Haha, sorry for the wait guys. I was away at REVOLVE!

SO TWO DEMANDS: Listen to Jamie Grace's "Hold Me" and Hawk Nelson's "Crazy Love".

Now, STORY TIME!

Logan whimpered in the total darkness that he had just plunged into. Out of the lights eye, it felt like his cage was wrapping tighter around him, making Logan even more claustrophobic then he was before. He was vaguely aware of Kendall saying something encouraging, followed by James, but he was too scared to focus on their voices. His breath hitched as his head filled with visions of his cell compressing him until he squeezed through the bars like toothpaste. He wanted to run away, to tear his way out and just go.

But Logan was still.

It hurt too much to hyperventilate, let alone sprint out of this godforsaken place. It was only the first day, and Logan already couldn't take being there at all. It felt like his every cell had been stomped on and then lit on fire. Pain shot through his legs like bullets, and he wrapped his tail a little tighter around them, trying to keep them as still as he could manage. He let out a groan as his stomach flipped in hunger. The last thing he and the guys had eaten was Subway at Roque Records.

Logan shifted his left arm that had landed fitfully underneath him when he was thrown in his cage, and held back a scream as his spine went with it. The ache and fear controlling every fiber of his being was becoming too consuming, and Logan didn't want to be part of the world anymore. He retreated into himself. His mind crept into a tight ball deep in its core, leaving Logan a hollow shell.

Just when he was nearly too far gone, at the split second where he was almost completely lost within, the lights flickered on, footsteps echoing off the walls as the men dressed in white clunked into the room. Suddenly, after a hard pull to the collar of his shirt, Logan wasn't staring at the blank wall through the wars of his cage, but at the ceiling. Logan's whole world shifted beneath him. What the…?

His thoughts were cut off as a ripping sound filled the air. Logan looked down in shock as his casts were torn off his legs by unnaturally strong, white-gloved hands. He screamed as his shin was thrown down on the table, needles immediately poking themselves through his skin.

"Very good, Logan!" Dr. Shatner praised as he stepped into the room, the remote for their collars poised in his hands. "You're healing at a remarkable rate! By tomorrow, I'm sure I'll be able to test you again! In the meantime, enjoy a well deserved rest."

"It hurts!" Logan wailed tightly, earning a dull shock to his neck as well as his friends', who spazmed in their cages. His back arched painfully as he twisted, trying to squirm away from the sparking metal prongs hidden under the leather of his collar. He screamed as his vertebrae moved in a way he wasn't ready for. Apparently, Dr. Shatner didn't like it when his lab mice squeaked.

"Yes, yes it does, but think of it this way! It's in the name of science," he said cheerily. "You're a smart boy, you can appreciate that, can't you?" he asked rhetorically. A growl rolled of Kendall's tongue. He looked fierce.

"You're sick," he bit, anger dripping from his words. "Can't you see he's already in pain? Why don't you just leave him alone?" Kendall's eyes flashed with malice, and Dr. Shatner rolled his eye and snapped his fingers. The men in white followed his unspoken command without hesitation and threw Logan back in his cage, locking the door. Logan couldn't help but let out a small squeal as he bounced against the bars.

"For a mutant in a compromising position, you don't listen very well. I can't experiment on Logan until he can stand without falling apart," he explained with a chuckle at his own disturbing joke. Kendal visibly relaxed until he took a step toward James's cage. "But that doesn't mean I'll leave all of you boys in your cages all day," he donned a rubber glove and took out the controller that filled all four boys eyes with fear. "After all, even freaks need their exercise." And with that, volts coursed through James's veins, and he was forced into the same rolling cage Logan had been in and carted away. Kendall cursed to himself as his friend looked back at him with terror written clearly on James's face.


"Alright James," came a voice over a speaker system in a thin, long room. James stood up confused. He looked back to the door he had been pushed though, only to see the thin outline of it on an otherwise white wall. "You're probably dying to run around after being locked up for so long, so here's your opportunity."

Suddenly, the floor started rolling beneath him like a giant treadmill, quickly increasing its speed until he was in a full out sprint. His bare feet slapped at the ground beneath him as he galloped as fast as he could.

"Very impressive, James. You're going 60 miles an hour! It's good to see your zebra DNA isn't going to waste!" But Dr. Shatner's words fell on deaf ears. James was currently too focused on keeping himself upright and moving to pay attention to the evil scientist's words.

After 10 minute eternity, he broke his run. In his haste, his toes dragged across the ground, and he fell. Hard. The floor instantly whipped him away and slammed him into the wall. The still speeding tread burned as it raced beneath him, working like a sander and rubbing his bare skin raw. By the time it stopped, the sleeve of his shirt and the knees of his pants were nothing by bloody threads. He rolled over, already scabbing over as he squirmed on the ground in pain.

"Well… you don't have the endurance I expected, but you were still miraculous. Can you imagine the possibilities that could come from this?" Dr. Shatner asked, sounding thrilled. James tried to be like Kendall and shoot the man a glare, but he couldn't. He was in too much pain to even open his eyes.

He didn't even feel himself being gathered up and thrown back into the evil prison cell that had brought him there. All he knew was that he was somehow back in his own eventually, next to a nervous looking Kendall. His big, brown eyes focused on the other two cages, only to find Carlos missing and Logan just lying on the cold floor of his own, face contorted into one of horror, something that James was unfortunately getting used to seeing.

"Are you okay?" Kendall asked, and James realized that, despite looking like a bloody mess, he was. He nodded his head, and Kendall shuddered as Logan whimpered next to him. "He's been doing that for a while, but it sounds like he's getting better. I mean, he's actually proving he's alive now. Plus, he moves every now and again." James nodded, not sure what to say to that. Kendall sighed. "I don't know what he's planning to do with Carlos," he said forelornly. James's thoughts, however, were elsewhere.

"Kendall, are we freaks?" he asked. The blonde gave him a crooked look.

"No, why?" he asked, not sure where James was coming from, but wanting to make him feel better immediately. So far, life was horrible enough, he would rather James not be having self-esteem issues on top of everything else. James huffed.

"Cause we are," he answered, decision made. Kendall gaped.

"James, we are not freaks!" he yelped, shocked that James, the king of confidence, would doubt it. James kicked at the bars of his cage, resting his chin on his knees. He scoffed.

"I think the tails, strips, and ears would beg to differ," he responded coolly and a little sadly.

"James, we aren't freaks," Kendall tried to drill into his head, not entirely believing it himself, but putting earnesty in his words anyway. Even if he didn't buy it, James should. The taller boy flicked his streaked hair out of his eyes and gave a lopsided shrug, trying to keep his scabbed arm still as he did so. On the up side, it was getting better at a creepy pace, dried blood cells falling to his cage floor disgustingly as it healed.

"Whatever you say, Kendall," he said, but the blonde knew he didn't mean it, but he didn't know what else to say. He just sat in his cell, throwing worried glances at Logan and dying to know what was going on with Carlos.

I hated this one SO MUCH!

Guys, do you know that song Headphones I wrote a fic to? Well, I saw the girl who sings it live yesterday and Friday. IT WAS AWESOME! Revolve rocks.

Um, QUESTION TIME! ANSWER THIS!

Would you rather…

a) eat a car covered in expired soy sauce and milk

b) kiss the most unattractive, gross person you know

c) cover yourself in gravy and hug the elderly