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Logan stared in disbelief. He couldn't have-it was impossible-wasn't it? He stared unblinking as if they would suddenly disappear, but they didn't. In fact, when he shifted even further round to see them, they twitched slightly. Logan reached out a trembling hand to touch the new addition to his body, but his grandma grabbed his hand before he could get there.
"Don't touch them honey, they'll be very sore" she said softly, lowering his hand back to the bed. Logan was transfixed on the things sprouting out his back. How had this happened? Why had it happened? He faced his grandparents, the shock still clear on his face.
"How?-W-What?-Why?-How?" he couldn't even say what he was thinking, everything was backwards.
"You're how you're meant to be now, Logan, you've got your wings" she replied. Somehow that sentence unnerved him. And the fact that the white in the room now seemed peaceful; it was like he belonged in white.
"My...my wings?" he asked, for no better words could seem to form in his mouth.
"Yes. Logan, you've always been special. When you were born, everyone adored you and said you were meant to achieve great things. The reverend declared you an angel sent from heaven, eventually going on to help others." She started to explain.
"One day when you were very little, we were in church and it was storming, no light in the sky at all. Then, when we had finished our prayers, a single beam of light streamed in and laid upon your form. It was a sign. You're destined for this Logan, you always have been. Now, the transformation is complete. You have the physicality of an angel and the mind of one too" John told the boy. Logan had never seen his grandparents so happy in all the time he had known them. He sure had the body of an angel, but the mind? What did that mean?

Logan shook his pounding head a little, trying to make sense of all the information being given to him. It seemed outrageous, definitely illegal, but somehow... he didn't mind. They were just trying to help him after all, right? The least he could do would be to accept their gracious offer.
"Will...will I be able to fly?" He questioned, his voice sounding childish and innocent even to his own ears. His grandmother nodded lightly, smiling gently as she rubbed her hand against his cheek again.
"You should be able to, Logan, as long as you continue to get better. Being able to fly is a privilege only good boys get, so no more messing around with that Kendall, alright?"
Confusion flashed across Logan's features. Kendall? Who was that? Had he gotten Logan in trouble, was he the one to cause Logan all this pain? If that was so, Logan didn't like this Kendall, pain meant he was being bad; he had to be good to fly and use his new wings for good. His mind bugged him to ask his grandmother who this boy she was mentioning was, but the rational side of his brain decided against it, what he didn't know couldn't hurt him.
"Of course I'll be good grandma, Angels have to be good right? I'm an angel now; I have to follow the lord's every word."
"That's right, Logan, and you know what the Lord says about loving people of the same gender, right?"
Logan felt disgusted for a second. Was that what his grandparents were talking about? He used to love another man?
"It's wrong, Grandpa, right?"
"Yes, Logan, it's wrong, very wrong, and we're here to help you get fixed."

1 more day. 1 more day and he would be able to go back home. He would be able to do all of the things he had missed whilst being in here and more. He would be able...to fly. Logan's heart fluttered with excitement at the thought of soaring through the skies, looking down at the tiny people and buildings below. He knew that he would only be able to fly if he got better. So, he did. Logan let them give him whatever treatments they wanted, read the bible over and over and prayed to the Lord himself that he would soon be normal again. He was making great progress, or so he had been told. He no longer thought in that way. How could he have in the first place? Liking the same gender...ugh, it was vile and disgusting. Men were made for women and vice versa. That Kendall boy must have corrupted him big time if he even considered it before he came here. Luckily, with the help of the drug, he was quickly forgetting about that Kendall. Well, he only knew the name. He was getting closer and closer to normal as every day went by. He of course knew that once he got out of there, he would have to continue to prove to his grandparents and God himself that he was cured, but he could do it. Logan smiled to himself as he thought about home. He would soon be back. Things could never go back to normal though. People couldn't see his wings. The only people that knew about the transformation were his grandparents. Oh, and they reverend. He found out they told him the other day, but he didn't mind. He was the one to point out that he was a miracle child in the first place. He would help people, like an angel did, but never reveal that he was an angel himself. He would also be home schooled. A person from the centre would come to their house and teach him and also show him how to use his wings and abilities properly, whilst monitoring that they were alright. He really couldn't wait to return home and as another dose of the drug was pressed into his skin, he smiled heartily. It was all worth it.

