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Here’s the thing, when shit hits the fan, Logan wasn’t hit with the trumpets of apocalypses blaring at him. There was no sign, no warning and no gut feeling that he would be in this situation. Not even a flash of lightning across the night sky to startle him dramatically like the films while he walks back to his place from his university. No broken glass or smashed mirrors at his feet or an ominously flickering light in the middle of a dark alleyway to scare him.
The truth of the matter was that he walked into what seems to be a kidnapping completely by accident. He was coming home from his part-time work as a barista in a cafe near his university, phone out and earphones in with his bag tightly secured on his back when he’s frozen by what seems to a group of men in all black clothes cornering a guy in a suit that looks ripped straight out of a magazine. An inconspicuous car that has no front plates or identifying marker blocked the road between Logan and the all-out fight. There are some bodies on the ground that he can’t quite identify if they are unconscious or dead but there weren't any visible blood stains and he doesn’t spot a gun on any of the men fighting that are now currently fist fighting each other.
Logically, he knows he only has seconds to decide what to do, but he’s just too shocked to do anything. This pause causes him to be in direct view of the man who looks like a model, and his eyes surely locked with the wide open ones of Logan’s. Instead of doing anything sensible like making a distraction with Logan’s presence or shouting at him to call the police, the man starts backing up into the dead end (that Logan knows is a dead end) out of the stupidity only someone decent would think to do. The stupid kind of kindness in not wanting a random person to get tangled up in what was clearly a dangerous situation that got decent men killed. And that was what finally got Logan’s brain to kickstart into high gear as he booked it across the hood of the car, backpack already in his hands, in order to slam the thing onto the head of the closest kidnapper. Adrenaline is rushing and he’s pretty sure he threw a punch across someone’s jaw while Mr. Model starts co-ordinating with him in order to create an opening.
Somehow, he eventually does manage to get close enough to the man to take hold of his wrist and drag him away from the dead-end. “Fuck! Dead-end…Run!” His breaths are short and ragged as he tries to explain to Mr. Model why his plan was so stupid, as they both run like hell away from their kidnappers back the way Logan initially came from his university. By the second back alleyway they pass though, Mr. Model seems to have caught on that he wasn’t exactly a local and takes charge by pulling him towards an alleyway Logan swears he has never seen in the nearly three years he’s been in Monaco by pulling him by his bicep. Now, they swerve in and out of alleyways like fish in water but so does the group of men behind them. Soon though, they see that they’re getting pincered as the group of men had split into two groups to cover more ground, but they persist in the hopes of shaking them off. Their luck must eventually run out as his fellow runaway rounds a corner and gets hit by a baseball bat one of the kidnappers must have gotten from somewhere and goes out like a light. He barely has a second to react as he locks eyes with the masked man in front of him in what he hopes is a final power-move to get the kidnappers to stop kidnapping them before he too, crumples to the ground and goes out like a light.
The next time he feels consciousness return to him, he’s being hauled to his feet roughly by the men flanking his left and right respectively. He blinked for a few seconds trying to make sense of the darkness before realising that they have a bag over his head. Suddenly, the fear starts to creep into him as the dawning realisation of the situation he is in sinks in. He must have been making short, aborted movements as the man beside him commands him to sit down when they realise he’s awake after what feels like minutes of walking. He does sit, slowly and tensed like a tight coil of rope as he hears the man talk lowly and shuffle around what sounds like an echo chamber before the bag over his head is ripped off of him and exposing his eyes that are now accustomed to darkness to sunlight. At this point, both of his hands are tied to the back post of the chair, and he notes to himself, only his right leg to the leg of the chair. The same is then done to Mr. Model as he is seated, tied to his chair and bag removed from his head except that their kidnappers have taken great care to ensure that Mr. Model can’t escape by tying all his limbs twice with what seems like all the rope they have on hand. No wonder they ran out on his left leg. Either they have deemed him less of a threat or they were sloppy. It is both a reassuring and terrifying notion as the kidnappers have obviously classified their person of interest as the main objective still, and he was just a bonus. That could mean that they intended to let him go as he is of no importance, perhaps with some sort of exchange for ransom money. It could also mean that he is now a threat to their goal and they are prepared to take him out as soon as possible and therefore there was no point in spending time keeping a nuisance around instead. Eventually, after triple checking both of their captives are firmly tied to the chair and unable to escape, the group of men leave to presumably secure the perimeters. The man he once locked eyes with when he got knocked out gives him a once-over one more time before finally following the rest of his group out of their line of sight. Logan gives him the nickname “number 6 man” in his head, after the number on the man’s left sleeve.
