Halloween Plot

[echolls_cursed]

They'd been spared.

It was Halloween morning, and there wasn't a pair of hooker-boots between them. It was a huge relief, one which they promptly celebrated with a little roughhousing and a lot of kissing. Both of which were going well until Logan backed into one of Neil's shelves, knocking it down and banging his head.

That sort of killed the mood.

After a brief argument about who's fault it had been, Neil had left in hopes of borrowing some nails and a hammer from the building crew, leaving Logan to tidy up and get dressed. He wasn't alone for long though, and when Logan heard the door open behind him, he instantly assumed it was Joe, coming to see just what the hell they'd been doing.

"You know, in some cultures, they have this thing called 'knocking'. Apparently it stops people from walking in on one another while they're getting dressed," Logan quipped, pulling on a t-shirt and turning around.

He really wished he hadn't.

""Nothing I haven't seen before," Aaron replied, his voice laced with that carefully practiced tone of a loving father. "I spent a good six years bathing you after all."

Something told him that Aaron wasn't going to simply vanish this time, and Logan struggled with himself for a moment as he tried to decide how to react. "You mean the Nanny spent six years bathing me," he corrected, forcing himself to stay casual and relaxed. "Rosalita always had a softer touch than you anyway."

Aaron laughed, a forced and cold sound that Logan was all too familiar with. The calm before the storm. "I've missed you, Logan. I'm really looking forward to becoming a family again."

Logan just shook his head. "You're not my family anymore," he said firmly, voice level and calm. "I'm twenty now, and you're not my father. You were never my father. Just the asshole that..."

He was promptly cut off by the back of Aaron's hand as it hit his cheek, snapping his head to the side with a sound that seemed to echo off the hut walls. "Don't be disrespectful," his father said simply. "I don't care how old you are, you are my son, and you'll show me some respect. You're right, you're not a child anymore, and I won't treat you like one if you don't act like one."

Rubbing his cheek, Logan glared, fighting back the feeling of fear that sat deep in his gut. "You're not my father," he said again, looking up at the older man for a long moment, and then trying to push past him so he could leave.

He really should have known better, but after all this time, he didn't want to be the weak child he'd been two years ago. He didn't want to cave and let Aaron shove him around. He'd built a new life here, and if would take more than a slap in the face to get him to give it up. When Aaron grabbed his arm though, fingers digging into his forearm as he shoved him roughly back into the room and onto the bed, Logan couldn't fight the fear any longer. In that moment, he was seven again, and Aaron... Aaron was the most frightening person in the world.

Mouth open slightly, there was an obvious look of panic on Logan's face as he watched Aaron move closer.

"Is this how it has to be?" he father asked. "Twenty years old, and you still need to be taught how to treat someone with respect? It's embarrassing, Logan, I hope you know that. You should be ashamed of this." Fingers moving to his belt, Aaron just shook his head as he slipped it free from the belt loops on his jeans. "We'll do it this way then."

Logan didn't even argue. He knew better than that. In the long run, the belt tended to be the better option. It was usually enough to calm Aaron down, preventing bloody noses or broken bones. That didn't make it any easier to swallow though, and Logan's stomach turned as he got to his feet and pulled off his shirt. He didn't need to be told to face the wall, he just did it, forcing his mind to go blank as he heard Aaron step up behind him.

"You know I only do this because I love you," he heard his father say... right before the first lash fell.

When it was over, Logan's back burned, and he wasted no time pulling his shirt back on. "I need you to leave," he said calmly, glancing at his father. "You can go to the compound... that big building... you can get a room or something. You can't be here though. Alright?"

Aaron just raised a brow. "Don't want to introduce me to your boyfriend then? You're lucky you're mother's not alive to hear about that. It would have killed her."

Logan just frowned, knowing that wasn't true. "Lucky you drove her to suicide you mean," he corrected coldly. And this time... This time he waited to hit the ground.

