Post by Sirius on Jul 2, 2014 20:39:35 GMT
(Whichever gang lord wants in on this go ahead and post here. Be warned, however, that this is the start of Logan's story arc. There's a rather large possibility that your gang lord character will be killed or at least critically injured as Logan "Betrays" You. But it's a compelling storyline that you know you'd be cool if you were a part of it ;<)
The world had all crumbled around him in a matter of minutes.
Just a little while before, he was with his three siblings. Three loving, caring siblings that meant the world to him. He did everything in his power to keep them safe, away from harm. He took care of them, all by his lonesome. Put food on the table, a roof over their head. He was their everything, and they were his everything.
And now, Logan Young was cooped up in a hospital bed. He was flat on his back, stiff as a board, his eyes only just fluttering open after he had seemingly passed out due to exhaustion and stress. For a split second, he wondered where he was. He wondered where his siblings were. Then, it all hit him like a freight train.
The explosion. Everybody screaming. Joey and Loretta in hospital beds next to him.
Marcus. He had let one of his own be not only harmed, but killed.
Tears trailed down his blackened face sullied with soot and dirt. He moved his arms to wipe the tears away, only to be met with a sharp, acute pain. They weren’t broken, but they were sore and bruised beyond belief. Slowly, he wiped his salty tears away, attempting to find his normal, strong poker face. Slowly but surely, he sat up, much to the pain of his lower back. No matter the pain, he did not want to be here anymore. In this place of death and suffering. Of grieving people. He let out an exasperated sigh and pulled all of the IV’s from his skin, stepping out of the bed and looking across from him.
As he struggled to stand erect, he looked towards the two small beds holding his two siblings. What Logan thought he would see was two children with dirt all over their bodies, and hair unkempt. Instead, he found that they were clean, their burns bandaged and taken care of, and their hair combed along with fresh clothes. Glancing down at himself, he realized that he, too, had fresh clothes. Logan began to wonder how long he had been out.
One of the many doctors walked through the opening flap of the tent. Once he saw that Logan was standing erect, his eyes widened for a moment, the two staring down each other before he finally spoke. “W…What are you doing up? You’re still injured!”
He did not hear a word that came out of the doctor’s mouth. He only walked closer, staring him down. “How long was I out?”
The doctor let down a gulp, staring up at Logan. “Logan , you really should-”
“How long…Was I…Out?”
He sighed. “…Five days.”
Logan blinked his eyes rapidly. Five days? How had he been incapacitated like that for five straight days? And why were they still in this tent? Why did he still hear people crying? The young male looked beside him towards his two little angels. They were no longer under surveillance. Just sleeping.
It didn’t matter what the doctor was saying to him in the background. He walked over to his siblings and tucked them under his arm. He lifted them up, despite the pain that was coursing through him. If he had been unconscious for five days, then these only had to be bruises. If they were broken bones, he would be in much more excruciating pain.
He continued to ignore the doctor, carrying the children back home.
***
The hospital bills were nothing. They were all paid for as help for the families who had sustained injuries. Him and his siblings being taken care of was nothing more than a bill for higher-ups. However, he did not want to have Marcus’ grave be alongside a graveyard of the people that died. He would celebrate the memorial with everyone else for emotional support, but he wanted his own private casket and headstone.
Unfortunately, things like that cost money. A lot of money. Something Logan did not necessarily have lying in his pockets at a moments notice.
Yet, he still wanted to do it. He still wanted to do it for his brother, who had been killed by his lack of adequate attention. To Logan, he was at fault. So there was only one way he could possibly get the money he needed. He had to get a loan. But with everybody in Respite’s Grotto being poor, there was only one type of person he could go to.
As he sat down in one of the rickety chairs, he began to ask himself what in the hell was he doing. Why was he doing this to himself, his family? The other side of his conscious told him to not back down now. He had to do this, for Marcus.
He would have to get a loan from a gang lord.