The second the final guy gets out of his line of sight, Logan is trying to fidget with the ropes around his wrists to no avail. “Shit.”
The man seated across him grunts and Logan sees him trying to Hulk out of his ropes for a few seconds before giving up as well. He locks eyes with Logan for the first time and they take a good look at each other. “You’re crazy, you know.” He says, voice low so they don’t attract attention. He takes a deep breath in and out, eyes roving up and down Logan’s form, body as tense as a coiled snake ready to strike.
“Well hello to you too.” Logan can’t help rolling his eyes before looking away to look for something he can use to cut the ropes in this empty warehouse. Anything to get away from the man’s intense eye contact and questions Logan knows he can’t answer.
Unfortunately for him, the guy he failed miserably to save his ass seems eager to chat. “Why did you get involved? I tried to give you an out.” He questions.
Logan swings his head back to face him, snorts obnoxiously and tries to go for smugness when he answers, “I was involved the moment you saw me. What was I supposed to do? If you lived, you might want to get rid of me, the witness that blatantly saw your face. If they won and saw me, the logical thing is to make sure there were no witnesses.” He breaks eye contact and makes a big show of trying to use his left leg to untie the ropes around his right ankle. “Either way, I was fucked.” He glances up quickly to take a peek if the man is still staring at him- trying to read him- with those fucking eyes.
He is.
“They caught me off guard, but didn’t bring guns. Didn’t bring weapons. I don’t think they’ll do anything to you. Maybe get some quick ransom money.” The revelation does reassure him a bit but Logan can’t- doesn’t, want to say the realreason why he helped a random person because it sounds absurd even to himself. Because he truly doesn’t know why. His body moved on its own.
“My name is Arthur by the way. Figure someone who got dragged into all this unwillingly should at least know my name.” He doesn’t thank Logan for saving him. Doesn’t bring up why Logan can’t meet his eyes and answer him truthfully.
“Name’s Logan.” He whispers in lieu of an answer. They can do nothing but hunker down for the days to come.
The second, third and fourth day go by quietly with the kidnappers largely leaving them alone. They feed both of them quite regularly. Allowing them to have two granola bars and some water for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They allow Logan’s left hand to be untied to feed himself but not Arthur, who the seemingly youngest and most timidest of the group has to help feed. All the while, No. 6 leans against one of the poles near them and keeps watch. They’re allowed to relieve themself once between meals if they need to by dragging their chair all the way to the shitty restroom that comes with the beat-up warehouse they’re in. Sensing their moods and observing their kidnappers’ emotions and tensions comes easily to Logan and eventually, he finds a pattern he can use to try to talk to them. There are times where he strikes up a conversation with various members of the group when he feels that they would entertain it, and there are times where he keeps silent. Naturally, the youngest who is the one that comes into contact with them the most is the easiest to talk to. He doesn’t let anything slip, but it takes some of the tension off of Logan’s mind.
No. 6 though, remains stoic through the whole thing and he never entertains Logan’s attempts to strike up a conversation. Logan can’t tell if it’s because he’s naturally quiet or if there’s something thrumming beneath his skin, in his pulse. Arthur, who remains mum and elegant even in this situation, agrees with him that this alpha is someone to look out for. There was just a tension in the man that set Logan’s skin crawling. His scent sometimes went rancid when he looked at the both of them, even though Logan is pretty sure no one is privy to the fact that he’s actually an omega.
Certainly, Arthur has not brought up the fact and Logan knows that he can go at least thirty days before his suppressants from last month truly run out of his system. He prays to the Lord above that this whole situation ends before his thirty days are up. After all, there are worse things that can be done to omegas than being tied up to a chair.
Something changes by day five. He doesn’t know where Mr. Vaguely Eastern European man goes every night, but by the morning of day five, he seems to have brought bad news to the group as they convene and talk amongst themselves quietly. Out of earshot but not out of line of sight. Judging by the constant fidgeting of The Youngest and the grim look No. 6 has, the chances for them to get out of this unscathed might have just drastically decreased. Both him and Arthur have been keeping track of the comings and goings of their kidnappers, and they know that Mr. Vaguely Eastern European man is the one who regularly goes out during the night to run errands. They try to cover it up by making a show out of him bringing back food and water, new clothes for the rest of the group but they know what he’s most likely doing. He’s likely to be the only person who can contact their client, or the one making demands of whoever they’re trying to get ransom from. Trying to get in touch with contacts and looking for the next set of directions was just the most logical course of action. After all, by day five, people would have surely started asking questions about where they are.
