Post by Logan Blades on Jun 13, 2019 0:00:15 GMT -5
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
He wanted nothing to do with playing despite his pleas to Mother. She reassured interaction with other humans, specifically his own age, would be good for him. He did not want to disappoint the woman who raised him since he could even remember. After staring at them for some time, he headed downstairs, put on his best manufactured smile and opened the front door.
As soon as Logan had opened the door Crystal smiled sweetly at him, like most young girls do when they think the boy they’re looking at is cute.
Crystals Mom: Oh hello there, my name is Amber and this is my daughter, Crystal. You look about the same age as her.
Crystal blushed a bit as she looked at Logan.
Crystal: Hi!
Logan had not responded which Crystals Mom immediately took as shyness, Crystal had just recently gone through a similar phase herself.
Crystals Mom: Are your parents home?
Crystals Mom, Amber, motioned to Logan as if to get him to tell her what his name was. Nosey old bitch.
Logan: Uh…
He stumbled with his words until a lie formed.
Logan: Logan. My name is… Logan.
Truthfully he didn't really know if he was given a name. His biological parents were a mystery. Boom-Boom sometimes referred to him as 'boy', but he knew that wasn't much of a name. He never could fall on the right one to pick for himself. So usually when adults questioned him, he'd come up with random names to answer them. He never used 'Logan' before but it seemed to stick - even feel likeable.
Crystals Mom: Ah, hello, Logan. It’s nice to meet you.
Crystals Mom went to hold out her hand to shake Logan’s hand, but when he didn’t respond the way she had expected she just put her hand down by her side again.
Crystals Mom: Are your parents home? It’d be nice to meet them…
Was this an interrogation? He wanted to lash out, stick a blade in her privacy invading knee and pop it out. Mother taught him better. Taught him how to smile when he felt angry, at least that's how he interpreted a parrot's advice.
Logan: My parrots?
He fumbled his words once more. He hadn't quite become smooth at lying yet.
Logan: Haha.. parents. Yeah those guys.
He picked at the door jam. Mentally cursing himself for saying parrots.
Logan: They are sleeping. Uh.. probably rude to wake them.
Crystals Mom let out a forced laugh as her daughter just looked at Logan confused. He was a strange one.
Crystal Mom: Haha, right, well, when they wake let them know that we came over and if they want to come over and join us for a drink they’re more than welcome to. We live at number 12. You come over too, Logan, it’ll be good for Crystal to make some new friends around here.
Crystal blushed even harder at this point, did her Mom really need to tell the cute but strange boy that she needed friends?
Crystal: Mommmmmm!
He lifted an eyebrow.
Logan: We could play now.
No reason to disappoint Mother, he assumed.
Logan: Have you ever fired a handgun, Crystal?
He didn't know if that was socially acceptable to ask in this situation but his curiosity got the better of him. Crystals Mom just blinked at him, not sure if she’d heard him correctly.
Crystals Mom: D-Did you just ask… Ohhh, haha, you meant video game guns, I assume? No, Crystal isn’t allowed to play those sort of games, Logan, much too violent.
Crystal: Yeah I’m not allowed to play those. Do you have Sonic? I LOVE Sonic!
He did not play video games. At all.
Logan: Yes that game is really cool! I have it in my room can she please come play it with me, Ms. Amber? I have never played it with anyone… well almost once… but my sister died a day after I got it.
He hung his head, peeking up at Crystals mother through saddened eyes and lies. Crystals Mom looked like she was about to address what Logan had said but Crystal interjected feeling it’d be better coming from her. Besides, she actually wanted to play Sonic with him, she never got to play that game with other people her parents were always “too busy” to play with her.
Crystal: Logan, I’m, I’m really sorry to hear that. Hey! Do you have the Sonic where you can also play as Tails? I can be your Tails if you like… if that’s okay with you, Mommy?
Crystals Mom looked at her watch before answering, it was already getting quite late in the day.
Crystal: Please?
