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[Isabella Knox]

I close my eyes, trying to stay calm as he rests the blade against my neck. "Are you going to kill me?" I ask, emotionless.

[Logan Andrews]

"Not just like this. That would be an insult."

[Isabella Knox]

"Wow, more and more like Heightington."

[Logan Andrews]

"Hmm...well at least he can get things done, I suppose. None of the Oh my God...someone just died! thing. So weak. Kind of like you; so so weak." I say, turning the knife round so the sharp edge was against her neck.

[Isabella Knox]

"Really? I think you're the pathetic, weak one here." I mutter. Swallowing hard as i feel him turn the knife around on my neck.

[Logan Andrews]

"Oh no. No, no, no. You'd be wrong. Dead wrong. Haha, dead wrong. I love that. The irony never get's old. Funny." I say, not laughing, pushing the knife ever so slightly against her skin so a very shallow cut opened.

[Isabella Knox]

I close my eyes again tightly. Trying to ignore the pain. "You say things are funny, yet you never laugh."

[Logan Andrews]

"I laugh when things are hilarious. And I find very few things hilarious."

[Isabella Knox]

"And what sick, twisted things do you find hilarious?"

[Logan Andrews]

"Hmm...thinking...oh you make me think...I find ChrisChrisIan hilarious. When he loses his temper...oh yep yep. And he yells at me, lot's of bad bad things he yells at me and I laugh and he gets madder. And that loud cracky snappy breaky sound that his spine made...when I broke it that was funny. And that flicker of panic when he realised his legs wouldn't move anymore...oh yep yep, funny. Hmm...what else? Oh pretty pretty Erin...she was funny. She used to cry and cry and cry. She said my name funny, Lowwwgun... Funny funny funny. Do you know, she cried all night every night for three weeks? Uh-huh. That was when Logan killed little baby Ian/Erin then took Erin away from Ian. Yep yep. Cried all the time. That was funny. Yep. And I laughed...oh I laughed. Then pretty pretty Erin splattered herself all over the ground. And now there's pretty pretty MarilynMadeline...oh she's funny too. When she makes that funny little gasping sound when you carve patterns into her skin. Funny funny funny."

[Isabella Knox]

"You make me sick." I spit. "Just like Heightington. You're both the same. Both worthless pieces of scum that should be gotten rid of in the worst ways possible." I say in a disgusted voice, trying not to think of what he had done to my friends. But getting angrier but the minute.

[Logan Andrews]

"Hmm...thank you for your expert advice. Sound like MarilynMadeline...but she tells me I'm a good guy deep down. She's funny. Yep yep. I bet that's what she told ChrisChris...that's why he refuses to come home." I frown at the thought, "Oh dear. That's not funny. I don't like Marilyn much anyway. I look forward to killing her. Hmm...won't kill you thought sweetheart. No way no how. Nope."

[Isabella Knox]

"Oh really, what's stopping you from killing me?" I hiss. "Why kill her and not kill me?"
You're not going near here again though, no way am i going to let anymore of my friends die in the hands of deatheaters.

[Logan Andrews]

"Because if I kill her..." I smirk, "Oh hmm...yep yep...if I kill her ChrisChris will go insane. Might push him over the edge. Oh, that would be funny. Might splatter all over the ground like pretty pretty Erin. Maybe slit his wrist wiiiiide open again. But this time no Prewett to heal them up for him like last time. Nope. That would be funny." I say, still not laughing, "But I really have no reason to kill you. In fact, after the way things have been going for you lately, might be a mercy. Hmm...yep yep. And I have no concept of mercy."

[Isabella Knox]

"Is this some kind of game for you? That you choose the players for. Are we you're puppets or something? So you can get rid of us whenever you want. Our reward for winning the game is surviving? You're disgusting."

[Logan Andrews]

"Aww...thanks sweetheart." I smirk, lips brushing her ear lightly, "You're a smart one. Already worked out the rules."

[Isabella Knox]

"I may look blonde, but i'm not stupid, and don't call me sweetheart." I say angrily.

[Logan Andrews]

"That's what Marilyn says." I smirk, lips brushing against her cheek, along her jawbone and down her neck, "And I'll call you what I want."

[Isabella Knox]

I close my eyes tightly, trying to ignore him. "Please stop." I mumble helplessly.

[Logan Andrews]

"Please? Aww...so sweet. Please." I smirk.

[Isabella Knox]

"Well i've learnt i'm going to have to be polite to you, don't i?" I sneer.

[Logan Andrews]

"Oh yes, very clever. Very clever girl." I smirk.

[Isabella Knox]

"Well i'm being polite, what else do you want from me?" I ask, trying to keep my voice level.

[Logan Andrews]

"We'll see about that, won't we?" I smirk, lips brushing lower over her neck and to the very top of her chest.

[Isabella Knox]

"Please stop." I say again in a whisper, further tears sliently rolling down my cheeks.

[Logan Andrews]

I pause a moment, hand snaking round her waist flicking idly at the buttons of her shirt, "That sounds familiar." I smirk.

[Isabella Knox]

I bite my lip hard, trying to resist from throwing abuse at him right there and then, knowing it would just make things a whole lot worse.

[Logan Andrews]

I smirk, then push her away from me to the floor, "I wouldn't soil myself with a blood traitor like you."

[Isabella Knox]

I hit the floor hard, but don't hesitate before scrambling to my feet, stepping back away from him, wincing in pain from all the places he'd cut me. "Do you think i'd i'd want someone like you anywhere near me?" I spit.

[Logan Andrews]

"Someone like me? Someone like me-...oh, that hurts."