Tonight Kevin's hell dream could be heard through the mission. For the second night in a row, after so long of being completely dreamless, he began to dream vividly of both hell and the reason he had made it there. Somehow, when he had once again woken with a start and a tented sheet, he had managed to convince himself he was just unlucky. He hated the dark circles that ringed his eyes now and the red scratch marks that he rained upon himself during the nighttime.

"Rough night Elder?" A voice sounded from his right as he morosely bit into a dry piece of toast. He jumped and glanced towards the source and was glad to see Elder Thomas instead of Connor. He couldn't put on a convincing act for at least another few hours.

He laughed humorlessly and resumed his breakfast "Something like that, yes"

"Hell dream?"

"Like no other" Kevin rested his head in his hands, wishing he could go back to bed and have a decent night for once.

"Yeah... we all guessed"

Kevin groaned deeply, laying his head on the table and folding his arms over his head. He'd known eventually they'd find out considering how real the pain was in the dream. Perhaps not this soon though. His mind drifted back to last night unconsciously,

Light. For once the sunlight wasn't scolding, it was simply soothing him. The place they'd set everything up in wasn't that bad either- at least it had running water.

"Uncle Kevin!"

Kevin turned towards the voice, already having his arms spread wide, and enveloped the child in a tight embrace.

"There's my favorite"

"Hey! I thought I was"

Kevin stood before two pouting children, one around three years younger than the other. Nabulungi and Arnold had actually made some pretty kids he had to admit. The fact that he was their godfather wasn't a scary fact anymore- they were like his own anyway. Dembe, the youngest at 5, was definitely his favourite but he would never admit it. Arnold had gotten his way with the first child though as the boy was named Lluc which, of course, was a variant of Luke. There was no way star wars wasn't going to feature a little more in their lives.

"You're both my favourites, you know that"

"Apart from Uncie Connor"

Kevin grinned and blushed good naturedly, ducking his head. The children knew that they were both very close friends but not to what extent. Three years after they had first met and now they together in the loosest of terms. Kevin was sure that Connor had realised that he was still entirely freaked out by the idea of them being together so technically they were just friends who went on dates. And one day maybe a bit more. Kevin had to stop himself. He couldn't be having those thoughts whilst near children.

A scream burst through the gentle atmosphere and the scene suddenly shifted and dimmed, a dark fog suddenly descending on them all. Nabulungi staggered through the clearing in the trees, her normally pristine uniform splashed with crimson. With all the strength she could muster, she dragged her husband along with her.

"Kevin!" She screamed once more, and continued to scream, as Kevin began to run to her.

"Uncle Kevin!" Dembe screamed as an armed man appeared from nowhere and pulled her against his chest, pressing a knife to her throat with a sickening grin.

"Kevin!" Connor yelled from a third direction, his voice cracking with emotion. A gun was being pressed forcefully into his temple as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"Choose"

Kevin looked between the four choices he had- the four directions- and fresh tears sprung to his eyes. Nabulungi was desperately trying to revive her husband with bursts of screams and yells as she did, tears falling into his fresh wound as she did. Small Dembe had now been slammed to the ground as the man traced her small features with his knife, a trail of red breaking out with each caress. Connor was crying openly now in a way Kevin had never seen before. His lips moved slowly, spelling out 'Save them' before creating a struggle large enough for the bullet to explode from the gun tearing a hole clean through his skull.

Kevin took a small step towards his fallen companion with a small sob as everything around him went quiet. He blinked and in front of him lay five bodies that seemed infinitely small to him now. Nabulungi was still clutching her husband's hand in death and Arnold's features seemed oddly rested. Dembe's clothing was completely wrecked, blood soaking from every inch of skin that was shown including- Kevin turned and emptied his stomach, the thought too repulsive for him to think about. His sweet godkids that he couldn't even protect in this stupid dream. Sobs wracked his body as he crawled towards Connor and pressed his forehead against the cold of the older man's.

"Kevin, my sweet boy, this is becoming regular"

Lucifer glided across the room, stroking a hand gently on Kevin's cheek, sending an icy shiver through him.

"This isn't right. Why are you punishing me?"

"Oh you deserve this. Your blatant homosexuality is having consequences on your life and others that surround you. If you really think this-" he splayed his fingers gracefully and gestured to the bodies "Isn't going to happen, you are sorely mistaken"

The bodies all rose from the ground in one movement, all coming to stand in a circle around him.

"Wait... I-"

Their faces had all contorted to give him looks of complete and utter hatred as they advanced and began to rip at his clothing and eventually skin.

