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Struck By Thunder
Chapter Two; Just A Dream?
Logan's eyes flickered open for a moment, the crystal blue sky painting the scenery picturesque whilst a bright, yellow orb perched perfectly on the canvas, its rays beaming down. A surge of pain flashed behind his eyes, a throbbing sensation tap-dancing on his skull. It was as if he had just been hit by a truck or had the worst possible hangover in the world. Either way, Logan didn't fell too good.
His hands moved outwards, his fingertips brushing against the damp blades of grass and sticky mud. It was crazy to think that just seconds ago, a heavy downpour and mist covered the entire area in which he now laid. Better yet, where the lightning bolt had thrown him. With weaks hands Logan hoisted himself onto his elbows, groaning. In the distance, quite a few metres away was the tree. It looked perfect, as if it had never been touched.
Logan furrowed his eyebrows, bringing one of his palms to his face. Lightly, he ran a finger across it, feeling the sharp burning pain. His hands were pretty red, flesh peeling away, yet, the tree looked undamaged and perfect.
"Fuck.." Logan groaned, pulling his heavy body to his feet.
He turned around, noticing the field stretching out for ages, his car sat neatly against the side of the road. Confusion spread across his face as he staggered forward, his legs almost like gelatin. Each step was harder to take than the other. If he didn't know it, it was like he had been thrown into another world.
Soon enough, Logan reached his car. His hand shuffled in his pocket for the keys, bringing them forth and unlocking the car. He climbed in, swallowing the burning pain on his hands as he gripped the steering wheel. The car purred to life, before he started it off. He had a rough idea of where he was. But for now, he'd take the longest way home. He definitely wasn't going back to school, not after what that jock done.
Logan needed some time to breath and wrap his head around things.
He couldn't believe it. He had just managed to survive being hit by lightning. In his genius mind, he worked out that the tree must have took most of the voltage, only slightly electrocting. Well, enough to launch him a few metres away from the lightning rod. He shuffled against the back of his seat, his back feeling like it's been ripped to shreads. He picked up on the faint smell of burning flesh, realising that his back might be burned as well.
He pulled over at his house, closing his eyes ashe gripped onto the steering wheel, allowing the pain to smother his body until it finally went numb. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he pulled his hands from the steering wheel, noticing that they were still bright red, small blisters forming.
Slowly but surely, he opened the car door, climbing out. His house came into sight, the towering building looker a lot larger and bigger than before.
"What the..?" Logan breathed, cocking an eyebrow.
His house had changed. He didn't know whether he was at the wrong address or his mind was playing tricks on him. Either way, it was his house, but a lot larger, almost like a miniature mansion. He was about to climb into his car and try again, when something caught his eye. His mother's car. That pretty much sealed the deal. This was his house, apparently.
Puttering across the grass, something stirred inside Logan. He couldn't put a finger on it, but something definitely felt different.. Odd. A strange thunderstorm, being hit by a bolt but not dying and then finding your house even larger? It was too much to take in all at once, even for the genius like Logan.
Gently, he tapped on the oak door, hearing many footsteps behind it, all scurrying around like mice. Then, it began to creak as a shadow appeared underneath the doorframe, the large door pulling open, revealing Logan's dad.
"Logan!" Mr. Mitchell cried, wrapping his son up in a hug.
Logan hissed as his dad's hands grabbed onto his back, the seering pain resurfacing. "Hi, dad."
"You're in pain, aren't you?" Mr. Mitchell said rather sternly, pulling away. "No worries, Francis can fix that up."
"Francis? Who's Francis?" Logan asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Now now Logan," Mr. Mitchell shook his head. "You know full well who Francis is, after all, he is your father."
Logan's eyes bulged at the words. "Father? Wait, what the fuck! Aren't you my father?"
Mr. Mitchell looked at his son in a puzzled way, almost as if he couldn't believe what Logan was saying. He pushed on a gentle smile, before placing a hand on his son's shoulders. "Do we have to have this talk again?"
"What talk?" Logan stiffened.
"The breeding talk." Mr. Mitchell confirmed.
