Hell:

Logan could feel beads of sweat trickling down his back and forehead. He was panting like a dog; he had almost no breath left.

His limbs were aching, and dehydration was giving him a pounding headache. He was gasping now, he felt his knees give way and he collapsed on the hard floor. He lay there, shuddering. He felt like he was dying. He'd never been a very religious guy.

But could this really be what hell was?

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Why was he so unfit?

"Logan, you ok?" a rasping voice asked. Logan opened his heavy eyelids and looked up. Kendall was standing over him. "Come on, you need to get up. We can get through this."

He smiled as he hauled Loan to his feet. "It's just dance class, after all."

"Less talking, more dancing!" Mr. X shrieked, spinning around and forming that trademark X shape with his hands. "Stop being lazy! You think this is hell? You wait until Gustavo takes you for harmonies in ten minutes!"

This was met by four groaning voices. Logan groaned the loudest.

Well, whether this was hell or not, Mr. X was Satan with a sweatband.

This one is really bad. Oh well, tell me what you think! And just want to say that from now on there will be some slash! But I'm not gonna put that much in, however like I said, there will be some slash!