Crystals Mom: Oh alright, but I want you home before dark. And ask Logan’s Mom to fetch you home, it’s not safe for a girl your age to be out by herself.
Crystal nodded her head, almost bouncing up and down on the spot with excitement.
Crystal: Okay Mommy, I’ll be back soon. I love you.
Crystals Mom kissed her daughter on her head before turning her attention back onto Logan. She would never see her daughter again.
Crystals Mom: I love you too, sweetie. It was nice meeting you, Logan.
Crystal: Bye Mom!
Crystal smiled at Logan as she stepped inside his house.
Crystal: Remember, I’m Tails, she’s my favorite. Wait, is Tails a girl? I think she is… hmm…
Crystal looked at Logan, still smiling, waiting for him to lead the way. He nodded to her Mother, closing the door and locking it. He simply stared at Crystal with zero expression for a few moments, hoping her Mother would be gone by then.
Logan: How do you put up with that dumb fuckin' bitch?
Crystal gasped at what Logan had just said, even going so far as to put her hands over her mouth.
Crystal: Logan! That isn’t nice! You need to put a penny in the swear jar now! That’s what my Daddy always does when he says bad words…
It occurred to him she was only five, a year younger than him. Probably wasn't ready for the real world as he had come to be. Little bitch had some growing up to do.
Logan: How much money do you suspect is in that jar?
This made Crystal giggle to herself, she knew how naughty her Daddy was when it came to that sort of stuff.
Crystal: Ummm, probably like, a dollar? Why? How much is in yours? If I had a swear jar I would definitely take that money and go buy candy with it. Do you have any candy? I tried one of those new gushers the other day. They’re so nice!
Logan: We don't keep swear jars. My parents are pretty cool.
Without asking her to join, he walked off in the house and towards the hallway closet. He opened the door, looking up at a shoebox out of his reach.
Logan: Mother told me there was candy in that box, but she's sleeping now and I can't reach it. Can you help me? I can give you a boost.
His parrot Mother had mentioned a pistol being in the closet to him earlier inside a shoebox.
Crystal: Why would they put candy up there? Hmm, okay I’ll help you get it down but only if you share it all. Promise you will?
Logan: Of course. What are friends for?
He smiled at her, kneeling down to give her a boost up. Crystal continued to blush a bit as she placed her hand on Logan’s shoulder and carefully stepped up on top of him.
Crystal: Just a little bit … yep… got it.
Crystal successfully managed to hit the box and it fell down by the two of them, Crystal was now extremely excited, she was never normally allowed to have candy, not so close to dinner time anyway.
Logan: Good job, Crystal.
He bent down, opening up the shoebox and grabbing the handgun. He played with guns before, almost shooting himself a few times, but he knew the basics. He took off the safety, yanked the slide back, and a bullet loaded into the chamber. He then handed the gun to Crystal.
Logan: If you pull that little trigger people will come running to us to bring candy.
Crystals eyes were still huge, she couldn’t believe what Logan had just done and what she was now holding. She wanted to let go of it and let it fall onto the floor but she was too scared that it might fire itself.
Crystal: Logan! What are you doing?! We shouldn’t be playing with this! I… I want to play Sonic with you. This isn’t Sonic…
Logan: This is way more fun than Sonic.
He put his small hand over hers, leading her finger to the trigger.
Logan: Don't worry. It's fun. Try it!
He began whispering in her ear.
Logan: Your Mother is a nosey cunt and will die with a cock in her mouth if you don't pull the trigger.
Crystal was now terrified and starting to cry, she tried to let go of the gun but Logan’s hands just pushed hers back onto it, forcing her to hold it tight.
Crystal: Please, Logan. Stop it. I want to go home. Please let me go…
There was no grin to hide this anger. His brows buried down into the bridge of his nose and his eyes pulsed with bloody veins.
Logan: Just like your Mother aren't you?
