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Aaron was gone. Dead, most likely, rotting somewhere out there in the black, or wherever the hell his body had been dumped in the end. At least, Logan had always assumed that much. That had always been the implication anyway, and though he'd never asked for details or a flat out answer, he'd taken that assumption as truth.
Today he wasn't so sure.
The day had started off as usual. Alarm clock, hot coffee, and sugar coated cereal served dry in a bowl. He'd checked the weather, he'd checked the stocks, hell, he'd even spent half an hour just watching morning talk shows and letting his brain rot. Normal. Just normal shit that people did every day. The same thing the guy next door was probably doing, the same thing half of New Tokyo was probably doing.
And then the mail had come.
Most mail was digital now, from junk mail to bills, but now and then there would be a letter or a package delivered to the door, something that seemed so outdated... and yet comforting. The package was tiny, and Logan signed for it without a second thought, taking it from the delivery boy and closing the door as he stepped back inside. It was wrapped neatly in brown paper, string looped around it and tied into a tidy bow. No return address, no indication of what it was or who it was from... but Logan tore into it anyway, his curiosity beating out whatever common sense he had left, and ignoring the little voice in his head that told him it was stupid to open mystery gifts.
Still, whatever he'd been expecting, from a bomb to an anonymous gift from a secret admirer, the last thing he'd expected to find was a severed finger and a tooth. And not just any finger. Logan knew just who it belonged to. Hell, he'd have known even without seeing the shiny silver band that was still wrapped around it.
There was a moment where he thought he might be sick, but in the end Logan simply set his jaw and closed the box. He didn't know who to blame for this, but he knew exactly how to find out.
(Open to all. Find him anywhere, from your pup's doorstep looking annoyed, to the subway, heading somewhere to go yell at someone. He's not a happy camper, so be warned.)
Today he wasn't so sure.
The day had started off as usual. Alarm clock, hot coffee, and sugar coated cereal served dry in a bowl. He'd checked the weather, he'd checked the stocks, hell, he'd even spent half an hour just watching morning talk shows and letting his brain rot. Normal. Just normal shit that people did every day. The same thing the guy next door was probably doing, the same thing half of New Tokyo was probably doing.
And then the mail had come.
Most mail was digital now, from junk mail to bills, but now and then there would be a letter or a package delivered to the door, something that seemed so outdated... and yet comforting. The package was tiny, and Logan signed for it without a second thought, taking it from the delivery boy and closing the door as he stepped back inside. It was wrapped neatly in brown paper, string looped around it and tied into a tidy bow. No return address, no indication of what it was or who it was from... but Logan tore into it anyway, his curiosity beating out whatever common sense he had left, and ignoring the little voice in his head that told him it was stupid to open mystery gifts.
Still, whatever he'd been expecting, from a bomb to an anonymous gift from a secret admirer, the last thing he'd expected to find was a severed finger and a tooth. And not just any finger. Logan knew just who it belonged to. Hell, he'd have known even without seeing the shiny silver band that was still wrapped around it.
There was a moment where he thought he might be sick, but in the end Logan simply set his jaw and closed the box. He didn't know who to blame for this, but he knew exactly how to find out.
(Open to all. Find him anywhere, from your pup's doorstep looking annoyed, to the subway, heading somewhere to go yell at someone. He's not a happy camper, so be warned.)