Quietly, so as to not disturb the convening group, Logan murmurs under his breath, more to himself than aimed at Arthur. “Oh fuck. I hope they haven’t fired me at the cafe.” Arthur shoots him a look from his right and Logan promptly takes a hint and shuts up.
Whatever conclusion their kidnappers come to though, it doesn’t seem satisfactory as No. 6 shoves Mr. Vaguely Eastern European man in anger and strides towards the both of them inside the warehouse. Arthur’s whole body tenses in anticipation, while he curls his fingers so hard Logan’s pretty sure they’re digging crescents into his palms to calm himself down enough to look nonchalant. No. 6 stops his stride right in front of Arthur in order to throw a punch right at his jaw. Arthur does manage to flinch his body away to avoid taking the full hit.
He tries to deescalate the situation as fast as possible. “Woah! Woah, whatever he did, I promise you he couldn’t have done while he’s tied up here.” No. 6 swivels to look at him so fast, Logan wondered for a second if he could snap his head doing so. At this point, everything in Logan is screaming at him, warning him of the danger the man in front of him posed. No. 6’s eyes were bulging in rage, and he was breathing in ragged breaths. His scent rising higher and higher, turning more and more vile.
Arthur jerks forwards angrily in his chair, letting out a low growl as Logan’s instincts scream at him. He feels it more than he sees it, instincts keyed up for his survival. He jerks his entire body forwards as No. 6 kicks the chair he’s tied to so roughly it actually tilts backwards. Before Logan could glare the man in the eyes with all the venom he could muster, No. 6 is lunging towards Arthur and growling angrily while the rest of the group who has caught up by now, restrains him. Arthurs sits there, looking at the man impassively, not deigning to respond to the man who has debased himself to his primal instincts. They both note that it is Mr. Vaguely Eastern European man who has a tight grip on No. 6, fully restraining him and dragging him away from them and out of the warehouse while The Youngest stays behind to check on their ropes. Neither he or Arthur could calm down for the rest of the day even when they are left entirely on their own.
Day six doesn’t start any better. Logan is woken up by the overlapping shouts of their kidnappers. Tensions seem to have finally come to a head as No. 6 slams the door open to the warehouse and heads straight towards the both of them. By now, Logan has gotten so used to his bile-like scent, it barely registers. “Hey man…” He starts, going for placating rather than antagonising. It is at this point that he gets hit so hard, his chair topples onto his left side as his ears start ringing and his vision goes blurry.
Now, Arthur’s scent which Logan previously could only identify as vaguely ‘woodsy’ has gone almost completely choking. Transforming from slightly forest-like to lit campfire. It’s mildly disconcerting how nostalgic and a tiny bit safethe scent makes him feel. Reminding him of how nights out with his family with nothing but a campfire and some s’mores under the night sky made him feel.
The group of men quickly broke into two separate groups in order to restrain the two alphas from going at each other’s throat. Arthur had ripped one of his hands out of the ropes and was clearly trying to grapple No. 6 so that he could rip his throat out while No. 6 was flailing around in the grasps of his fellow kidnappers. His vision was beginning to stop being blurry, and under normal circumstances he could have pushed himself upright; but, he’s bound and still reeling from the hit. There’s something about how Leclercs not harming civilians being thrown around in between the shouting match the kidnappers are engaging in that Logan doesn’t really get and Arthur doesn’t respond to. After some heated discussion, it seems that someone was finally able to get No. 6 to calm down.
Eventually, after what feels like forever, Mr. Married helps right his chair and body and Logan can finally assess Arthur’s physical state. He has a bright red mark on his right eye that’s mildly bleeding but it seems they managed to restrain No. 6 before he could do more damage. He’s still growling and lashing around with the ropes tightly secured around him again. Internally, Logan thanks his lucky stars. He tries to catch Arthur’s eyes to tell him that he’s alright and that Arthur shouldn’t get into more trouble with their kidnappers but Arthur remains resolute in giving all of them the death stare, scent remaining smoky.
