied, voice steady. "Experimenting."
"On your leg?" Carlos raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because," Logan began to tremble, hysterical laughter bubbling in his lungs. "I want to kill. Gotta see the blood that runs out, gotta see how much it'll take to kill another."
"Kill..." Carlos repeated in a daze.
“Have you ever wondered, Carlos,” Logan drew in a shaky breath. “How it would feel to take someone’s life away? How powerful it truly would be? Would you feel like god? Would you regret anything?”
"Logan," Carlos took a seat by his friend, his very best friend and tried to wrap his mind around the idea of him becoming a murderer.
"Carlos," Logan responded again. "Is it so wrong to wonder?"
Carlos wants to scream yes, yes it is, but he couldn't. He instead stood silent.
"Carlos," Logan repeats. "You can't stop me."
"Don't kill a nameless victim," Carlos speaks. "If you have to kill someone, kill me."
Logan draws a breath, and trembles. Killing his best friend. His best friend since preschool. His best friend who he helped through various injuries and Carlos in returned helped him through his parent's neglect and endless torment at school. The same best friend he fell in love with at age fourteen.
He considers it and pulls Carlos close to him before kissing him. He kisses him with all the passion and lust and love he can muster. Carlos kisses him back with the same fervor. It's all Logan dreamed and wanted and needed and God Carlos's tongue was magic and Logan's mouth was being assaulted in all the right ways-
Logan raises the knife and sinks it into Carlos's backside, right next to his heart.
It's a fatal blow.
