"Logen Ninefingers stands amidst the carnage, consumed by the Bloody-Nine in 'The Red Mist,' a First Law fan fiction by DARWIN."
Why The Red Mist Is the Ultimate Logen Ninefingers Fan Fiction
Welcome to The Red Mist, a dark and brutal Logen Ninefingers fan fiction inspired by Joe Abercrombie’s The First Lawseries. This tale dives deep into the chaos and carnage of battle, capturing the raw intensity and moral ambiguity of the Bloody-Nine. Fans of Logen Ninefingers will find this story a gripping exploration of survival, vengeance, and the razor-thin line between hero and monster.
Set within The First Law universe, The Red Mist adds depth to one of Abercrombie’s most iconic characters. Whether you’re a longtime fan or new to the world of the Bloody-Nine, this fan fiction offers a fresh and unforgettable look into the brutal legacy of Logen Ninefingers.
A First Law Story (D.A.R.W.I.N. Edition)
The wind sliced through the valley, sharp as any blade. It carried the scent of iron and wet earth, heavy with the promise of blood. Logen Ninefingers stood amidst the carnage, boots sinking into the muck of churned-up dirt and gore. Bodies lay scattered like broken toys, some still twitching, others very much done. His sword hung loose in his grip, its edge slick and dark.
“Still alive,” he muttered, though the words felt more like a condemnation than a triumph.
The fight had been bad. They were always bad, but this one felt worse. Bethod’s men had come hard, hammering into Logen’s band until it broke apart like a dam under too much water. Some of the boys had scattered, some had gone down, and Logen? He stood. He always stood.
“Logen!” came a shout. The Dogman was limping toward him, his face pale and tight with pain. His hand was pressed to a gash in his side, blood leaking between his fingers. “They’re regrouping! We’ve got to move!”
Logen didn’t answer straight away. His eyes drifted to the treeline, where shadows stirred and steel gleamed faintly. He could hear them—the steady clank of armor, the low growl of voices carried by the wind. Reinforcements.
“Go,” Logen said, his voice low and flat.
Dogman’s brow furrowed. “Not without you.”
“Go!” Logen barked, sharper now, his knuckles whitening around his sword.
The Dogman hesitated. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
Logen’s lips twisted into a faint smile, humorless and thin. “When have I ever done anything stupid?”
Dogman snorted, then shook his head and turned, limping toward the woods.
Logen watched him go, the shadows of the trees swallowing him whole. The sounds of the approaching soldiers grew louder, heavy boots pounding against frozen earth. Logen tightened his grip on the sword, his breath slowing.
And then it came.
The Red Mist
It started at the edges of his vision, creeping inward like a rising tide. The world blurred, turned crimson, and the noise fell away, replaced by the dull thud of his heartbeat. Each pulse echoed, slow and deliberate, like a drum summoning something ancient and violent.
The Bloody-Nine stirred.
The first soldier broke through the treeline, his axe raised high. Logen—or what remained of him—stepped forward, his sword rising in a smooth, almost lazy arc. The blade caught the man beneath the chin, slicing through bone and sinew. Blood sprayed in an arc, warm and sticky.
Another came from the left, a spear thrusting toward his ribs. The Bloody-Nine sidestepped, grabbing the shaft with one hand and yanking it forward. The soldier stumbled, and the sword came down, cleaving into his neck.
The red mist thickened, swallowing thought and reason. The Bloody-Nine moved like a force of nature, his sword a part of him, a second limb that sang through the air. The soldiers came, and they fell. One by one, they fell.
A laugh bubbled up from his throat, low and guttural. It grew louder, harsher, until it echoed across the valley, cutting through the dying screams.
The Bloody-Nine was laughing, and the world bled for it.
Aftermath
The mist began to lift, leaving a raw, jagged silence in its wake. Logen blinked, his vision sharpening. His hands ached, his sword felt heavier than it should, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.
The bodies were everywhere. Twenty, maybe more, sprawled in broken heaps. Blood pooled at his feet, soaking into the frozen ground.
“Logen?”
The voice came from behind him, soft and uncertain. He turned slowly, his muscles stiff and reluctant. The Dogman stood at the edge of the clearing, his face pale, his eyes wide.
“Did you…” The Dogman trailed off, his gaze flicking to the bodies. “Did you do this?”
Logen didn’t answer. What could he say?
Dogman stepped closer, his boots squelching in the mud. “They were running,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You know that, right? They weren’t coming for us. They were running.”
Logen’s chest tightened, but he said nothing. The Bloody-Nine was gone, retreating into the shadows of his mind, but the weight of what he’d done remained.
“Still alive,” he said at last, the words hollow and brittle.
Dogman stared at him for a long moment, then shook his head. “For now.”
The Firelight
They made it back to camp in silence. Grim and Tul glanced up as they arrived, their faces grim. They didn’t ask what had happened; they didn’t need to.
Logen sat by the fire, his sword across his knees. The flames licked at the darkness, casting long shadows that seemed to dance and twist like living things.
“What’s the difference,” Logen muttered to the flickering firelight, “between a man and a monster?”
The flames offered no answer.
The Dogman sat across from him, his eyes fixed on the fire, his face unreadable.
“You can’t keep doing this,” the Dogman said quietly.
Logen didn’t look up. “Don’t have much choice.”
“There’s always a choice.”
Logen chuckled, a low, bitter sound. “Not for me.”
The silence stretched between them, heavy with words unspoken. Logen leaned back, his eyes drifting to the stars. He was still alive. For now. But for how much longer?
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External Resources
- Purchase “The First Law” Trilogy on Amazon: Get the complete trilogy and immerse yourself in Abercrombie’s gritty and unpredictable world.
- First Law Wiki: Explore a detailed compendium of characters, locations, and lore from the series.
- Joe Abercrombie’s Official Website: Stay updated with news, insights, and the latest works from the creator of “The First Law.”