Naturally though, Logan’s luck can’t be that good as he observes how the kidnappers have seemingly formed two groups. One with Mr. Vaguely Eastern European man spearheading it and one with No. 6 spearheading it with The Youngest torn between the two. The two alphas seem to have come to a stalemate regarding what to do with their two captives and the tension within the group has never been higher as the two leaders of their respective group shove each other around and move to discuss matters somewhere else.
The next day seems to have brought a resolution to the tension between the two groups as No. 6 greets them bright and early with a spring in his step and a feral grin on his lips that has both him and Arthur on edge. He doesn’t do anything but smile at the both of them as they get fed, eyes fixed to their figures.
“Hey.” Logan says to The Youngest when No. 6 finally leaves them alone to go and do something other than staring at his two captives. There’s a tension in the kid’s shoulder and a resigned feel to his demeanour that wasn’t there when they were first kidnapped. “What’s going on out there?” He tries to keep his voice warm and calm, hoping to play to some part of the kid’s heart.
Arthur chances a glance back at the two of them while the kid reties Logan’s left hand after helping the both of them eat their lunch. Logan was beginning to lose hope when the boy glances at the warehouse doors, leans down and whispers in his ears. “They had an alphan showdown and he won.” He quickly stands up to check on Arthur’s bindings and then excuses himself.
“Hey.” Logan says, neck turned towards Arthur, eyes blank and transfixed on the horse logo on his breast-pocket.
Arthur glances over again, and Logan can finally look at the state of the wound and bruise around his eye. It’s not swollen and the skin doesn’t look red and scratched anymore which is a huge relief.
“How fucked do you think we are?”
Now, Arthur cranes his head upwards to look at the roof in deep contemplation. “It is not worrying that my brother has not found me by day seven. We have many enemies and I’m sure someone is paying them to hide us well.”
“Then what are you worried about? Why haven’t they…” Logan trails off, the words caught in his throat like thorns. “Why haven’t they… tortured us or killed us yet?” They both sit in silence for a minute or two.
“We’re going to be fine. It means we’re going to be fine Logan.”
He can’t muster the words up to describe the turmoil within him anymore, nothing left in him to conjure the strength to say anything more. So all he does is close his eyes, reminiscing the scene of him and his brother roasting s’mores on an open campfire underneath a starry sky. Imagining himself somewhere far, far away from this warehouse. His parents are giggling and flirting with each other, enjoying their time with each other without having to keep an eye on their rowdy children for once. This time though. This time there’s someone new in the corner of his eyes, someone who looks suspiciously like a suit wearing man.
A gunshot rings out, breaking the silence of a normal morning and startling both him and Arthur awake. There’s barely any sunlight, and so the sound of a gunshot rang unmistakably through the warehouse. No. 6 then bursts into the warehouse, the metal doors creaking under the force of his grip as he moves to grab Arthur. Arthur puts up a good fight that includes standing up with the chair tied to his back and body slamming No. 6 as Logan is desperately trying to tear his hands off of his chair. When he manages to get his right hand free, he immediately tries to grab hold of No. 6 to hold him down but two more men who have entered after No. 6 get to Logan first. “Wait! Wait! Stop! Where are you bringing him?” They’re both tackled and kept against the ground, preventing them from reaching each other and thrashing against their captors as they grow more and more desperate. No. 6 then begins to drag Arthur- chair and all- away from Logan into a back area of the warehouse that is sectioned off. With all the blood pumping and adrenaline rushing, Logan manages to bite the hands of one of his captors to give himself an opening to get rid of the men holding him down for just a second. One second is enough to try to start crawling forwards to where Arthur disappeared with his free hand, and all he could do is scream Arthur’s name. His right hand is promptly stomped on until he gives up trying to crawl towards the direction of the room.
So there he lays, still tied up to the chair and on his sides as he listens quietly to No. 6’s continuous taunts against Arthur, who even in this situation doesn’t deign to respond to the man. So, Logan steels himself to not let the men in the room watching him, No. 6’s cronies, have the satisfaction of witnessing Logan’s fear or agony. He grits his teeth and busies himself with getting his breathing back to normal as the men in the room smoke and laugh amongst themselves while Arthur is getting beat up and he can’t do anything about it. He commits their faces to memory and imagines himself bashing their faces in.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, No. 6 returns with Arthur, who is still kicking and growling the whole way, in tow. The asshole looks at him with mock pity for a second before sneering at the hate that must be poisoning Logan’s eyes as he dumps Arthur roughly on his side. Logan doesn’t make any indication that he will check on Arthur or try to help him and the man briefly looks disappointed he doesn’t have a reason to beat him. The rest of the merry band of assholes cheer and jeer as they all leave together. Once they’re clearly out of earshot, Logan is immediately crawling his way to Arthur who hasn’t moved since he was dumped onto the floor, and he feels his tears threateningly close to falling.
