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[echolls_cursed]

Logan tried to stay away from the film cans on the bookshelf. After all, they tended to be nothing but trouble. Whether it was an episode of Veronica's TV show, or a fake documentary featuring Joe's death, nothing good ever seemed to come of sitting down to take in a film. Well, okay, nothing good with the exception of sitting and watching some

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[little_moons]

Well isn't that just the fucking perfect plot twist.

It's hard to really accept it... That Logan's like- my life, might've been scripted by some asshole for entertainment value. A fucking primetime teen drama, and whatever the hell mine was supposed to be. It's hard to really wrap your head around it, and most of the time I'm pretty good at forgetting, but then I walk into the rec room and have it all dropped right the fuck down on my head again

[echolls_cursed]

It took Logan a long moment to snap out of it, but when he did he offered Neil a small smile. Forced normality despite the fact that everything felt compleatly fucked up and wrong.

"Hey," he said quietly, settling back against the cushions as he tried to think of something to say. Something that didn't involve 'I let friend's brother kill himself' or 'Duncan killed my dad'. But really, he was hard pressed for conversation starters outside of what he'd just seen.

"Guess I am a hero, huh?" he said instead, deciding to try and force himself to focus on the one good thing that had happened.

Beaver was dead, Aaron was dead... But Veronica was okay. She was crazy and wreckless... but she was okay.

[little_moons]

"Guess so," I say quietly, leaning back into the cushions and letting our shoulders brush. 'Cause he had been. Saved the fucking day. Its weird, but I feel a little bit proud of him for that, even though I've obviously got no fucking clue what the hell was going on outside of him keeping Veronica from getting her crazy ass shot. "Who was that kid?"

[echolls_cursed]

"Dick's brother," Logan said, simply and quietly. "He used to tag along with us a lot... I didn't know that he'd... or any of that stuff with him and Veronica. He was never that sort of guy, you know? At least that's what we all thought."

[jdick]

For the second time in just a few days, Joe stood in the doorway of the rec room and watched something he probably shouldn't. Unlike Dale's show, however, Joe felt a sick sense of vindication and justification rise inside of him when he watched Aaron Echolls get shot, his jaw setting hard as he tried not to let himself smile. He wanted to, he desperately wanted to, but it wasn't something he wanted Logan to see.

When the episode was over and the room was dark, Joe pushed off the door and walked over to the couch, sitting down beside him.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan stayed silent for a while, even after he realized he wasn't alone. Eventually though, he spoke up, taking a deep breath and settling back against the cushions.

"Duncan never told me," he said quietly.

[jdick]

"I didn't think so," Joe said, frowning slightly as he studied Logan carefully. He figured if Logan had known something like that, his friendship with Duncan would've been different. A part of him was grateful that Duncan had arranged for it, that he'd taken care of it, even if his motivations had been about his sister, not Logan. The man had deserved it.

"How come you decided to watch it now?" he asked.

[echolls_cursed]

"I didn't know what was going to be on it... it was just there. No other episodes, just this one. I guess I just couldn't resist the temptation."

He let out a long sigh and forced an awkward laugh. "Really wish I had. Last thing I wanted to see before dinner was my Dad's brains. Can't say I'm feeling too hungry any more."

There hadn't been that much blood, but there had been enough that Logan wasn't sure he'd ever get the image out of his mind.

[the_cop]

"You know," Ray said, coming up behind Logan to lean against the back of the couch, "that thing's going to rot your brain." He gave the kid's head a light tap, as if listening for a hollow sound.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan nearly jumped out of his skin at the touch, and then sighed a little when he realized it was just Ray.

"More worried about rotting my soul," he muttered.

[the_cop]

"Didn't think you had one of those," Ray teased. He knew a Logan sulk when he saw one, and sometimes it was just better to get the kid pissy instead of sad.

[echolls_cursed]

"Fuck you, Ray," Logan snapped, getting to his feet and turning to look at the older man. He had no idea how much Ray had seen or how much he knew, but that didn't stop him from being angry.

"You think this is a joke? This is my life. This is what's waiting for me when the island sends me home."

[chris_cutter]

Chris hadn't been watching long, but it was long enough to at least get some idea of what was going on. He'd witnessed Logan watching these things before, but it'd been awhile. A very long while, actually. To the point where Chris had almost forgotten about it entirely.

He couldn't imagine how bizarre it had to feel to watch yourself act out your past like that. Or maybe it was his future, Chris didn't know.

"Hey," he said finally once Logan turned off the projector, his voice quiet as he walked up behind him, laying a warm hand on Logan's shoulder.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan flinched under the touch, turning sharply in his seat, and relaxing slightly when he saw it was just Cutter.

"Hey," he said, quietly and simply.

His stomach was twisted up in knots, and in all honesty he thought he might be sick for a moment... But eventually his stomach settled and all that was left was the anger, pain, and shame. All the things he knew he was going to have to hide.

Sure, he'd saved the day, saved Veronica... But so many things had been lost.

[chris_cutter]

He pulled his hand back a little as Logan jumped, letting it hover over Logan's shoulder for a moment as their eyes met. It was easy to see the pain there, along with a mix of many other emotions Chris couldn't try to yet identify.

Looking up, he nodded at the dark projector screen, a frown lightly tugging on his lips. "That your future or your past?" he asked, his voice quiet and curios. Open, though. He doubted that Logan would tell him much, but he wanted to make him know that he could. That whatever it was, Chris was willing to listen.

[echolls_cursed]

There was a long drawn out moment of silence, but eventually Logan let out a short sigh and spoke up.

"Future. Near future, actually. It was graduation night, so it's only a few months after I got here. Maybe just a month even," he shrugged, trying to act as if it didn't bother him... like it didn't hurt.

"How much did you see?" he asked, glancing at Cutter curiously, still visibly unsure if he was willing to talk about it with the other man. Which was stupid, really stupid, seeing as how he knew Cutter wasn't going to judge him or go around telling everyone.

[callmeweevil]

I come in on the opening credits. I heard there's a show about us before, but it's one thing to know and another thing to see. I don't wanna let Echolls know I'm there, so I take a seat on the floor where I can see the TV. I'm nervous as fuck, can't tell if I'm gonna regret this or not, but figure if it's here it's prob'ly for a reason and I should take advantage of it. By the time we get to graduation, I'm already regrettin' it. And then I see the one thing that could really fuck me up, ruin whatever sense of peace I had at knowin' life went on back home

[echolls_cursed]

It took a moment for him to say anything, but Logan knew he wasn't alone after the projector flickered to a stop... And somehow he just knew who it was going to be.

"Always the voyeur, never enough balls to be an actual participant," Logan said, not making any move to turn and confirm his guess.

[callmeweevil]

I shake my head, too numb to bother comin' up with a smart-ass retort. "What's there to participate in?" I say, tryin' for scornful but just endin' up with tired. "That ain't my reality." And I don't wanna admit it's anyone else's either-- Dick's brother's or Mac's or my grandmother's or Logan's either. Nobody deserves the shit I just saw go down.

[echolls_cursed]

"Right, this is all fiction... It's all sunflowers and daises waiting for us back in Neptune," Logan muttered. "You seriously kill that guy?" he asked after a moment, turning to look at Weevil with obvious curiosity.

Cause truth be told, even though he hated the guy, he'd never thought of him as a killer. Sure, there'd been thirty minutes where he'd been pretty damn sure he was going to let one of his loco but lovable gang bangers shoot him, but he'd never figured Weevil would be the type to get blood on his own taco loving fingers.