He yelped as he was yanked to his feet, black and red blotching his vision as for a moment he found himself unsteady on his feet. Her apology almost went unheard, though when he caught it it sent his mind into a frenzy. Why would she apologize? Didn't she just have every right to do that? Did he not deserve it in her mind? She confused him.

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Vivian sighed as he took the meds and tried ot smile at him but jsut couldnt manage it, so she jsut turned aorund and picked up her bag thorwing it over her shoulder before kneeling beside him and reaching to help him get to his feet before she paused for a second, muttering under her breath hoping her wouldn't hear her. "Only i am crazy enough to help someone whos jsut going to kill me later" she mumbled yanking him up as she hissed an apology for the ruffness as she helped him walk along, she had a place in mind hse could take him.. she jsut hope it would be the right place.

He coughed as she moved him to a sitting position, slumped as she offered him the pain killers, swallowing them with a groan as a look of distaste crossed over his visible features...his eyes. His eyes were all but what could be seen. He was surprised thegirl had not taken the mask from him, left him there for death to take, or the cops. She was helping him. He couldn't imagine why she would as he nodded meekly,scared. She was like his master was now: she had the position of power. She called the shots. If she wanted him to die there would be nothing he could do to stop her.

Watching him she waited for an answer and just as she started to think he was to out of it to answer her, he shook his head and her heart sank. well now what was she to do? she could take him to a hosp-, NO! her mind screamed at her as she realized again who he was. If she took him there he would be thrown in jail.. and as much as she knew that was what she should do she couldn't bring herself to do it too him, she just couldn't.

Sighing she gently moved to help him sit up as she reached out and grabbed a bottle from the bag she had dropped fishing atound she found some Tylenol and with shaking hands she held 4 out to him as well as a bottle of water. "Well, take these th-then and I gu-ess.. I'll have to find somewhere to put you so you won't be found, We- We both know th-that wouldn't be good f-f-for you" she stammered refusing to look him in the face, truly terrified of helping him, she knew she would without question.. she was just scared of the outcome.

She was terrified of giving him more reason to kill her, she had seen him the terrifying Black Knight at his weakest.. He was going to slaughter her for sure and she knew she deserved it... she was just scared of what would happen to Caria once she was gone. She really didn't know and that terrified her.

Why was she helping him?

He would have killed her before she said those words, but now...now he didn't know, now the Black Knight, or rather more properly at that moment simply Logan, did not know what to believe as his head was lighted into her lap and his eyes snapped shut against pain in it's varying forms.

He was a killer, trained by brutal force to cut down any in his way. He had already ended so many lives...how did he even live with that? He pushed it away, that's how. He became a monster, for a human would not be able to live with the blood he had seen, never the less from a young age. He could never get the approval of his master, the closest thing Logan had to a parent figure in his life, it was merely a gruff, "do better next time," before the man left him standing there, confused before falling asleep on the floor in the corner of the apartment.

There were the times of failure, in which he was slugged, left bruised or often bleeding in that same corner after facing the wrath of his master's anger, the man made it clear to Logan such things would not be tolerated.

And yet he so badly wanted to be praised by the man, to make the man proud.

The girl...she was still there, asking if there was anyone she could take him to. He didn't know. He did knot know his master's name, nor the number or adress of the apartment they stayed in, he went off of memory where his difficulties with reading failed him. Even if he could...no! He couldn't go back to master like this...he would take it as failure, the man wouldn't like that, not at all. Fear encased Logan at the very thought as his breath quickened in his panic, muscles remembering each beating as he shook his head hesitantly.

Why was she helping him?

He was a killer...nothing better than a monster.

Vivian watched him and her eyes widened in shock as she studied his expression he looked... lost? What was going on here? All people said of this man was his coldness yet hete he was looking almost... sorry? What was going on?

All of a sudden all her thoguhts froze as she watched him let her go, and as she fell all she ask her self was what is he doing? As she watched him tryong to getbback her breath she flinched as he screamed and he whole world froze as he fell.

What do i do!? She asked herself she should just leave him here.. it would serve him right to die here after all he uad done but.. she knew she couldnt for some reason sje couldnt leave him here she had to save him.

She took his head and gently placed it in her lap and leaning over him sue examined his leg wincing at the deep wound. "your not dying here black knight i wont let you." She promised as she ripped her shirt into shreds shivrring as the cold hit her.

Wrapping the strips around his leg looked down at him. "is there anyone i can take you too?" She asked sadly suddenly vety un sure of herself. Why was she helping him? She knew the asnwer she could never just watch him die but.. when he came too he was just going to kill her.

She was nothing, a thief. A monster. Scum.

I'm sorry you have to do this.

It took his breath away, the very statement leaving a crack in the male's mask of indifference, leaving behind the fear, sorrow and frustration that had become his life at the young age of eight. Behind the hardened mask was just a boy, a young man knowing nothing but how to kill or die trying. Death was not an option for him.

Fear lay in his eyes from the blood, screams, fire and each face of a man, woman or child he slaughtered. He had no choice...right? He was forced to this life, he never asked for it.

Why did she have to say that? Her very words mixed along with words of other victims, warring against the lectures from his master as his head pounded and blood pumped in his ears.

It was all too much for one seventeen-year-old.

"Shut up!" The cry was stricken with pain and fear, not veered towards the girl he had held before dropping her, holding his head, but everything, the very voices that raged in his mind as his throat constricted. He didn't know what to do, who was he supposed to listen to?

He felt...sick. Light headed as the world swam before him, crimson staining his thigh in the deepest red as what he thought to be a scratch was deeper than his first observation, leaving the male to collapse as he was taken over by a cold sweat.

Vivian stared at him and shrieked as he came tward her. But she didnt run. No she disnt bc she knee that he would catch her and he had. So she just sat there scared out of het wits as held the knife to her throat and while she wanted so basly to scream she couldnt.

As she sat there his knife at her throat for what felt like hourse which was only a few seconds she knew there was so much she wanted to say but knew it wouldnt matter either way. He was going to kill her and niothing sue could say would change that and as she watched him all of a sudden she realized something.

She wasnt scared of him, all she felt right now was pitt for him pitty he has seen so much death, pity he has to do this. Pitt for everything he was. It scared her she felt bad for him but it didnt change that she did amd when he asked if she had any last wrods the truth slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it.

"Yes.." she gulped looking him straight in the eyes. "I'm sorry you have to do this. She said softly realizing it was truem she felt sorry her blood would be on his hands she truly did surely this was not normal for a teenage girl but she couldnt bri.g herself to care.@l

He was a cold blooded killer.

A cold blooded killer that simply could not be stopped. The simple noise had him turned around in a flash, cerulean eyes narrowed dangerously as he stepped forward, then lunged. It didn't take much, experience and training had him holding the girl easily, tossing her against the wall as he gripped the hilt of his knife.

"Any last words before I end your meaningless life?"

It was the slow hiss, he could feel pain welling up from his thigh, pain he simply ignored. He could take it for now. His master would disapprove if he let one fish away simply from a small scratch. It was his duty, his destiny, he had to do this.

He could not think of his past. He could not think of so many people that would disapprove of his actions now, what he did each night. He could not think of the men and women he had already killed. He would not think of the blood. If he thought of these things he would fail.

If he thought of these things he would leave himself vulnerable.