A series of gasps echoed around the room. Logan wasn't crying, there was an expression of pure horror on his face. He looked around, apparently not seeing the room around him. He looked up at the judge and screamed. His scream echoed on for about half a minute. No one moved. He looked weak after his scream. His eyes rolled back and he fell on the floor, a horrific crunch followed as his arm hit the floor at a bad angle. Patton rushed over and fell back. The bone in his arm stuck out and his blood had already soaked the carpet. Patton ran out and a retching sound could be heard in the bathroom two doors down. Guards grabbed Logan and pulled him up with little mercy. A doctor stopped them and told them that Logan needed medical attention before someone pointed out that he would be dead within the month. Roman opened the door and had the whole room silent in a second.

"What is his sentence?"
"Death, by electrocution."
"I am king here, correct?"
"Indeed, you are"
"As king, I clear him of all charges by reason of flawed prosecution"
"You cannot do that, sire. He has already been declared guilty."
"Then I enforce the political protection act"
"He is not a politician."
"As a relation to the king, he is considered one"
"It is too late, sire"
"I am not going to stand and watch him suffer like this when I can stop it. I refuse"
"Then stand down as king!" Another gasp echoed around the room. Roman walked towards the person responsible.

"Was that a threat?"
"No"
"You can take your sorry A-S-S out of my kingdom if you want to keep talking like that."
"of course, your majesty" The person said the last word with spite. Roman struck him across the face.

"DO NOT CALL ME THAT!" Roman yelled. Virgil stepped up.

"Roman was referred to as that by... Logan. When he was attacked." Virgil stated to the room.

"It is a traumatic memory, as you can imagine, and it will not help if you behave like this around an injured, unconscious criminal." Virgil sighed and picked up Logan, laying his injured arm over his chest. Logan sighed and cuddled up to Virgil, who scoffed in disgust. He wouldn't admit that he actually enjoyed having Logan cuddled up against his chest right then, because he feared that he too would be arrested.

***

Logan woke up in a white bed. That was a first. He was handcuffed to it. That was a setback. He sat up. His arm that wasn't cuffed to the bed was in a cast and he wondered what had happened, the last he remembered he had been deemed guilty. He groaned and looked around. There was no one around so he began to hum. A doctor came in and told him that he was in for three more days and then he had ten days until he was executed. Logan sighed and looked at the doctor.

"I have nothing left to live for, my friends despise me, my mind is killing me from the inside out and I won't try to keep myself alive, I don't have anything that I want or need anymore. Just give me an extra dose, give me something to take everything away, please."
"I'm afraid I can not do that, sir"
"I can't anymore, I need to die"
"You will, in thirteen days. "
"No, that won't cut it."
"Well then you will have to suffer."

***

Logan was sat in the chair, he felt another tear slip down his cheek.

"Your last words, Mr Sanders?"
"Tell Virgil, I love him... and that... despite how much he hates me... I will still love him"
"Okay... well then... goodbye Mr Sanders." The executioner said monotonously. Logan closed his eyes. He sighed. The electricity coursed through his body but he didn't cry, he didn't scream. He just convulsed as his body was racked with volts. He opened his eyes and saw Virgil... but Virgil wasn't dead yet...Right?

***

He woke up in the living room, he couldn't help but feel like he'd been here before. He remembered where he was. He stood and slouched through all of the rooms. He poured himself a coffee, despite the vile taste he still drank it and put his cup in the sink.

"Ahem! What are you doing here, murderer?"
"Wh-what?" He stuttered, turning to see a prince-like figure. "Who are you?" He asked, a cold sweat trailing the back of his neck.

"I am prince Roman, you tried to kill me"
"WHAT??!" He yelled, backing up and knocking the coffee pot with his hand, burning it and yelping at the pain. He ran to the sink and put his hand under the tap, running the cold water. The prince grabbed his burnt hand and threw him into the cupboard. His hand smacked against it and he bit his lip to avoid making a noise as fresh tears sprouted in his eyes. The abuse continued as the prince slowly asked one question:

"You have the nerve to show up back here, after you stab me, and pretend you don't know what's going on?"

At this point he was crying and yelling out pleas and apologies, in too much pain to comprehend the prince's words.

"I won't do it again, I'll leave you alone! I'll hide in my room and never leave, just please stop!" The shouting and the crashing attracted the attention of two others. They pulled Roman back, standing protectively in front of him.

"Logan... we disallow your presence here, leave" The one in the tie growled.

"Kiddo, no, Logan... you tried to kill Roman and you are pretending to be the one suffering? I don't see the good in you anymore, so leave us alone. Go and live with Deceit, you'll feel right at home there." The other cardigan-clad figure looked to be on the verge of tears as he hissed those words.

Logan looked shocked, afraid. He clutched his hands close his chest and bolted out of the room. He came across a dark archway. He looked behind him. The three were approaching fast and he was terrified. He took a deep breath and ran through the archway, anything had to be better than the abuse there.