“Arthur! Oh my god, Arthur.” He manages to reach Arthur eventually and cradles his face with both of his hands to take a good look at him. His right hand was still slightly numb from all the stomping it took earlier but it still brushes away Arthur’s hair. There is some blood on the edges of his lips, evidently from more punches towards his face but No. 6 had quite clearly taken his anger out on the rest of his body instead. His suit jacket is still surprisingly pristine and Logan can’t spot any blood seeping through the jacket itself. He bites his lips till they nearly bleed in order to stop the outraged and saddened whine from escaping his throat at the state of the man in front of him.
He tries to wipe the blood off of Arthur’s face while Arthur takes deep breaths to calm himself down. Eventually, he opens his eyes to look at Logan before tilting his head into Logan’s hand. “Listen.” That does get Logan to stop his ministrations as he holds eye contact with Arthur. “Logan, I need you to listen to me. If you have the opportunity to run. Just run. Even without me.”
A beat of silence passes between them before Logan breaks eye contact and purses his lips while trying to gently massage the bruise on Arthur’s face away, clearly set on being stubborn and ignoring Arthur.
“Logan.” He bites out, alphan command slipping slightly into the word, making Logan freeze for just a moment.
He moves his hands down to where his shoulders clearly took a beating, with the way Arthur winces every time he moves even just a fraction. “I’m not doing that.”
“Logan.” Arthur says.
“I’m not leaving without you.” He’s done with this stupid, idiotic man trying to convince him to abandon him. He holds his face as gently as he could to make Arthur look him in the eyes. “I’m not going to leave without you.”
Arthur’s eyes rove all over his face. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for, but he hopes he sees his sincerity in his eyes. That he means every word he says. Arthur closes his eyes and tilt his cheek towards his hand again. “My name is Arthur Leclerc. If you have the opportunity to run, take it and look for Charles Leclerc, my brother. Speak of his name enough times and soon he will arrive. Don’t look back.” He doesn’t entertain Arthur’s demand.
Thankfully, they are left alone the next day which means that Logan can continue tending to Arthur as there is no one around to tear him away from Arthur. The Youngest does drop by quickly to drop the granola bars they’ve been having the past few days on the ground near them. There was no water and only a single bar that had to be split between the two of them. He tried convincing Arthur to just have the entire bar as he was the one in worse physical condition and his body needed all the help it could get to get better quicker, but Arthur was as stubborn as a mule.
Their luck quickly runs out though, as No. 6 decides that instead of ripping Arthur away from Logan, he would do the opposite instead today. The immediate clue that jolts the both of them awake is the vile, disgusting scent of the man, and then the loss of body heat they’ve both been sharing. He’s violently lurching around to try and get away from No. 6, but it’s useless without the use of his hands. Him and Arthur had agreed on pretending that his hands were still bound because No. 6’s little cronies had forgotten to tie him up again. Just as it seems like Logan really would have to start using his hands to try to fight back, Arthur suddenly slams No. 6 away from him violently and into the pole near him. The two of them tussle back and forth, as their scents clash violently. Most of the kidnappers who have now arrived at the scene, end up watching in what seems to be either awe or fear as an alphan showdown occurs right in front of their eyes. It is a sight to behold, as both men have clearly fallen back onto their more primal instincts and rely on using their sharpened fangs. The lack of ability to use his hands clearly doesn’t matter much to Arthur anymore as he manages to get a few good bites in on No. 6.
While the alpha scent of something vile of No. 6 and the choking scent of wildfire of Arthur stuns the rest of the alpha and beta group into submission, it takes only a few shakes of his head to clear the hold the alphas have on Logan. Immediately he gets up to his feet shakily to grab ahold of Arthur for just a second enough to untie Arthur’s hands from his chair. As soon as his hands are free, the wooden chair still flimsily tied to Arthur’s legs with a fraying piece of rope is immediately shattered into a ton of tiny little pieces as both alphas begin to death roll each other like alligators. Logan, sensing the opportunity in front of him with the rest of the kidnappers still frozen in shock, also begins to hit him repeatedly with pieces of wood scattered all around him. When it’s clear that No. 6’s chances of winning are slowly dwindling between Logan’s lucky hits with a chair leg and Arthur nearly ripping his throat out twice, No. 6 turns to commanding his gang of rats to help him. His command soars high and guttural above the sounds of Logan and Arthur’s growls of warning.
