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Kendall sighed as he trudged through the mall, sidestepping people coming in the other direction absentmindedly, simply just out of habit. His mind wasn't focused on the task at hand, which just happened to be getting Carlos a surprise birthday gift from himself and James; it was fully focused on the events that had transpired two days ago. Logan had yelled at him, called him vile and disgusting, he'd even stated he hated Kendall and his friends. That was not his Logan, it couldn't be the boy he had fallen in love with. They'd taken his sweet, short lover and replaced him with a monster. He hadn't even seemed bothered that he hadn't seen his parents yet, who knew what lies that despicable place had implanted in his mind with their 'treatments'. Secretly, Kendall hoped that Logan had endured the pain for a few days at least, given the workers hell for trying to change him, and been the stubborn little brunette Kendall had grown up loving. The blonde sighed, running his hand through his golden hair, knowing he needed to put his mind on a different subject; he couldn't wallow in self pity the whole time. However, it seemed fate had a different plan for Kendall, since as he had been immersed in thought, he hadn't been watching where he was walking, and it didn't take long before...

"Ah!"

"Ouch!"
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Kendall slowly looked up to see the person he was apologising to, since it had technically been his fault. His heart pounded harshly in his chest when he saw the familiar head of brown spiked hair, with matching chocolate eyes staring at him. Those eyes that used to be filled with love for him, but were now glimmering with shock and hate.
"Do not use the Lord's name in vain, I won't allow it." Logan stated as he pulled himself up off the floor, retrieving his fallen bags while ignoring Kendall's outstretched hand made to help him. Kendall scanned around them, looking for the old couple who usually would not leave Logan's side, especially right now, but saw no one.
"What are you doing here, Logan?" He asked curiously, struggling to keep the love and hurt out of his tone, he had to remember this Logan wasn't his. Logan looked confused for a second, as if debating it himself.
"I... don't know, I just felt as though an important occasion was coming up, so I had to get the person a present. I'm not sure who or why, though. What's it to you? Leave me alone, please, I am not allowed to associate with you." With that said, Logan shoved Kendall out of his way and continued walking. Kendall knew that somewhere in the back of his mind, Logan had remembered Carlos's birthday, maybe there was some hope.

Logan arrived home, still unsettled about what this strange feeling was. He put his bags down in the hall and was greeted by his grandma.
"Logan, your teacher is here, she says she needs to examine your wings before you can get started, ok?" Logan smiled and followed her into the living room, where a woman who looked to be in her mid forties was getting out some medical equipment.
"Ah, you must be Logan. My name is Corrine Marshall, but you can address me by Ms. Marshall. Would you mind taking your top off? I just need to make sure you wings are still healing properly" she asked. Logan was slightly self conscious about taking off his t-shirt in front of a woman he had just met, but he knew that in order to check his wings were ok, she needed to look at them. Pulling the top over his head and then undoing the straps that kept his wings in place, they sprung out and glowed in the afternoon sun. Corrine walked round the back of him and started inspecting him. After a long wait, she was finished.
"Well, they're healing nicely, but I've decided not to start your schooling until next week, you need to rest otherwise you won't heal all the way. I have some pills to help you heal, take two, three times a day. Logan go and get some sleep whilst I talk to your grandparents" he smiled at her, grabbed his shirt and headed upstairs, and remembering to take up with him two of the pills beforehand.
Once he was safely out of hearing distance, John spoke up.
"So those pills, they'll make sure he forgets everything about his friends and family, right? Everything?"
"Yes, they are specially made so he'll forget all his relatives and friends and old life apart from you two, I would say that after only 2 days, he will have no recollection of any of those devils" Corrine replied.
"Perfect."

Once Logan had gotten to his room, the nagging feeling that he'd forgotten something important continued to eat away at him. Why was the upcoming date feeling so important to him? It couldn't have been too major like his own birthday since he would remember that, right? Maybe the anniversary of his parent's death? No, his grandmother would have been upset if that was coming up, after all it was her daughter. So what could it be? Curiosity got the better of Logan, reaching over to the small bag that his grandfather had brought with his belongings in. Hopefully, the item he was wishing for was in it, and luckily for Logan, the small cheap Nokia was buried at the bottom of the bag. Pulling the cell out, he quickly turned it on as he lay back on the bed, wincing gently as his aching wings protested to the force of being lain on. He scrolled through, heart jumping slightly when he saw the contact names in his phone. "Kendall" "James" "Carlos" "Mom" "Dad". Why were these numbers still in his phone? They were bad people, and his parents were dead, shouldn't he have deleted their numbers long ago? They'd poisoned him, tried to condemn him to Hell! But somehow, Logan couldn't bring himself to get rid of the 5 names staring back at him. He wanted to talk to them, surely, one phone call couldn't hurt? No, they'd plagued him, he couldn't, and it was too risky. What if he forgave them? He didn't want to, but it was always a possibility. Then he'd have to go back and face more pain to fix him again, he didn't want any more pain, so he'd have to stay away. But, looking back down at the names, Carlos stuck out to him, seeming to connect with the important event that had been bugging him so much. So the event was something to do with Carlos? Maybe it was his birthday in a few days, which had to be it! Logan looked back at the bag which he'd brought back up with him from the hall containing a new hockey helmet. He didn't know why that had stuck out to him, but it had. Why was this Carlos guy so important to him if he'd helped ruin his life?