Kendall sat at the window of his bedroom, his sad green eyes staring out into the rain soaked world ahead of him. It had only been around a week since Logan was torn from him, and his heart already ached for his boyfriend back. His mother had tried to reassure him that Logan would be home soon, while Carlos and James insisted at Logan was too strong and stubborn to submit to anything the devilish company put him through to try and change his mind. Logan loved Kendall, Kendall loved Logan, it's how it always had been, and some stupid company wouldn't change that, Kendall knew that God would accept Logan for who he is, no matter whom he loved. Wasn't God meant to just want his children to be happy? Well he wasn't happy, he longed for Logan to be back in his arms, safe and sound. Mr and Mrs Mitchell were hurting as well, he had visited them multiple times in the past week and there wasn't a dry eye in the entire household every time. They'd hug him and thank him for visiting when he technically had no reason to anymore, they knew they weren't getting their son back. Everyone was hurting over Logan's technical kidnapping, but there was nothing Kendall could do about it but pray he came back safe and unchanged.

He looked up as his bedroom door opened and in came James and Carlos. They sat down on the bed next to him. No one said anything for several minutes, not quite sure what would be comforting in this situation. Kendall's bedroom really did tell the story of his and Logan's relationship. Over one wall, he had stuck every single picture taken with any of his friends, a mass of smiling, goofy and funny faces. There was no doubt that Logan was the most common face seen, other than Kendall himself. On his shelves were souvenirs, objects and prized possessions, each one having been gotten when Logan was present. And most of all, on his bedside table, where he kept the most two important photos. The first, when the four boys had met on that frozen pond when they were just 6 years old. Kendall himself had his arm around Logan and James, smiling with a toothy grin. James was clutching his very first lucky comb in one hand, the other arm slung around Carlos, who had his helmet on backwards after a great first game of hockey together. And then there was Logan. The smallest, the youngest. He was giving a small smile, cheeks flushed, but Kendall reckoned it was more from blushing than the icy wind. He had been very timid back then, only speaking his full sentence to the boys a full 3 weeks after meeting them. The other picture had been taken by Logan's parents. Kendall and Logan were both on the couch, snuggled up next to one another. Logan was looking up adoringly at his boyfriend, whilst Kendall himself had his lips planted upon the younger boy's cheek. It may have been simple, but Kendall thought it was one of the best pictures ever taken.
"I did some research last night." It was James who spoke, startling the deafening silence surrounding them. "I looked up all the places that he could have been sent to. I thought we could at least see where he was." he explained. The other two nodded, signalling him to go on. "There actually aren't many around here. There's one that's about half an hour away, but it's closed at the moment for renovation work. There's another, on the outskirts, called Holy Christ Reform Centre, that's our best bet." Kendall was already typing away on his laptop, his friends joining him as he clicked on the correct website
"Helping the damaged to get healed" Carlos read. "Damaged? Do they mean hurt?" he asked confused. Kendall shook his head.
"It's Christian Carlos; it means homosexuals, gay people. Logan" he whispered the last part. "Ok, it looks like the average patient is kept there for about 7-10 days. Wow, that's quick" he commented.
"They use the most advanced methods in curing the ill minded and change them into normal people who abide by the word of the Lord and follow his correct path. What on earth does that mean?" James asked dumbfounded.
"It means when they return, they're no longer gay anymore. What if Logan comes out straight? What if he doesn't love me anymore?" Kendall sounded so broken; Carlos swore he felt his heart shatter even more.
"Logan will come back, and he'll come back as Logan, no one else. If he does come back...changed, well, we can help him become who he once was. Everything will work out, you'll see." Even though he said it, he didn't sound very certain. Then, a sudden change in James' usually calm voice caused them to focus back on the website. "Uh guys? It says that...if a patient is not willing to cooperate, they'll have to use force. In any way possible." Kendall and Carlos stared at the words James had just read. One thought flew through Kendall's mind. Oh Logie, poor, poor Logie.

