Reminder - underlined itallics -Liam
Itallics - Logan.
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He was running.

You can run faster than that.

Go away.

RUN FORREST RUN!

What?

Never mind.

He kept tripping over his own legs, and broken branches, but pushed himself om to run faster. Every little sound, movement he made, what he could see around, made him all the more paranoid.

This might be a good time to tell you what the plan was. . .

Tell me - QUICKLY!

Sassy little bi-

LIAM!

Okay, okay. So basically:
1 - lure mother out.
2 - I knew she liked Quinn and would keep her so I said we'd use her. When you blanked out I took over and told her I was Liam and she was pretty much fine with it.
3 - She'd probably have to die. (which she did)
4 - get outside, make sure you don't know the plan and are thoroughly confused.
5 - make lots of noise.
6 - kill Quinn. She wanted to die so not my problem.
7 - Run.
8 - and we never really got past this part of planning it . . .

Y-you . . . What?

Just keep running.

Logan just couldn't stop himself from looking back at her crumpled figure in the ground, getting smaller, that seemed even more like a shadow the further he got. But it felt like something was watching him from behind the trees, which sent shivers down his spine. He just couldn't shake the feeling, that something was watching him, from afar.

The sun was now beginning to rise over the gloomy forest.

As the light rose over, it cast away the shadows that loomed across the trees. It came back to life as all the creatures woke up.

Why?

Why what?

Why didn't you kill her?
I mean, it would've been so easy.
Y'know . . .
Just dragging the knife across her neck. Or across her body. Watching the blood slowly drain out of her body. As she begs for mercy. Or sticking her in a basement in a desert (or something) for the next decade?

Wouldn't it be fun Logan?

To be in control?

But . . .

S-she's my, my m-mother.

S-she, she . . .

She what?

She . . . l-loves m-m-me . . .

Doesn't she . . ?

'Snap.'

He abruptly stopped, skidding and nearly going headfirst into a tree.

"W-who's t-t-there?"

Be ready . . .

What?

'Snap'

The sound was closer to him. He was becoming paranoid, confused. There was no one else out around the area but him . . .

There's nobody else out here . . . Right?

Well, if you take into account that you killed Quinn but not her then . . . No.

'Snap'

"Wh-What do you want?" He quietly mumbled out.

'Crack'

Logan!

WHAT?

'Snap'

The sound was closer to him now. It felt like there was something, an unforseen presence, standing right behind him, practically breathing down his neck.

"W-wh-o a-are y-you?" The words quickly tumbled out of his mouth in the form of a whisper; no quieter than a mouse.

This went on for what seemed like hours, but were in fact only minutes. Just branches cracking and snapping, that kept getting closer every time. And each time he would turn as fast as he could, hoping to get a glimpse of what was there. But it didn't help his case at all. The paranoia was really getting to him, he could hear all the sounds that were made. The silence, was deafening to his ears. It made him feel worse. All sorts of horrid thoughts were going through his head in a matter of seconds. But the most terrifying idea of them all, to Logan was that she'd found him.

That she'd take him away again.
That'd he'd never have freedom. To go out into that amazing world he saw and actually experience the place around him.

But, of course he could never get that if he couldn't escape.

Just like you said Liam.

What did I say?

We'll get out of here. And have freedom! Finally be free!

And suddenly he was at a small lake, deep in the forest. He hadn't realised he gotten this far onto the forest. He walked over so he could see his reflection. And, of course, he looked even worse than last time.

His clothes were dirty and muddy, practically torn with rags hanging off his bony figure. The dark red, dried blood was stuck to his skin. His body was full of scratches and scars, his brown hair covering parts of his face- which was littered with bruises, and old scars. Even he though he looked bad.

The area was strangely quiet again, nothing could be heard, it was just complete silence. Logan still couldn't shake the feeling of something watching him, someone else being there too.

It was silent for an awfully long time.

He felt the warm breath next to his ear and froze up, terrified of what was happening.

A shadow leaned in, and quietly whispered in his ear,
"Like I told you, you'll never escape dearie."

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* MINI AN - DOBBY IS FREE!
Hehe - I'll get out now.*

Hey- sort for the late update - I had writers block ;-;

And this chapter is the longest up to now!! (830 words)

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