Logan sighed, maybe he needed some more sleep like Ms. Marshall had said. There was something odd about that woman, something that didn't seem genuine. He looked to his bedside table where he had put the two pills. He reached for them and with one big gulp of water, swallowed them. What started happening next scared Logan. He became very dizzy, everything spinning around him. His vision became dimmer and everything seemed to be in a haze. What was he just thinking about? He tried to pinpoint his thoughts, eyes going wide in fright when he couldn't find what he had been thinking about before. Why had he suddenly forgotten? He looked to the bag again, a hockey helmet? Why did he buy that again? For someone's birthday? But, he couldn't remember whose. Hadn't he just been thinking about this mere seconds ago? How could he forget something so quickly? It was slightly worrying to him and he decided he needed to tell his grandparents. It could be a sign his wings weren't healing properly. As he got up however, the dizziness more than tripled along with a harsh wave of nausea and vertigo. He tried to take a step forward, but his knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor. His voiced seemed to be failing him also. This really wasn't fun. Then he noticed how incredibly tired he was, but couldn't fall asleep due to his head pounding against his skull. Suddenly, he felt himself being lifted and placed back on his bed, the person making sure his wings weren't scrunched up. They started humming softly whilst stroking his hair, something that was very calming to poor Logan. In fact, he felt his eyes drooping, more and more as the tune softly went on. He felt his wings curling themselves around him in a sort of blanket, making him feel even more relaxed and warm. The hand in his hair kept on stroking and the humming got softer and softer. Logan's eyes finally fluttered closed and the last thing he thought he heard before he drifted off was his grandmother's voice:
"You'll forget about them soon Logie, those pills will help. Soon, you'll be none the wiser to who they are."

The wind blew gently through Logan's unstyled hair as he walked through the park, the grass gently tickling his bare feet as he made his way across the large field. It was an overcast day, large grey clouds circling through the air above his head, not another human being in sight for miles around. It was the perfect time to test out the new limbs that were merged with his back. Ms. Marshall didn't want him to fly for another week or so, but Logan couldn't wait that long although his grandparents agreed with the woman. He wanted to fly and start doing good now, not wait for another week, the pills were working, and so what was stopping him? He sighed lightly, taking in the calming damp air; his mind was clear and free of worries as he pulled off the thin blue shirt he had been wearing. Checking once more that there was no one around, Logan undid the strapping that held the white beasts close to his back and let the large feathered structures spring free, bursting out from his back and spreading wide around his body. The white feathers shone gently in the little light the sun was allowing the give him due to the overcast skies, but he didn't care, they reflected the light beautifully in streams of silver and light gold. He let a sigh escape his chapped lips once more, ruffling his wings slightly as the breezes cooled and eased them from the cramped position they had been before, it felt wonderful. He tensed the muscles in his back, pulling the wings down for a few experimental beats, a grin breaking out on his innocent face as they lifted him a few inches from the ground. Teenage hyperactivity getting the best of Logan, he placed his feet back on the floor before jumping up and wooping lightly, fist pumping the air in celebration. He'd done it! He could fly if he'd really wanted to! But unfortunately, Logan had ran away from his grandparents in order to try this out, if he'd stayed out any longer, it was a possibility they'd find out he was gone, and Logan didn't want to cause any trouble. He settled back down, adjusting the large wings so they were flat against his back, folded against his spine and reattached the strap that kept them still, before pulling his shirt back on and beginning to run back home. But, unbeknown to him, two tall boys sat amongst the trees right by where Logan had just been, and had seen everything. James turned to Kendall, pain and confusion etched into his brown eyes. Kendall, who's eyes were beginning to gleam with tears, directed his gaze away from his best friend, settling them on Logan's retreating figure.
"Logie, what have they done to you?"