He squeezed her finger down and a loud explosion went off in their ears forcing them both to lose hearing. A single bullet hit drywall and dug deep into the wooden floor of the next room. Crystal slowly opened her eyes not having a clue what had just happened but she was still absolutely terrified. She wanted nothing more than to be back at home, in her bedroom, safe and sound.
Crystal: Can you… can you let me go now? I’d like to go home… I think it’s starting to get dark…
Before Logan could respond, someone started knocking on the front door, loudly, and ringing the door bell as much as they could. They must have heard the gunshot and were more than concerned.
Logan: See? Didn't I tell you people would come.
Someone began kicking the door in.
Logan: Have you ever beat a pinata? I think people are just like that. Animals too. Everything really. Stuff always comes out. For your sake maybe candy does.
His hand still locked with hers, they aimed the gun at the front door. He wasn't even sure if she could hear him. He could barely hear jackshit himself. The door burst open to a horrified face of Amber, seeing her baby girl with a pistol in her hand.
Crystals Mom: Crys—-
Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And 'till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie
BANG! Before Crystal even knew what was happening she felt Logan pull her finger back and the gun went off. Crystal instinctively closed her eyes. Logan let her drop the gun and when she opened her eyes again she saw nothing but her Mom lying on the floor, covered in blood, dead.
Logan: …
He closely studied Crystals face, trying to soak in her emotions. He never seen a dead person before or one even die for that matter. Hm. It looked kind of funny.
TEN MINUTES LATER
Police rushed into the house, Logan immediately began to sob and cover his face while pointing to the gun and then to Crystal. Another officer grabbed Crystal and carried her away into his arms, past her Mother's corpse. Another one of the officers on the scene took a knee by Logan, gently putting a hand on Logan's back.
Officer: Are you okay son?
He gasped in air between sobs, mimicking the cries he had seen Crystal produce.
Logan: She… she… had the shooty thing. I told Crystal not to play with it.
The officer shook his head in the wake of this tragedy, picking Logan up in his arms and carrying him to the front door. As they passed Amber, her forehead split in two, Logan licked a tear off his cheek and spit on her face.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
He wanted nothing to do with playing despite his pleas to Mother. She reassured interaction with other humans, specifically his own age, would be good for him. He did not want to disappoint the woman who raised him since he could even remember. After staring at them for some time, he headed downstairs, put on his best manufactured smile and opened the front door.
As soon as Logan had opened the door Crystal smiled sweetly at him, like most young girls do when they think the boy they’re looking at is cute.
Crystals Mom: Oh hello there, my name is Amber and this is my daughter, Crystal. You look about the same age as her.
Crystal blushed a bit as she looked at Logan.
Crystal: Hi!
Logan had not responded which Crystals Mom immediately took as shyness, Crystal had just recently gone through a similar phase herself.
Crystals Mom: Are your parents home?
Crystals Mom, Amber, motioned to Logan as if to get him to tell her what his name was. Nosey old bitch.
Logan: Uh…
He stumbled with his words until a lie formed.
Logan: Logan. My name is… Logan.
Truthfully he didn't really know if he was given a name. His biological parents were a mystery. Boom-Boom sometimes referred to him as 'boy', but he knew that wasn't much of a name. He never could fall on the right one to pick for himself. So usually when adults questioned him, he'd come up with random names to answer them. He never used 'Logan' before but it seemed to stick - even feel likeable.
Crystals Mom: Ah, hello, Logan. It’s nice to meet you.
Crystals Mom went to hold out her hand to shake Logan’s hand, but when he didn’t respond the way she had expected she just put her hand down by her side again.
Crystals Mom: Are your parents home? It’d be nice to meet them…
Was this an interrogation? He wanted to lash out, stick a blade in her privacy invading knee and pop it out. Mother taught him better. Taught him how to smile when he felt angry, at least that's how he interpreted a parrot's advice.
Logan: My parrots?
He fumbled his words once more. He hadn't quite become smooth at lying yet.
Logan: Haha.. parents. Yeah those guys.