"Fag"

"Sinner"

"Cock Sucker"

"Fairy"

"Queer"

"Homo"

The blood poured from him in dots and splashes, covering the area in a downpour that blended into the ground as if it belonged there. Kevin didn't belong. He was disgusting and immoral and-

Kevin shook his head from the ordeal that had changed both his mood for the day and his general mindset. He could finally admit to himself that yes, he was having gay thoughts but it didn't have to define him. There were plenty of cases of people like him continuing their faiths and lives whilst having these thoughts. As long as he turned it off.

"It was abysmal. I can't do it anymore" Kevin sighed heavily, finally lifting his head from the table and noticing that Elder Thomas was no longer in the kitchen with him. By allowing himself to remember that hell dream, he must have managed to sneak out. If Kevin were him he would have done that too. He was a state.

He ran a hand down his face exhaustedly, pondering if all of this Book of Arnold stuff was worth it. No doubt his parents had heard the news months ago and their heavily Mormon neighbourhood were cursing his very name and the fact he was on a certain path for hell. He already knew he was destined for hell years ago but he'll be damned, literally, if he was going to go lying down. Once he'd cleared the kitchen from his early morning breakfast, he strode back into his room which he now occupied on his own.

Arnold had refused almost everything from just about everyone that had offered him various things in thanks of The Book of Arnold but there was only one offer he had taken. He now lived in a hut in the center of the village which he was now sharing with Nabulungi but he'd been told in no uncertain terms that it was purely for convenience. After the many times himself and other Elders had caught them in... concerning positions, he had happily moved out although he was still pivotal in all of their work. After all they were constantly making changes as they continued their work around the village and the villages that surrounded them.

Kevin stripped down from his nighttime wear and placed it in a metal bucket with the rest of his dirty clothing- which now were beginning to overwhelm his clean things- before shrugging on another crisp white shirt. Unfortunately, like the barber's and the hot showers and everything else unessential, iron's weren't a thing he could easily access so he had to put up with hanging them out to dry in the midday sun. He slung a tie around his neck after pulling his last pair of black trousers- he definitely needed to do some washing- and began to haphazardly tie it as he walked from the mission. If the rest of the day was bust thanks to his hell dream, at least he could try some conversions.

He sighed with frustration, pulling lightly on his hair as he did so. Not one single person would speak to him, let alone let him explain about The Book of Arnold. It had to be the uniforms, he'd have to speak to Arnold about that. He loosened his tie as he stepped back through the mission's door, the relief from the heated setting sun welcoming. They weren't quite lucky enough to have air conditioning but they were in an area which was quite sheltered from the blazing heat. Glancing at his watch he realised most of the Elder would have had their main meal by now and made his way into the kitchen only to once again feeling his steps falter. Why did this man have to be everywhere?!

Elder Mckinley sat at the rickety old table, tugging his tie loose from his neck as he doodled absent mindedly on a piece of paper. Kevin had always been involved in conversations about the Mission leader and they had spoken highly of him in every single one. He was great at dancing, drawing, public speaking etc the list would go on. The man had no flaws as much as his character went. Connor hummed a happy tune as he did, his concentration clearly focused on his task. Kevin, believing it safe to pad past in his bare feet to collect something to eat out of his way, walked quietly behind the older man. Before he knew it, said feet were ripped out from under him as he landed squarely on his back.

Groaning angrily, Kevin flopped his arm over his eyes at his stupidity. He could do nothing right, not even sneak past the ever continuing star in his nightly dreams.

"Kevin!" Connor gasped as he flew from his seat and knelt by his shoulders, placing a hand gently on him.

"I'm so sorry! Elder Church spilt something and he and I-" Connor stammered, tears beginning to pool in his eyes at the thought of him being the cause of this incident. He'd never forgive himself if anything were to happen.

"It's fine" Kevin barked, sitting up abruptly and nearly giving them both a new injury in the process. He couldn't continue this. They were becoming too close in all senses of the word and it felt as if heavenly father were trying to say something to him. These thoughts had only begun when he'd begun to regard C-Elder Mckinley higher than he had before. A friend.

"Kevin, you could have hurt your back!"

"I don't care, Elder! If I have no pain I'm fine!"

Connor visibly flinched away from him as if he had witnessed the fire in his eyes and stood up quickly without looking back at him.

"Sorry Elder Price, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Have a good evening"

Kevin watched Connor's retreating back, noticing his shoulders have sagged noticeably and

the lightness had left his steps. He shouldn't be noticing these small changes- Turn it off.