Logan smiled at Rick as he helped him pull the faint grey shirt over his head, his still sore wings carefully strapped against his back as tight as they would go to avoid detection. Today was the day he would finally be going home to live with his grandparents, his new teacher from the centre would be visiting tomorrow in order to teach him how to look after his wings and even begin flapping them properly, as well as the usual Math and English he needed to learn. His grandmother smiled from the door where she and his grandfather waited, the car was just outside, ready to take him away from this place.
Logan couldn't help but feel as though a part of him was missing as he was lead out of the facility, down the winding white corridors he had grown to love towards the exit, something important from his mind was gone, something that made him Logan.
"Goodbye, Logan Henderson, may the Lord watch over you and help you continue to improve." The receptionist greeted, smiling gently at him. He frowned a little at the name, Henderson didn't sound right, and didn't his surname begin with an M? Mitch...ell? Something like that anyway, that was his parent's surname, shouldn't he have that one?
No, maybe Logan was over-thinking this, his parents had died right? He must have just taken his grandmother's name when he went to live with her, that's all, it couldn't be anything else.
Logan got into the back seat of his grandparents' car, leaning his slightly sore head against the window as they got into the front seats, starting the engine off. The glass was cool and soothing against his bed, the rumble from the car vibrating the glass slightly making his teeth chatter in his mouth. He chuckled slightly at the feeling, unable to keep the smile from his face. Lately, since he'd woken up with wings and his grandfather had told him his mind had been altered to be like an angel's, the simplest things amused the teenage boy, like watching a spider crawl across the floor of his cell, the way its legs scuttled could have Logan laughing for at least 10 minutes.
It was beginning to rain now, Logan's trained brown eyes carefully following a drop of the water as it trailed down the glass pane, meeting other droplets until it was wiped off completely by the gusting wind. The car entered their hometown after a while, weaving through the streets to avoid the now torrential rainfall, Logan giggled as he watched the people who had been trapped by the water running around, hiding under trees and news papers to keep dry. He heard his grandfather mumble something urgently to his wife, who suddenly turned the car off into a smaller road that wasn't in their usual route, but before the car did so, Logan spotted a face that seemed familiar to him, one with long, straightened brown hair, and wide, shocked chestnut eyes as they joined with Logan's own.

"Logan" his grandpa's voice brought his attention away from the boy and over to him. "You are not to associate with him or his friends ok? They're nothing but trouble, a bad influence" he instructed firmly. Logan turned back around to see the boy still staring at the vehicle they were in, before turning down the street and bolting in the other direction. Logan furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to think why the boy would've been looking at them. But as hard as he tried, he couldn't place the face in his mind.
"Why did he look like he knew me?" Logan asked as they pulled into their driveway. His grandma sighed and both of them turned to look at him.
"Logan, they're the reason why you were in the centre. They're the ones who corrupted you and tried to make you go against God." she informed him. Logan felt sudden anger towards that boy and whoever else tried to corrupt him. Why would they do that? He could go to hell if he continued on the path he had been taking and it was all because of them.
"Logan, you have to promise us you won't go anywhere without our say so and that you most definitely will not have any contact with them. Promise us?" his grandpa said strongly. Logan looked back out of the window and back to his grandparents. He would rather die than go around with people that like the same gender as themselves.
"I promise" he replied.
They all got clambered out of the car and Logan was lead into the house. He immediately smiled when he realised how much of it he recognised and how it felt like home. Even if it seemed odd at first. He walked through into the living room and over to the window, where a little chain of diamonds hung. He gently pushed them so that they spun around, leaving rainbows on the carpet. He laughed at the almost magical effect and got down on his hands and knees, tracing the rainbow patterns with his finger. John and his wife smiled at how easily their grandson could now be amused. The way in which his mind was altered made him more care free, light hearted and considerate. They knew he would make a good angel. It was after all, what he was destined for ever since he was born. They could now feel happy that they had changed his life for the better, ridding him of the horrible disease that the Kendall boy had plagued him with and giving him the gift of wings. They felt they had definitely brought him away from the devils he used to call parents and friends, the ones which, if he had stayed with them, would have condemned their grandson to hell.