"And then he took his shirt off and he had wings!" James exclaimed to Carlos, the only one who didn't know about the recent events.
"Wings? How can he have wings? He's human" Carlos asked, he did believe them, he was just confused as to why Logan would suddenly have wings when he hadn't had them before. Before he went to the centre. "You think they gave him wings?" he inquired. James and Kendall nodded.
"He even left the ground for a bit! It looked like they hurt a bit though, so it has to have been recent." James told him.
"I think they gave him the wings, why? I don't know, but it's another thing they've done to him to make him different" Kendall put out. The boys all lapsed into a thoughtful silence.
"We'll go back" Kendall says out of the blue. James and Carlos look on, puzzled. "We'll go back to the field. Logan's bound to go there, he got off the ground today but he didn't fly. You could see it in his eyes how much he wanted to." he explained.
"And if he wants to fly, he'll go back...and then we'll confront him" James added, seeing where this was going.
"And we'll find out why Logie has wings! Well...that's if he talks to us..." Carlos said glumly. The little Latino never liked it when he or his friends got into fights, so he was taking the whole situation quite hard. Their happy expressions all withered slightly as he said this.
"Wait! Carlos, you know you're birthday a few days ago?" Carlos nodded. "Well, when I was buying your present, I bumped into Logan. More like collided. He had a few bags and said that he felt like he had to buy a present for someone but he didn't know why or who. That person was you Carlos! He remembered your birthday, but he didn't know it. There's something that's making him forget more and more each day, I'm positive of it. But, if he still has feelings like that, then we'll be able to un-brainwash him! He'll be our Logie again." So they agreed, tomorrow they would go back to the field and try and see Logan.
"Wait" said James. "You think he's been brainwashed?" he asked.
"I don't think" replied Kendall. "I know."

Logan climbed through his bedroom window easily, and thankfully it didn't look as though his grandparents had noticed his absence yet. He knew he was being bad by sneaking out, but the Lord would forgive him for just wanting to get a hang of his new gift early, right? After all, he was one of his angels now; he needed to learn as soon as possible! As always, the two small white pills were waiting on his bedside table with a glass of water, waiting for him to take them. He began to approach, knowing it was time for his last dose of the night, but were the pills really doing what they were meant to? His wings were slowly beginning to get less sore yes, but the way they made his head feel every time he took them, the way more often than not he'd black out only seconds after the pills slid down his gullet, was that meant to happen? Also, every time he'd awaken in the morning, it felt as though more and more of himself was slipping away, further and further out of reach, he was beginning to forget basic things, his Grandmother had even had to remind him of his own age. Was it a side effect of the pills? Was he meant to lose all the things that made him Logan Henderson? That name still didn't sound right to him; he should have kept his parents' name even after their death, right? He sighed, picking up the two pills and throwing them in his mouth, gulping them down with a large amount of water. A grin spread upon his face as the usual dizziness and nausea didn't set in, maybe it was a side effect and he was getting over it? He hoped so, he hated the way he got so sick 3 times a day. But then, the pain set in. It was unbearable as Logan let out a heart wrenching scream of agony, falling to his knees and gripping hold of his hair with white knuckles. Pain burned through every pore of his body, the feeling of thousands of syringes stabbing into the same spot all over, volts of electricity shattering through his prone form. Logan could feel blood trickle out of his nose as he continued to scream in agony, his pure wings bursting free from their strapping and flapping harshly against Logan's will, pulling his body from the floor towards the ceiling. It didn't take long for his Grandparents to burst into the room, alerted by Logan's horrible screams that something was dearly wrong. Suddenly, the screams stopped, his wings stopping their steady beat and allowing Logan's unconscious form to drop like a stone. John acted quickly, rushing forward to grab the limp boy before he hurt himself on the wooden floor, and carefully placed him on the bed.
"We need to call Ms. Marshall, make sure that was normal. I never want my grandson in that much pain again." He told the old woman beside him, who nodded in agreement and took off downstairs.

Logan groaned as he came to. Why did his head feel like it had been bashed into a wall? He slowly cracked open his eyes, shielding them when the lights brought even pain to his aching head.
"Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?" His grandmother asked as she stroked back some strands of hair from his eyes lovingly. "You scared us a bit honey, we had to get Ms. Marshall to come down to check on you" she told him, looking out the door at something.
"What's wrong then? Why did it hurt so much?" He asked, alarmed when his voice came out raspy and soft.
"Logan, your body rejected the pills today, we don't know why, but they did."
"Rejected? But, it was fine for all the other times" he replied confused.
"Ms. Marshall said that sometimes it can happen. She's given you a stronger dosage, which will probably be strong enough so your body won't fight it. You'll have to take it an extra two times a day but-"
'No" Logan interrupted firmly.
"What?" His grandma was clearly shocked that he was speaking to her like that.
"No! I won't take those pills anymore! They cause pain and pain means I've been bad. I haven't been bad so it's wrong! I'm not taking them!" He was sitting up now, furious for some reason.
"Honey, you need to take them they-"
"Why are you so stuck on me taking these pills? They don't do anything! You know what, I'm out of here!." With that Logan ran out as fast as he could. He needed to get out of there. He ran and ran and ran until he knew where he was going. He was going to fly.