"What?" Logan replied in disbelief. "You are seriously confusing me.."
Mr. Mitchell sighed, closing his eyes as if in attempt to stop them from rolling. He re-opened them, accompanied by a winning smile as he pulled his son into the big house that seemed so hollow and empty.
"Guess we have too.. This must be, what, the third time now? Logan, they teach you this stuff at school. You should know it full well." Mr. Mitchell said, pushing his son through a door and onto a large, violet coloured couch that seemed almost futuristic.
Logan just stared at his dad, before turning to absorb the room. It was decorated in shades of different purple, a mix between lavender and lilac. Then, he eyed his father, noticing the man that normally stuck to shirt and trousers, was wearing tight-fitting clothes and leather pants, making him look extremely homosexual.
"What are you weari-" Logan started, before Mr. Mitchell interrupted him and sat down.
"Usually, Francis is the one to do these talks. But this once, since he took James when he needed the talk, I'll do the talk for you, again," Mr. Mitchell smiled, putting a finger on Logan's lips as the boy was about to ask who James was. "Now, when a man and a man or a woman and a woman love each other, they get married and live together. But for the world to continue, you need to breed. In many circumstances, the man donates his sperm to a woman so that she can become pregnant.. When the, err, baby is born, it has 2 fathers and 2 mothers. A biological mother and father, and then a step-father and step-mother, but the majority of babies are raised with just one set of same gender parents. Either the fathers or the mothers, depending on who wants children and who doesn't. Some people even have kids whilst they're single."
Logan let out an awkward laugh. "Is this some sort of joke? Are you actually kidding me?"
Logan went to stand up, when he felt a hand placed on his shoulder. He turned around, noticing a rather tanned man behind him, dressed far too similar to Mr. Mitchell for Logan's liking.
"Take it you're Francis?" Logan said sarcastically, raising another eyebrow.
"Son, what's gotten into you?" Francis replied, pushing Logan back onto the couch. Francis and Mr. Mitchell moved closer, trapping the brunette between them. Each passed a smile, before turning to a more than uncomfortable Logan.
"He needs the 'breeder' talk again." Mr. Mitchell confirmed.
"No, no I do not!" Logan argued his case, getting defensive.
In his mind, this wasn't happening. It was just a dream. Or maybe, this was his limbo. Maybe, when the lightning bolt hit the tree that shocked him, maybe he did die. Maybe this is the heaven that Logan had heard about from the ever-annoying Brianna when she mentioned that he'd never see it, seeing as he was destined for hell.
"Then what?" Francis asked. "I mean, you know the story by now Logan. Man and woman date their own gender. To keep the future generations happening, they mix together by donating semen to impregnate the woman. Then, either the male couple or the female couple look after the baby."
Logan just shook his head, slowly dropping it into his hands.
"This isn't happening. It's a dream or I'm dead. Yeah, when I wake up, I'll be back in reality or dead. Something, fuck, I don't know.." Logan mumbled into his hands.
Francis and Mr. Mitchell passed confused looks, til a spark went off in Francis' head.
"How about we get James to talk to him about it? They are brothers, after all." Francis suggested.
That got Logan's attention. Instantly, his head jerked up, his eyes almost out of their sockets.
"Brother? You're kidding.." Logan complained.
But he wasn't. Soon enough, Francis shouted for James, who quickly appeared. He was a good looking boy, a brunette side fringe sweeped across his face gently, sparkling blue eyes piercing through, a slight twinkle to them. If Logan didn't know any better, he would have thought he had seen James somewhere before.
Then, like before, another train of understanding hit him. Harder than before.
"You!" Logan shouted, standing to his feet. "You're James Diamond, that drama boy at my school!"
James looked confused, passing the look to Francis and Mr. Mitchell, before looking at Logan. "Yeah.. I'm also your brother, but y'know, whatever floats your boat.."
"James, darling, can you please inform Logan of how breeding works?" Francis asked his son.
"Sure.." James replied.
"NO!" Logan shook his head. "I do not need another talk about breeding. I get it, I just don't believe it."
"What's not to believe?" Mr. Mitchell asked his son.