James pounded through the rain, not caring as the heavy rain soaked into his carefully styled hair, effectively messing it up and just asking for it to frizz out in an afro, but James didn't care. He'd just seen Logan in that car with his grandparents, Logan was back and... he didn't seem to recognise James. The Logan he knew would have yelled at his grandparents to stop the car and would have jumped out, running to meet James in the rain and grabbing him in a tight hug since they hadn't seen each other in a week, for them that was a long time. But no, Logan just stared at him in blank confusion as his grandparents whisked him away, quick and far away from his best friend. What had they done to Logan in that place? Was it really enough to wipe over 10 years of memories clean away? James didn't know, but he had to find out. The puddles splashed around his ankles, soaking the bottom of his jeans as he rushed down the street towards Kendall's house while pulling his cell out of his pocket, speed dialling the familiar key to contact Carlos. Thankfully, he picked up straight away.
"Carlitos get down to Kendall's place now, there's no time to explain, it's about Logan." Without giving Carlos a chance to question him, James hung up and shoved the phone in his pocket, heading into the Knight household as he always had, bursting through the door without bothering to knock.
Jennifer Knight looked to him in shock, a little stunned from him bursting in, but smiled lightly at him and pointed upstairs to where Kendall was moping in his room, she knew all about the current situation with Logan, and was always there to comfort the Mitchells and the boys whenever they needed her around. James thanked her and charged up the stairs, rainwater dripping from his bangs into his frantic eyes as he pushed the door open, taking in Kendall lying moodily on his back staring at the ceiling. When James appeared in his room, he looked over and four words made his whole posture and expression lighten up.
"Kendall, Logan is back."

The boys all assembled in Kendall's bedroom, deciding what to do next. James was telling the others about what had happened in the street, only about half an hour ago.
"And they just drove off. He didn't recognise me at all. It was like he was looking at a wall or something, not one of his best friends since he was 6" James recalled the last part of the very short moment he saw Logan again. Kendall was pacing up and down, up and down. Carlos was bouncing his leg, either from excitement or nervousness, he wasn't quite sure.
"What did they do to him?! What happened when he was away? He should have recognised you James, but he didn't. There's only one thing to do!" he said firmly as he stopped pacing. The other two looked at him quizzically, waiting for him to tell them his plan.
"We need to go over and find out what's going on." With that said, all three boys began a fast pace walk towards the residence of Logan's grandparents and now Logan. When they neared the big, fancy pale blue and white house however, their footsteps began to slow. They didn't really have any idea what they were going to say to Logan's grandparents. Would they even open the door to them? Kendall decided to just take initiative and walk up the cobble stone drive and knock on the big wooden door. Footsteps could be heard from inside, a pair coming down the three flights of staircases and another walking over to the door. It was swung open briskly. Kendall, James and Carlos were now face to face with none other, than Logan's grandma.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed at them. Logan's grandpa also joined her at the door.
"You boys aren't allowed to be here, you're forbidden. You're trespassing!" he told them in a steely voice.
"We want to know what's happened to Logan." Carlos boldly replied to them.
"Logan is fine, he's cured and on the right path, no thanks to you!" John all but shouted. Suddenly, another pair of footsteps came down the stairs. Logan popped round the corner. The boys' faces lit up at the sight of their best friend, seemingly unharmed. But their smiles fell when they realised Logan didn't recognise them.
"What's going on? Who are they?" he asked his grandparents who were about to reply, when he caught sight of James.
"It's you! You're the ones that corrupted me and lead me into a life of sin! What are you doing here?!" he cried, pointing at them.
"Logie, it's me, Kendall. And James and Carlos. We're your best friends; I'm your boy-"
"No!" Logan shouted. "You are not my best friends. You're not even my friends! And I especially am not your male partner, Kendall, if that's even your real name! Liking the same gender is disgusting, it's vile. Anyone who likes the same gender is condemned to hell! I am not like you. I hate you!" With that he stormed off, leaving three crying boys on the doorstep.
"You should leave now" John said, slamming the door shut. Whatever that was, it was definitely not their Logie.

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