A/n: Who says I can't have huskies on my ice floe? I like huskies. Boiled and fried. (Just kidding!)

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Chapter 8: Special Classes

Logan walked along beside Renfro, the man's large hand uncomfortably tight on his shoulder. He did his best not to think about what was coming next. No one who'd been taken for 'special classes' had ever come back the same. Some had disappeared entirely.

Why me? He wondered. Sebastian's IQ is higher than mine, Chris is better at planning and logistics, Jake's math scores are off the scale… why'd they pick me? I'm not the strongest or the smartest. Then the thought struck him that perhaps they were going to get rid of him, because he wasn't good enough to be there. But that didn't make sense either. Why waste their time teaching him if they were just going to kill him later?

"Here we are, Logan," said Renfro, jovially, stopping by a huge bank vault style door. "Your new schoolroom." He tapped a code into the keypad and the door opened. None too gently, Renfro pushed Logan inside and relocked the door.

Logan blinked several times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the blindingly brightly lit room. There was a dentist's chair in the centre, complete with restraints, connected to a number of machines. Directly in front of it was a device that looked like a cross between a camera and a drill.

A woman in an equally white lab coat looked up and saw him, a smile of genuine delight brightening her features. She was young, perhaps twenty five, with long peroxide blonde hair tied back in a bun at the nape of her neck. Her eyes were small, glittering darkly in her pale face.

"Ahh, you must be Logan," she said, positively purring with happiness at seeing him. "I'm Doctor Renfro; I'm going to be your new teacher. Isn't that going to be fun?"

"Doctor Renfro? Are you related to the Director?"

"I'm his wife, how clever of you to realise. But then, you're a very bright boy. Otherwise you wouldn't be here, would you," she chuckled. "Now, Logan, we have a lot to get through today so if I could ask you to just pop onto the chair, we can get started."

"What are we going to do?" Asked Logan, not moving.

"I thought we'd start off with a little test, just so I know exactly where you are in your studies. Come along now, we don't have all day." Uncertainly, Logan stepped forwards, and then stopped.

"What's the matter, Logan? You're not scared, are you?"

"No," he said, his voice sounding very small in the room. "What kind of tests?"

"You won't know until we start," she said, the saccharine mask slipping from her features. "Now come along." Still, Logan hesitated.

Renfro sighed impatiently. "Technicians!" Two white coated men stepped from their posts behind the door, where Logan hadn't noticed them earlier. "Help young Mr Cale up into the examination chair." Before Logan could try to run, his arms were gripped tightly. He struggled, but a twelve year old was no match for two grown men. Inexorably, they dragged him to the chair and forced him into the restraints. He gazed up at Renfro, terrified, as she filled a large syringe with clear liquid.

"Now, Logan, don't be scared," she said, condescendingly, seeing his expression. "This won't hurt a bit." A cold alcohol swab was wiped over Logan's exposed neck. There was a sting as she injected him and then… nothing.

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I hope that was creepy enough without being too much, but if not let me know.

I'll try and get the next chapter out tommorrow, so please don't banish me before then.