Logan shot his dad an angry glare, before rushing out of the living room and up the stairs. He couldn't make sense of it all. He had two fathers, one clearly being James' dad, and apparently, James was his brother. Nothing made sense. I mean, where the hell was Logan's mother? He reached the landing, seeing a door that was painted a faint lilac colour. It looked odd, almost as if it was a girl's room. But a feeling inside Logan drew him in, almost like telepathy. He knew it was his room.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he opened the door, bracing himself for the worst. Then, another wave of confirmation hit him. The room, like the rest of the house apparently, was decorated in an array of lilacs and lavender. There was two beds, on either side of the room, both accompanied by a table and lamp. One bed was next to the window, whilst the other sat on the other side of the room against the room.
Shaking, Logan sat down on the nearest bed, throwing his head into his burning hands, a hiss of pain choking from his throat.
This couldn't be real. None of it could. A lightning bolt does not send you to another universe. It was either a cruel prank, a hideous dream or possibly even death. Despite being a genius, Logan couldn't pick a rational answer, mainly because he was a man of science and things like another realm isn't true, let alone been proven.
A small knock was hit against the wall, Logan looking up to meet James. He shot Logan a goofy grin, moving carefully into the room.
"You're on my bed, y'know. Yours is by the window.." James murmured. "What's up? What's gotten into you?"
Logan just shook his head in annoyance. It was a dream. A dream where in a minute, he'll wake up. Squeezing his eyes tight, Logan imagined his real life, the life he was supposed to lead. The bullying, the friends, the overwhelming parents and having no siblings. A town hating you.
Another wave of pain rushed through his body as James slapped his hands, snapping him back in reality. This dream was almost too real. Even the pain felt real.
"Whatcha do? Shove your hand in a fire?" James laughed, checking out the damage. "Dude, go let dad check it out."
"Which one?" Logan scoffed.
"Or go get your mom or my mom?" James suggested, raising his eyebrows.
"Your mom or my mom?" Logan repeated.
"Yeah," James retorted, making it sound as if the most obvious thing in the world. "My mom is probably at work. But I mean, your mom is probably home."
"I don't understand this.." Logan groaned, rubbing his fingertips in circles on his temple, the pounding behind his eyes increasing.
"What's to understand?" James asked. "My mom and your mom are together. My dad and your dad are together. Logan, it's always been like this and we've gotten on fine.."
"So we're not biologically related?" Logan asked.
James scoffed, shaking his head. "Duh. Dude, you're supposed to be the smart one. We're step-brothers in reality, but we've never treated each other like it. From babies to now. Plus, it's kinda creepy to imagine our dads mixing their semen together to try and produ-"
"Shut it!" Logan interjected. "I get the picture.."
An hour or two went by, Logan questioning James as much as possible as to what everything actually was. James didn't believe it at first, but didn't question him. Logan just simply pretended that he must have hit his head or something, seeing as he couldn't remember the past day. Soon though, he found himself finding everything out. That in this world, man and woman marry and date people of their own gender. That 'breeding' was something more of an official decision between couples to ensure the next generation.
Apparently, Francis Diamond and Logan's dad got together and then met a female couple who were looking to have tons of children. Unlike other couples though, Logan's parents lived in the same house as each other, explaining why it was so large. Francis, Mr. Mitchell, James and Logan lived on one side of the house, whilst the women and the other kids lived on the other side of the house, sharing a big family dinner every night in the middle section, where the kitchen and dining room were contained.
"Siblings?" Logan croaked, almost not sure of himself. He wanted James to believe him that the hit to the head had only done damage to make him forget a day, not his apparent life. He had to sound believable.
"Yeah," James nodded with a smirk. "More biologically related and step-siblings."
"This is confusing.." Logan complained once more.
"Everything will come back to you when you've had some sleep." James smiled.
Evening soon dawned, a colourful sky smothering the world. The gay universe, Logan had dubbed in his mind. Really, Logan wasn't too thrilled in meeting his family. Luckily though, once the night was over and he could sleep, he might wake up. Heck, in any moment, this would all disappear and he'll wake up in a field. Or dead. He still didn't know what happened to him.
