Hey, it's us with another update! Chapter 2! We didn't originally think we'd be writing this story so fast, but we've both found it's so easy to write and we're loving it. We'll try to update on a regular basis like this for all the chapters. We think you're going to like this one though, it's got a twist at the end! But, don't skip to the bottom first! Read it all for the full effect :)

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Kendall's hands nervously ran up and down his bare arms, trying to create a slight friction to warm the skin from the chilly Minnesotan air surrounding him and his two closest friends. James Diamond and Carlos Garcia watched on, worry in their expressive eyes as thick, silvery rivers flowed down Kendall's flushed cheeks; his breath hiccupped every now and again as he tried to explain what had happened.
"Logie, h-his Grandparents," Kendall stuttered out, breath hitching between sobs. It had only been an hour or so since Logan had literally been ripped from his grasp. "T-they just took him! They said they're his guardians now, t-they're sending him away guys! What if we never see him again?" Kendall squinted his eyes shut, letting his chin drop to his chest as he wrapped his arms around his own stomach, willing the ache in his chest to fade away.
Carlos looked at him, tears welling in his own brown eyes at seeing their usually strong leader break down in front of them. "It'll be alright, Ken!" He tried to reassure, although his own voice was wavering. "Logan will come back to us soon enough, he's too strong to allow them to break him!"
Kendall prayed that was true.

Logan sat staring out of the window as they drove along empty roads. They had been travelling for at least 2 hours and all Logan could think of that this meant he was getting further and further away from his friends and family and Kendall. Kendall. No doubt he would be any better than Logan himself, long since cried himself out of tears and remaining silent the entire journey. His grandparents had tried to talk to him at first, telling him that they were right, that where he was going would sort him out and make him realise that this was not how he should be. Gay. Why couldn't they just say it? It was like it was some forbidden word. What was so wrong with it in the first place? His thoughts stopped abruptly as they pulled up to a big, stone building with barely any windows. They went through three sets of gates before stopping in front of the brown doors. A plaque outside stated what the place was called and what it was there to do. "Holy Christ Reform Centre" it read "Where the damaged are healed". Damaged? Logan knew that they didn't mean injured. He was definitely sure of one thing though. He didn't like this one bit.

He felt his grandmother's hand on his shoulder, pushing him through the large doors ahead with a reassuring smile planted upon her withered face. Logan dug his heels into the dirt below him, refusing to get closer to the place.
"Logan, honey, you have to go in, and this will make you better." Her shrill voice attempted to ease him into agreeing, placing a little force into her touch on his shoulders, one of which still ached horribly from his grandfathers tugs, those tugs that had dragged him away from his beloved.
"There's nothing to make better, I'm not broken, and I'm not damaged. Why can't you see that, Grandma? I won't be happy here." He felt his eyes prick again with salty tears, but refused to let them drop. He was trying to prove a point to his stubborn grandparents, not show yet more weakness towards them.
John stepped forwards, pulling his wife's hands from Logan's shoulders and replacing them with a tight, firm grip. Although John loved his grandson and just wished the best for him, he did not loosen his grip when the poor genius flinched, hot pain flooding his probably bruised shoulder.
"Logan, you're going in there whether you like it or not, you just have to accept it, and allow us to help you. Do you understand me? You have no say in the matter." With that said, he gathered his strength and shoved Logan, forcing the slightly smaller boy to un-plant his heels from the ground and move forward.

Logan all but fell through the doors into the building and would've fallen if it had not been for the claws of his grandpa on his shoulders again. The room they were standing in was obviously some sort of reception. There was a big desk where a woman was behind a glass screen, a few couches here and there and also a few shelves full of leaflets and bibles. Looking around again, Logan noticed everything was white. In fact, they stood out like sore thumbs in their coloured clothes. He was unceremoniously pushed forward again, up to the desk. The woman smiled up at him and his grandparents as she looked at a file.
"Logan Mitchell?" she asked. He was about to nod, when his grandpa stepped in.
"It's Logan Henderson" he said firmly. Henderson was his mom's maiden name, he had already lost everything and now he was losing his identity too?
"Ok then, we have his uniform right here" she said as she handed over an outfit consisting of white, shapeless pants and a matching shapeless t-shirt. She pointed to a bathroom where he could change into it. He had lost everything and now, he was being made to be just like everyone else. He came out a while later, his grandparents snatching his clothes off of him and handing him a bag full of socks and that had also been given to them. No surprise, it was all white.
"Ok Logan, if you would like to follow me, we'll take you to your cell and then you can begin your treatment to become normal again." Logan looked back at his grandparents one last time before following her through a door that was locked three times. As he was being led down an endless white corridor, he wondered what Kendall would be doing now, had he told James and Carlos yet? What would his parents be doing? And then another thought made its way through. Wait...cell?