As they are once again ripped away from each other, Logan and Arthur don’t try to fight it. Instead they lock eyes with each other as they get further and further apart, wild looks in their eyes as a mutual understanding floats between them without words. They have failed today, but there can always be a next time and neither of them are leaving without the other. Secretly, a deep part within Logan relishes how much he doesn’t mind seeing blood all over Arthur’s teeth and lips.
Naturally, after the little stunt he and Arthur pulled yesterday, they were upgraded to solid metal chains around their right ankles while both of their arms are tied to the pole with whatever remaining rope they had on hand. Their situation has gotten worse, indeed, but it was not yet the worst case scenario. Their kidnappers had clearly not expected to hold them captive for such a long duration and their preparation showed for it. Both him and Arthur track the tension between the members as food and supplies seem to start running out for both hostage and kidnapper.
The both of them have also resigned to chatting about anything under the sun in order to preserve their sanity no matter the time of day, only occasionally being interrupted by different members who forcefully feed them water. They only get food once every few days which results in them trying to conserve their energy as much as possible. Sometimes the anxiousness gets to him or Arthur, causing him to get snarky and smart and Arthur to lash out with his teeth. This does get them shoved around, and their chains yanked violently but the sharp pain serves as a reminder to them that they’re still here.
Logan’s pretty sure he tells Arthur almost his entire life story at some point. About some of his darkest moments. How he felt so alone even though he was standing next to Oscar and Fred, how he felt agony that he couldn’t be wholeheartedly happy for them because they were winning and he wasn’t.
About some of his happiest moments. The precious memories he held to his chest of his family smiling and surrounding him, the first celebrations he had together with just his best friends as they navigated what it means to be independent and chasing dreams far away from home.
Arthur, in turn, talked warmly about how lucky he felt to have parents that loved each other so much. About how he cried small tears when he first held his oldest brother’s son. About how he’s been trying to get his brother - Charles - to be with a guy called Max together for forever and how mad he would be if he died before they became a couple.
They talked deep into the night, sometimes to be reassured that the other was still alive, to be reassured that they hadn't been left behind. They talk even when their throats get dry and their voices turn raspy. This infuriates their kidnappers as they can hear them talk when the night gets quiet and the air settles into calm nothingness, but they don’t give them a reaction whenever they do something to Logan or Arthur. Throughout these days, Logan breathes in Arthur’s slowly worsening scent as his wounds painstakingly heal with the lack of food and water and unconsciously his scent, which is starting to reveal itself, tries to tamp down how wrong Arthur’s sickly scent of charcoal is. He can do nothing but make sure to use whatever clean bit of cloth he can rip off to clean his wounds and pray infection doesn’t take hold.
Slowly, Logan truly loses track of time and day. He doesn’t know how long they’ve been here, chained up. Less and less men come and go each day as the situation turns hopeless for all of them. It seems no one is coming to get him or Arthur, but their captors are running out of options on what to do with their hostages as well. Everything comes to a head one night when The Youngest, who reeks of tear stains and anxiety, sneak into the warehouse as quietly as possible in order to feed them the most food and water they’ve had in days. They both watch him as he works on Logan’s chains around his ankle.
“Please, what’s going on out there?” Logan says, his voice as raspy as sandpaper while he leans against the pose to sit himself up into a position that can better help the boy loosen his chains.
Despite his obvious dwindling physical condition, Arthur’s eyes are intense and focused as the alpha scans the boy for any signs of a betrayal, for a reason why he would help them. “We’ve lost so many of our members to our own people. Ilya…”
The boy chokes up, before taking a second to compose himself. “Ilya tried to get David to see reason but David…” With faces, scents, and personalities racing in his mind, Logan manages to connect that this Ilya must be Mr. Vaguely Eastern European who he has indeed not seen since the day they heard the gunshot. This David, then, naturally can only be No. 6. “We’re being closed in on and some members have tried to reason with David. Asking if they could leave.”
