Virgil's (pov)I don't know how to react to what happened I'm on the floor back up against a light post at eleven 'O' clock at night.
~Flashback~
I- I just saw Logic. He's actually real! I start running screaming my lungs out for help to the point where they for feel as if there are on fire, my hoodie flying up behind me. That's when I feel something push me to the ground. He holds me down so I can't move as tears roll down my cheeks "Please Let me go! I didn't do anything please Logic!" I wait for something, anything to hit me a blade, a gun but he leans down to my face. I close my eyes waiting for death "I'm not the bad guy here." Wait what? His voice it sounds so familiar. Comforting even. "I'm not insane. Just mentally." He pauses for a second as if thinking of what to say "strange." He then gets up. Wait he's letting me go? I haven't heard of any victims that got away from him alive. "Goodbye Virgil." WAIT WHAT! He knows my name?! How? Do I know him in daily life? I hear footsteps run off.
~small flashback~I'm currently walking home not really knowing what to think. Do I call the police? Do I check to see if the other guys alive? If so should I call an ambulance? It's all so confusing. He sounded kind. He didn't sound like an insane murderer. Maybe Patton and Logan's right. Maybe he isn't insane. I'll have to think about it in the morning.
So. It's currently eight thirty so half an hour till my first class. I was walking down the halls to my locker not sure if the police found the body yet or not. Ultimately, I decided not to call the police. Why? Well I don't know. Logic just seemed so, so familiar. I go to open my locker when I suddenly get shoved into it. "Watch it emo before you get a good pounding." I nod weakly looking down at my shoes "Awww your gonna cry?" He asks in a mocking tone. "Hey babe!" I lift up my head to see Logan running towards us. "Sorry to keep you waiting. These guys bothering you?" He asks putting an arm arm around my shoulders. I go bright red at our closeness. "Go with it." He whispers in my ear. It sounded similar to..........to Logic. There's no way though. Right? But Logic did know my name. "Oh What's this? The emo's found a bodyguard. The nerd of all people." Logan just smirks "I prefer the term intellectual badass." The bully throws a punch at Logan who catches his hand as if it was nothing but paper being thrown at him. "Nice try." Logan lets go of the bully's hand "This has been fun but" the bell goes off as if on cue "we'll be going now." With that we walk off.
Once out of sight Logan removes his arm. "Apologies for that." I shake my head "It's fine. Thanks by the way." We Go our separate ways with small goodbyes. But I can barely focus in art which is usually my favourite class. Logan and Logic seemed so similar. From how he caught that punch to how he talked in such a hushed voice. But it's not possible. Logic has been killing for at least a solid year. Meaning he's been killing since he was sixteen. He wouldn't do that. Would he? After all he just helped me. Although logic himself said he wasn't the bad guy. God I'm confusing myself with my own theory! I can't ask him up front can I? What would I even say 'Hey I think your serial killer! I won't tell anyone if you are!' I sigh giving up. Well fuck my life.
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Serial Killer (Analogical)
FanfictionVirgil was a shy boy who loathed high school more than anyone else. He either got bullied or ignored occasionally shoved but nothing more. He hated his life. But when he meets Logan he doesn't know whether to hate or love it more. Logan was the new...