Unfortunately, what Logan had heard the emotionless woman say had been true. He was lead further down the pure corridor, taking twists and turns that Logan was sure he'd never memorize the route for. The place in which he was taken was almost like a prison cell, in fact, Logan was pretty sure it was a prison cell. Three white-wash walls stood, the square being completed by several silver steel bars running from the ceiling towards the floor, embedded deeply in the white concrete. There was no way that Logan would ever be able to break through the bars, he couldn't even pin James in a play-wrestle, let alone bust through steel! However, Logan was quite pleased to see at least one colour other than white, even if it was just a shiny grey. The woman who had directed them there unlocked the small gate, swinging it open for Logan to get inside. Inside the cell, it felt tight and claustrophobic, made to feel smaller by the bed that was placed in the corner taking up at least half the space. A thin layer of dust coated the cold floor beneath his feet, and Logan swore that his brown eyes had caught the movement of insects in the corner of the cell. For a place that was completely white and screaming for purity, they sure did have a cleanliness issue going on.

Logan jumped as the cold metal bars clanked shut again and he twisted round to see that the woman had let a man into the cell with him.
"Logan, Rick here is going to give you some medicine ok, it'll help start your treatment" she explained. The muscley beast that stood in front of him produced a long syringe with a transparent liquid in it. Logan's eyes bugged. That sized needle couldn't be legal could it? Rick advanced on Logan, who started to back up.
"Logan, you have to cooperate, otherwise we'll have to use force" the woman called from where she was. Logan whimpered as his legs hit the edge of the bed, informing him that he couldn't reverse any further; he was trapped. Rick cornered him and gripped Logan's arms even stronger than his grandpa had. That was sure to leave a bruise. Pinning his arms in front of him in one of his large, meaty hands, Rick brought the syringe down. It made contact with Logan's skin and Rick pushed it down as far as it would go. Logan by this point was screaming. Injections weren't meant to hurt this bad! Was it even a legal injection if the first place? Logan had no time to ponder this as the liquid in the needle was plunged into his arm, before it was yanked painfully out again. Logan's vision began to get fuzzy as everything started to spin.
"That should do him, he'll need a dose every other day, but he'll be under our power in no time." Was that Rick speaking? He didn't know and he couldn't even process this information at the moment. He suddenly felt sick, very sick and suddenly everything came pouring out of his mouth in an acidy pool.

Logan slowly raised his head from where he'd just expelled the contents of his stomach, all the faces of people staring at him swirling into one another. His brain was disorientated and confused, he couldn't tell what was up or down, left or right, whose face was whose. Logan felt the large hands again, carefully lifting him and placing him straight on the bed, Logan only really knew this due to feeling the hard pillow being placed under his pounding head. The man, Rick somewhere in the back of his fuzzy mind told him, seemed to be speaking, but Logan heard nothing as his world faded into darkness.

The brunette boy awoke slowly, able to hear the blood pounding harshly through his head. His first instinct was to cradle his aching skull with his hand in a desperate plea to quell the pain, but as he tried this, Logan realised his wrists were restrained down tightly with leather straps.
"Logan," A female voice pulled him from his stunned state, forcing his gaze over to the source. A young woman stood there, who could have only really been in her mid to late twenties, her face showing the slightest glance of pity. To her left stood his grandparents, the female of the couple cupping her hands to her mouth in shock while her husband gently reassured her. "Your body seems to be fighting the drug we normally give our patients, the side effects you encountered were normal, however while taking a brain scan it seems it did not change you at all mentally. Therefore, we are resorting to stronger means of helping you. Just relax this will all be over before you know it."
She turned towards the lever by her right, placing her small hand on it, and with a last glance of pity towards the restrained teenager, she forced the object down. The chair Logan was strapped to sprung into life, volts of electricity charging through his frail body. He couldn't help but let out a heart-wrenching scream as he felt his organs begin to shut down from the harsh torture, his last thought before blacking out was how glad he was Kendall didn't have to go through this.

Logan currently was in his cell, lying down on his bed. He had now been here 3 days. He didn't remember much of the first day, just getting there and being shown his cell. There was a massive blank spot before he arrived and after he got there and as hard as he tried, he couldn't remember it. After that, he had woken up to the sight of his grandparents in his cell, his grandma was stroking his hair out of his eyes. They had asked him how he was feeling and told him that everything was going alright so far. He couldn't even remember why he was cross with them in the first place, they were being nothing but nice to him. He had been taken for treatment 9 times in the time he had been there. It was doing him good, he knew that. They said he had to learn his lesson, which he knew was true. He couldn't be...the g word anymore. It was bad. It was against God, a sin. He would end up in hell if he continued and he did not want that. He wanted to go to heaven where his parents were, not hell. Yes, apparently, something happened to cause him to forget his parent's death when he got here at the centre. They had been killed in a car crash a few months ago and he had been living with his grandparents. Everything had been fine, but he started to dream about boys and that...was unacceptable. He totally agreed with his grandparents that he needed to get cured. He needed to become normal again.