"C'mon, I bet dinner will be ready." James said with a smile, getting from his seat.
Logan nodded, getting up to follow James. He still couldn't believe any of it. But luckily, dreams end sooner or later. In his mind, he decided to just live it out until it was over. Plus, it'd be nice to live in normality rather than being consider a freak.
James lead Logan through the house, into the middle compartment. In the centre was a large, oak dining table with around 10 chairs spread around it. Logan passed James an uneasy look, gaining a slap on the back from the taller boy, only causing Logan to hiss in pain once again. He hadn't checked his back, but he knew it must be damaged.
Francis and Mr. Mitchell soon appeared, taking their seats, ushering James and Logan over to sit with them. Instinctively, James complied, sitting next to his own father whilst Logan followed the taller boy awkwardly. He pulled the chair out, taking a seat. He waited for a moment, watching a few housekeepers bringing in the trays of food that seemed massive like mountains. Then, almost as if on cue, his other 'family' started to pour in.
A girl, with dark brown hair and a tanned complexion was the first to make an entrance. She definitely had to share James' genes. She passed a warm smile, before sitting opposite Logan. She must have only been a few years younger, seeing as she definitely looked a teenager, possibly around 15. Following her were two twin boys, both with a lighter, more pale complexion and lighter hair. Instantly, Logan could see that they must be more related to him, seeing as they looked just like he was when he was younger.
"Francis, Julian!" a woman cheered as she walked into the room, carrying a small toddler dressed in a black dress. She was definitely a girl, although she didn't have much hair. Logan guessed that must be James' mother, because it definitely wasn't his.
"Brooke," Francis smiled. "Is Joanna running late?"
"Oh no, she'll be in in a second. She's just cleaning up after Daisy here. Apparently, she didn't like her lunch earlier, seeing as our couch is now wearing it." Brooke teased.
Brooke proceeded to baby at Daisy, before putting her into a seat. Francis and Julian smiled and chatted to Brooke, whilst the kids seemed to endeavour in their own chit-chat. James stayed oblivious to it all, completely engrossed in the reflection that his silver fork was showing. From all the conversation, he managed to work out the other kids names, well, his 'siblings'. The girl was called Elizabeth and apparently, was not happy about living with boys. Whereas the twins, Dalton and Xavier, weren't to pleased living with an 'icky' girl.
After a moment, Joanna appeared, smiling at Logan in particular.
A warm, fuzzy feeling smothered him as he smiled back. He missed his mom already. This woman was apparently her, although, she seemed nicer. Mom back at home wasn't all that accepting of Logan being gay, but at the end of the day, dealt with it for the sake of her son. Obviously this mom wouldn't have a problem, seeing as gay was apparently the norm.
Dinner flew by, and Logan found himself actually having fun. He joked with James, politely talked to his mom and Brooke, played a small game across the table with the twins, had a gossip with Elizabeth and even held Daisy for a small moment before she was sick, Logan narrowly avoiding it.
His 'family' was like a bunch of misfits, but in a sense, seemed to be a unit. A strong, solid unit.
Logan climbed the stairs, following James. He watched as the product-obsessed boy went and smothered his face in an array of Cuda products, leaving a mask on as he climbed into bed and clapped the lights off.
Logan looked out the window at the stars, taking the sight and the day in. His hands still stung like a bitch and his back was only slowly getting better, but now, when he'll wake up, he'll be home again in a world that does nothing but hate on him. Whilst a part of him wanted to be there, the majority of him was loving his new home, his new family and his new life, a life of acceptance. His eyelids soon grew heavy, closing until he fell into a peaceful slumber.
Meet the crazy concoction that is the Mitchell-Diamond household. It's really confusing, so, pay attention. Neither Brooke or Joanna are Mitchell or Diamond. Both are something completely different. Logan is a Mitchell and James is a Diamond, because of their biological fathers. The other kids, well, they are the same as their biological moms. If anyone got confused, this is the list.
Elizabeth and Daisy are related to James. Dalton and Xavier are related to Logan, biologically speaking.