The boy moves to start loosening Arthur’s chains. “He killed them and then told his loyal followers to make sure no one leaves.” His hands are shaking as tears start falling on Arthur’s legs but they both remain pensive, watching the boy closely. “I never wanted this. I just needed some money! I swear! I didn’t think-” He’s interrupted by the sounds of footsteps rushing to open the warehouse door the boy locked behind him.
Immediately, Logan rips his hands out of the ropes around his wrists and starts trying to twist his ankle out of the loosened chains. He pushes the boy towards the back of the warehouse as Logan helps Arthur yank his chains off of his feet. “Run! Go!” The boy hesitates halfway out the window that only he can squeeze through and Athur commands him to go. “Go! Don’t look back.” The boy slips through not a second too late as David comes face to face with him and Arthur.
He’s awfully confident that he can take the both of them down as he commands his men to find the boy, and makes sure that the two of them know that he’ll enjoy their suffering. No words are exchanged between the two alphas as Arthur’s scent turns so smoky, Logan can taste it on his tongue. As the two alphas clash violently head on in a frenzy of flailing limbs and vicious bites, Logan dives to their left back towards the pole he was chained to. For all these days that he was leaning against the pole, he was hiding the fact that he was working on a rusty part of the pole that was beginning to crumble. He just needed a little more time before he could get something like a rusty shank. Unable to truly tear his eyes off of Arthur, he begins to desperately chip at the weak spot of the pole, uncaring if his nails were tearing and bleeding. After a loud yelp from Arthur revealed that David was using the chains in order to strangle him, Logan finally manages to get the shank he wants and charges at David. This makes the man let go of the chains around Arthur, who was beginning to lose consciousness, in order to defend himself. Logan does manage to get a good stab in on David’s shoulder before the man’s hands come to wrap around his throat. Logan manages to get some more cuts made to the man’s face and arms with his makeshift shank and eventually he lets it go to start trying to punch the man’s face in. Then, just as he managed to stun David for a second with a well aimed hit to his face, Arthur comes barrelling in from their sides. Noticing immediately that Arthur was trying to push David towards the pole, Logan co-ordinates with him to wrestle the man that way before double backing to grab the chains that were just used to strangle Arthur.
While Arthur focuses on aiming hits on David’s upper half, Logan goes low to use the chains to trip David. Seizing the opportunity as David trips over the chains Logan wraps around his feet, Arthur quickly takes to slamming David’s head onto the pole repeatedly. Then Logan quickly drops the chain in order to tackle David’s legs and lock him into place. Logan holds tight even when the man starts kicking him in the chest in an attempt to break free so he could move away from Arthur. The both of them don’t let him have the opportunity to do so and Arthur keeps going until they both feel the man’s body goes slack. Soon after, they both crumple to the ground as they try to catch their breaths while David lies on the ground as blood starts to pool all around his head from the blunt force trauma.
Logan quickly tries to help Arthur up though, with him trying to hold up Arthur’s weight by slinging an arm over Logan’s shoulders as they make their way towards the exit. “Come on, come on, come on.” But Arthur’s eyes are closing, and Logan can feel the strength drain out of him. “Please, please, please. Arthur!” He nearly slumps off of Logan’s shoulder and takes him out with him but Logan yanks him as close as possible back. He knows his scent is going crazy, responding to the explosion of emotions he’s feeling now as Logan reaches his breaking point. “We’re almost there… please, Arthur!” He can feel Arthur using the last vestiges of his strength to try to snuggle into Logan’s neck and reassure him as his tears flow down both of their faces with how close their faces are.
He moves the both of them robotically, putting all his energy into making sure he takes the next step towards freedom for the both of them when all of a sudden, a cacophony of noise erupts beyond the door that he barely registers. Next thing he knows, suddenly sunlight bursts in through his cloudy tear-filled eyes and a large number of men in black surround him as the door is tossed open. Everything and nothing registers as Logan feels the fight drain out of him as he begins to lose consciousness when a man approaches them warily. Immediately, he yanks Arthur closer to him as he growls at the man at the perceived threat. The man does jerk back at his warning but both of their attention snaps towards Arthur when Arthur purrs in recognition of the foreign man in front of them.
A second or two passes between the two of them in order for the recognition to take place for Logan’s hazy consciousness. Eventually he does relent and it takes everything in him to begin the slow and painful task of ripping Arthur away from his embrace to pass him to the man in front of him. “Oh…” He tries to shake the dizziness away. “Charles?” And darkness embraces him and he feels himself fall away from Arthur and onto the direction of the ground.