Right before Logan's wife, Amber, the love of his life, was killed (this was when Harper was 20. So seven years ago. And in this chapter Logan is 23).
"Please let us go!" Amber said in sobs. Afraid of what will happen to her and her husband.
"Nah, but today one of you will die." Said the King.
"Which one, which one? Which will kill the other?" The King said to crowd.
"The man should kill the woman!" Most of them said.
"Very well then." The King said while picking up a knife. And handed it to Logan.
Logan's first instinct was to take it and jab it through the King's chest. But then he knew he would be dead with in an instant.
"Well then?" Said the King.
"Logan...I love you, just do it quick..." Amber whispered to him, with a single tear rolling down her face. Amber had long ago already accepted her death but didn't ever know when it was going to be time. Now was the time, and she excepted it.
"I love you..." Logan said as bringing her in what seemed like a hug but was actually a knife she was taking to the gut.
And just like that she dropped dead at the hands of Logan. His hands felt shaky.
"And meet your new heartless Chief, Leaders!" The King yelled to the crowd of 'em. And all through this Logan didn't cry. Not one tear was shed from his eyes. He felt like crying, but he knew men didn't cry, especially in front of so many people.
What have I just done, Logan thought. He did the unimaginable. What had he just become? A monster that doesn't have a heart. Why was it him and his wife selected to be a part of their gang? That's something he'll never know.
Overtime time he accepted his role, and learned quickly. He forgot about the past and focused on the present. He became a killer.