He picked at the door jam. Mentally cursing himself for saying parrots.
Logan: They are sleeping. Uh.. probably rude to wake them.
Crystals Mom let out a forced laugh as her daughter just looked at Logan confused. He was a strange one.
Crystal Mom: Haha, right, well, when they wake let them know that we came over and if they want to come over and join us for a drink they’re more than welcome to. We live at number 12. You come over too, Logan, it’ll be good for Crystal to make some new friends around here.
Crystal blushed even harder at this point, did her Mom really need to tell the cute but strange boy that she needed friends?
Crystal: Mommmmmm!
He lifted an eyebrow.
Logan: We could play now.
No reason to disappoint Mother, he assumed.
Logan: Have you ever fired a handgun, Crystal?
He didn't know if that was socially acceptable to ask in this situation but his curiosity got the better of him. Crystals Mom just blinked at him, not sure if she’d heard him correctly.
Crystals Mom: D-Did you just ask… Ohhh, haha, you meant video game guns, I assume? No, Crystal isn’t allowed to play those sort of games, Logan, much too violent.
Crystal: Yeah I’m not allowed to play those. Do you have Sonic? I LOVE Sonic!
He did not play video games. At all.
Logan: Yes that game is really cool! I have it in my room can she please come play it with me, Ms. Amber? I have never played it with anyone… well almost once… but my sister died a day after I got it.
He hung his head, peeking up at Crystals mother through saddened eyes and lies. Crystals Mom looked like she was about to address what Logan had said but Crystal interjected feeling it’d be better coming from her. Besides, she actually wanted to play Sonic with him, she never got to play that game with other people her parents were always “too busy” to play with her.
Crystal: Logan, I’m, I’m really sorry to hear that. Hey! Do you have the Sonic where you can also play as Tails? I can be your Tails if you like… if that’s okay with you, Mommy?
Crystals Mom looked at her watch before answering, it was already getting quite late in the day.
Crystal: Please?
Crystals Mom: Oh alright, but I want you home before dark. And ask Logan’s Mom to fetch you home, it’s not safe for a girl your age to be out by herself.
Crystal nodded her head, almost bouncing up and down on the spot with excitement.
Crystal: Okay Mommy, I’ll be back soon. I love you.
Crystals Mom kissed her daughter on her head before turning her attention back onto Logan. She would never see her daughter again.
Crystals Mom: I love you too, sweetie. It was nice meeting you, Logan.
Crystal: Bye Mom!
Crystal smiled at Logan as she stepped inside his house.
Crystal: Remember, I’m Tails, she’s my favorite. Wait, is Tails a girl? I think she is… hmm…
Crystal looked at Logan, still smiling, waiting for him to lead the way. He nodded to her Mother, closing the door and locking it. He simply stared at Crystal with zero expression for a few moments, hoping her Mother would be gone by then.
Logan: How do you put up with that dumb fuckin' bitch?
Crystal gasped at what Logan had just said, even going so far as to put her hands over her mouth.
Crystal: Logan! That isn’t nice! You need to put a penny in the swear jar now! That’s what my Daddy always does when he says bad words…
It occurred to him she was only five, a year younger than him. Probably wasn't ready for the real world as he had come to be. Little bitch had some growing up to do.
Logan: How much money do you suspect is in that jar?
This made Crystal giggle to herself, she knew how naughty her Daddy was when it came to that sort of stuff.
Crystal: Ummm, probably like, a dollar? Why? How much is in yours? If I had a swear jar I would definitely take that money and go buy candy with it. Do you have any candy? I tried one of those new gushers the other day. They’re so nice!
Logan: We don't keep swear jars. My parents are pretty cool.
Without asking her to join, he walked off in the house and towards the hallway closet. He opened the door, looking up at a shoebox out of his reach.
Logan: Mother told me there was candy in that box, but she's sleeping now and I can't reach it. Can you help me? I can give you a boost.
His parrot Mother had mentioned a pistol being in the closet to him earlier inside a shoebox.