However, one thing continued to stick in his mind, bugging him, urging him to discover more and remember where it had came from. He remembered his friends back home, James and Carlos, but their faces were fuzzy in his memory, unable to recall the simple things they had once did. But this wasn't what was bugging his strained mind so badly. Somehow, he remembered sitting around a warm fire with the two boys, James and Carlos, and another with blonde hair and glowing green eyes. They were laughing about something, holding marshmallows on sticks above the wooden fire. The boy with green eyes turned to face him, smiling and leaning over to pull him into a hug. For some reason, this boy was the only one out of the three who wasn't blurred, his face and features were crystal clear in Logan's memory, however, the name just wouldn't come to him. He couldn't help but feel he was missing out on something important, but the way the blonde boy had leaned over to hug him was wrong, that sort of behaviour only brought pain.

It was wrong. Pain meant it was wrong and he was trying to become normal again, he couldn't go against the people trying to help him. But that blonde. There was something striking about him. Logan sighed as he turned over. Lights out was an hour ago and tomorrow, he had been told, was a big day, where his treatments would truly start to work. Everything was tiring him out lately and he couldn't help the way his eyes were drooping further and further, until they closed completely with only the blonde on his mind. He awoke with a start as the bars to his cell were opened and Rick came in. He slowly clambered out of his bed and walked over to meet him. Rick picked the boy up and proceeded out of the cell. They carried him everywhere, like he would get lost or something. Logan tried to focus on last night. He was thinking about his friends. They were...Jimmy and Chris? Jack and Callum? Jo-Je-Ja...he couldn't remember their names. One was tall, the other short, he knew that and one wore a...helmet? He couldn't be sure. Then there was another person, he was blonde, but that's all he could remember on that one. Why couldn't he remember? It must have been important if he was thinking about it last night. Wasn't it? Logan huffed as he had a mental argument with himself and he didn't even see the operating room he was taken into.

Voices circled above his head, ones he recognised faintly, others completely new to the genius. The first was light and airy, seemingly carefree as she placed metal objects on a tray, the light clang from the collision echoing throughout the large light room. He felt himself placed upon some sort of hard table, his white clothes being hastily stripped from him and replaced by a surgical gown. That's when it hit Logan, he knew where he was. His heart began to pound wildly in his chest, beginning to struggle against the restraints that secured him down. Operations had always completely freaked him out, they seemed unnatural to him, messing with the body's way of doing things. Logan felt as though if his body couldn't fix it on its own, so be it, it wasn't meant to be. A lot of people thought he was crazy for these thoughts, but he despised the idea of someone prodding around inside him with sharp objects. The voice began speaking again in the same light tone.
"Now, where do we begin, the back or the brain?"
Ohh Logan was not like this one bit. Another voice joined the first, this one deep and masculine.
"Back first, it'll be the hardest job due to connecting them to his spine and joining the nerves so they might actually be useful. Then the brain surgery, I cannot wait to see how this turns out."
Connecting what to his spine? Brain surgery? What was happening? Logan's heart continued to pound, panicked and struggling as he felt a sharp prick in the inside of his elbow, a clear liquid being shot straight into his bloodstream. His eyes began to droop, he didn't like this, he didn't feel safe, what if he never woke up? What were they doing to him?
Then, everything went dark, and the doctors began their first incision.

Once again, the thing that drew Logan back into consciousness was a horrible pounding in his head, except this time there was a difference; it was accompanied by a sharp pain in his upper back just between his shoulder blades. The familiar faces of his grandparents swam into his blurred vision, his grandmother's teary face leaning above him as her leathery hand brushed gently against his cheek.
"How are you feeling sweetie?" She asked him, concern etched in her voice.
He tried to speak, his voice hoarse and painful. Just how long had been asleep? "My back hurts..." he slurred, struggling to get his brain thinking straight. Suddenly, the pure whiteness of the room didn't seem so painful, it almost seemed...right.
"Of course it would baby, but you'll be alright."
What did his grandmother mean that of course his back would hurt? Suddenly wide awake, Logan twisted to see what was cushioning his back from the normally rock hard mattress of his bed.
Wait... were those angel wings?!

Bet you didn't see that coming, huh? Yes, the people at that place are so psychotic that they made him into an angel! I've gotta say though, this wouldn't have even been in the story line if it were not for Lunachu thinking it up and writing that part. Your very dark girl, but it has made it oh so much better!

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