(Locked to those close to Logan, If you want to tag in and didn't already get an okay from me, just drop me an e-mail.)

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[neptune-sleuth.livejournal.com]

Veronica's morning jog didn't always take her by Logan's place. She varied her routes from day to day, trying to keep things interesting. This, though, was far from what she had meant by that. Hearing Aaron Echolls' voice as she passed by the door was the last thing she expected.

Coming to a halt, she froze on the path, looking around. She had to have been imagining things. If that monster was here, she would have known.

It was the sound of a falling body that stirred her, and she was through the door into the hut without another thought, only to come to a standstill yet again, half-paralyzed by the sight of Aaron. "Well, this puts a damper in my morning," she said finally, voice tight and words crisp. Circling wide of the man, she dropped down beside Logan to make sure he was alright.

[little_moons]

Something's not right.

After the initial celebration and then Logan stumbling into my bookcase like a lumbering idiot -- okay, partially my fault -- I wasn't really paying too much attention for the first half of the walk to the compound. Then I started to notice things... Like how empty the path was, how eerily quiet the jungle seemed, and how the few people I saw along the way looked like they'd been through hell. Then there's the fact that Max keeps whining, hanging back close at my heels and sniffing frantically at the air.

Something's wrong, but it isn't until I break the tree line and see the utter fucking chaos already building up around the compound that I know it's not just a bad feeling.

I run the whole way back, nearly colliding with at least two people and tripping on a goddamn tree limb just outside The Hamlet. My palms are scrapped up and I feel sorta like an idiot when I turn the corner in the path and see that everything here looks quiet. Standing outside the hut and trying to catch my breath, I run a hand over my hair and reach down to pet Max, but the hut's never been real soundproof so the shouting inside practically echoes 'round the whole clearing. With that sharp sound of skin colliding with skin and a body hitting the floor I'm moving again, calling out Logan's name and bursting through the door, only to freeze right inside.

After months of Logan seeing some fucking ghost hovering around, fucking with his life and mine, and knowing this place, I should've been expecting this. I wasn't.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing in here?" I probably could've approached this with a little more caution, but it's the first thing I can think to say, 'cause he doesn't belong on this island and he sure as hell doesn't belong here.

[jdick.livejournal.com]

After waking up with his own skeleton in his bed again, but having Dale see it this time, one of Joe's first concerns was of Logan and after he'd assured Dale he'd be fine, that was just walking next door, he'd headed out.

Joe knew exactly what Logan had been seeing while he'd been seeing Bucky and his body and he wasn't ready to let that go. If something really fucking weird had happened here, if Aaron was as real as Bucky, Joe had to make sure Logan was okay.

And maybe kill the fucker while he was at it.

Heading into the hut without knocking, Joe heard the sound of Logan hitting the floor and his jaw set hard as he looked at the man who'd hit him. Without saying a word, he went to Logan, crouching down beside him to check on him.

[callmeweevil.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what it was made me walk by Logan and Neil's place-- seemed half the island was going to hell in a handbasket anyway, and I'm not so much of an asshole I wanted either of them to end up gettin' eaten by zombies or something.

But I swear to God, the last thing I expected when I passed by the hut was to hear the famous Aaron Echolls' slimy voice comin' from inside-- followed by what sounded like a hell of a punch, no less. Well, part of me's hopin' the sound was Echolls Junior finally givin' his daddy what for, but the wiser part of me thinks that's unlikely. So I run in-- what the hell else am I gonna do? Neil's a good guy but I could break him over my knee, and prob'ly so could Aaron, and I'll be goddamned if I'm gonna let that fucker hurt anyone, even his own asshole kid.

Neil isn't even there, which might be a good thing, 'cus I doubt he wants to see his husband covered in blood and takin' a boot to the ribs from his own father. I barrel into Aaron just as he's windin' up for another one, not even bothering to hit him, just knocking him to the ground with two hundred in pissed-off Mexican landin' on top of him.