Crystal: Why would they put candy up there? Hmm, okay I’ll help you get it down but only if you share it all. Promise you will?
Logan: Of course. What are friends for?
He smiled at her, kneeling down to give her a boost up. Crystal continued to blush a bit as she placed her hand on Logan’s shoulder and carefully stepped up on top of him.
Crystal: Just a little bit … yep… got it.
Crystal successfully managed to hit the box and it fell down by the two of them, Crystal was now extremely excited, she was never normally allowed to have candy, not so close to dinner time anyway.
Logan: Good job, Crystal.
He bent down, opening up the shoebox and grabbing the handgun. He played with guns before, almost shooting himself a few times, but he knew the basics. He took off the safety, yanked the slide back, and a bullet loaded into the chamber. He then handed the gun to Crystal.
Logan: If you pull that little trigger people will come running to us to bring candy.
Crystals eyes were still huge, she couldn’t believe what Logan had just done and what she was now holding. She wanted to let go of it and let it fall onto the floor but she was too scared that it might fire itself.
Crystal: Logan! What are you doing?! We shouldn’t be playing with this! I… I want to play Sonic with you. This isn’t Sonic…
Logan: This is way more fun than Sonic.
He put his small hand over hers, leading her finger to the trigger.
Logan: Don't worry. It's fun. Try it!
He began whispering in her ear.
Logan: Your Mother is a nosey cunt and will die with a cock in her mouth if you don't pull the trigger.
Crystal was now terrified and starting to cry, she tried to let go of the gun but Logan’s hands just pushed hers back onto it, forcing her to hold it tight.
Crystal: Please, Logan. Stop it. I want to go home. Please let me go…
There was no grin to hide this anger. His brows buried down into the bridge of his nose and his eyes pulsed with bloody veins.
Logan: Just like your Mother aren't you?
He squeezed her finger down and a loud explosion went off in their ears forcing them both to lose hearing. A single bullet hit drywall and dug deep into the wooden floor of the next room. Crystal slowly opened her eyes not having a clue what had just happened but she was still absolutely terrified. She wanted nothing more than to be back at home, in her bedroom, safe and sound.
Crystal: Can you… can you let me go now? I’d like to go home… I think it’s starting to get dark…
Before Logan could respond, someone started knocking on the front door, loudly, and ringing the door bell as much as they could. They must have heard the gunshot and were more than concerned.
Logan: See? Didn't I tell you people would come.
Someone began kicking the door in.
Logan: Have you ever beat a pinata? I think people are just like that. Animals too. Everything really. Stuff always comes out. For your sake maybe candy does.
His hand still locked with hers, they aimed the gun at the front door. He wasn't even sure if she could hear him. He could barely hear jackshit himself. The door burst open to a horrified face of Amber, seeing her baby girl with a pistol in her hand.
Crystals Mom: Crys—-
Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And 'till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie
BANG! Before Crystal even knew what was happening she felt Logan pull her finger back and the gun went off. Crystal instinctively closed her eyes. Logan let her drop the gun and when she opened her eyes again she saw nothing but her Mom lying on the floor, covered in blood, dead.
Logan: …
He closely studied Crystals face, trying to soak in her emotions. He never seen a dead person before or one even die for that matter. Hm. It looked kind of funny.
TEN MINUTES LATER
Police rushed into the house, Logan immediately began to sob and cover his face while pointing to the gun and then to Crystal. Another officer grabbed Crystal and carried her away into his arms, past her Mother's corpse. Another one of the officers on the scene took a knee by Logan, gently putting a hand on Logan's back.
Officer: Are you okay son?
He gasped in air between sobs, mimicking the cries he had seen Crystal produce.
Logan: She… she… had the shooty thing. I told Crystal not to play with it.
The officer shook his head in the wake of this tragedy, picking Logan up in his arms and carrying him to the front door. As they passed Amber, her forehead split in two, Logan licked a tear off his cheek and spit on her face.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