It didn't take long for Logan to arrive at the large field in which he'd felt so free the day before, the breeze was colder, more soothing to his burning temper as he breathed quickly. That pain, he'd never felt anything like it before. He could probably be gutted a thousand times over and only feel a small amount of what he had blacked out to the night before. How could a few stupid pills in his system do that? What chemicals were really in those little white capsules, Logan wondered. He took a deep sigh, allowing the cool air to fill his painful lungs, still raw from the screams they had expelled. His grandparents had wanted him to continue taking those pills, why? Had they enjoyed seeing their grandson in so much pain? Logan didn't know, but right now he knew something fishy must be going on, it had to be. However, now he didn't care for the rules, he hadn't broken them and God had still allowed him to feel intense pain. He once again pulled off his shirt, which happened to be his Pyjamas since he'd not had time to get changed before storming out of his home. His wings weren't even strapped to his back since sleeping with them so cramped against his back wouldn't have helped them heal. He slowly stretched out the beautiful white feathers, smiling as he once again saw them shimmer and gleam in the sunlight.
"Logan..?" The weak and pleading tone in which his name had been spoken caused Logan to whip around, instinctively drawing his wings close around him for protection. In front of him stood a tanned Latino boy with large, chocolate brown eyes, staring at him pleadingly. Alarm bells went off in Logan's head, however, he couldn't put his finger on why. He recognised this boy, but only very faintly, he couldn't put a name to the face. Logan cursed himself under his breath, begging God to forgive his stupidity. He should have checked that no-one was around before getting his wings free.
"Logan, that's you right? Do you remember us?" Logan quickly turned again, this time focusing on a tall, brunette boy who stared back at him. This one's skin was flawless; his hair straightened and prepared even though the damp air would probably ruin it. However, his white knuckles gripping onto the slightly long sleeves of his sweater showed Logan that he wasn't as confidant as he'd like to appear.
"Please, Logan, please remember us!" The last voice struck a chord within Logan. He turned, his eyes slowly meeting the emerald gaze of the blonde in front of him. The sadness in his voice caused Logan to feel so many emotions. Guilt, worry, concern and...was that Love?

Love? Love to another person of the same gender? That's preposterous, he couldn't love him like that. Besides, he barely knew them. He didn't know them. He had to find out.
"W-who are you?" their faces two on two expressions, one of relief that he was actually talking to them, but the other made their countenance drop in sadness. He really didn't remember them.
"We're your-" James stopped himself. He didn't think they were best friends anymore, well, at least not his best friends. "I'm James, that's Carlos and that's Kendall." Kendall. That name made his heart flutter in more ways than one, but he couldn't describe how. It seemed a foreign concept to him. It confused him.
"We used to be best friends-" he took a look at Logan's face "and before you start to protest, it's true we were."
"But...you were the people that corrupted me! You-you caused me to-to go against God!" Logan sounded so conflicted, where they actually getting through to him? Kendall thought he'd try a different angle.
"What did they do to you in there Logan? You have...wings" he said for lack of words to describe this phenomenon. He was truly disgusted by how they had changed Logan, not just mentally, but physically as well.
"They gave me my wings, it was my destiny" Logan replied. And he liked them as well? His Logie really had been messed with.
"Logan...who's destiny is to...to get wings? How did you even get them in the first place?" He didn't want to push it, Logan was talking to them properly for the first time in days. Logan debated whether he should tell them, but he figured he needed to. It was another feeling that seemed almost right. What put him so at ease with telling them everything?
"It was my destiny. I'm an angel, always have been, now I can be one like I was meant to be all along." They certainly weren't expecting that to come out of his mouth.

Kendall began to shake his head slowly, his golden bangs moving slightly with the motion, his eyes were filling with glistening tears over Logan's words. Had they really changed him so much?
"No, Logan, you're human, like us." He gently told him, hoping not to push Logan away and make him close up once more. "You're not destined to be an angel." Logan frowned lightly, looking confused as he debated what he was just told. Could it be true? Were the people who gave him wings lying to him, or were those complete strangers who had ruined his life and almost wrote his contract to the devil trying to change his mind? Logan pulled away from Kendall's grasp, glaring lightly, but Carlos soon had his hands tight around Logan's forearms, stopping him from escaping.
"Please, Logan, you have to listen to us! They've been brain washing you!" Carlos's eyes filled with tears. "I want my best friend back!" Logan stared at Carlos in silence for a long time before nodding a little.
"Okay, I'll listen to what you have to say."

Kendall, James and Carlos all open their mouths, about to begin the biggest explanation of their lives when they're cut off by two car doors slamming. They all looked over to see Logan's grandparents furiously marching over to them, the anger on their faces was so intimidating that Carlos clutched onto James' arm for protection.
"LOGAN HENDERSON! What on earth do you think you're doing?! Storming out of the house, coming here and talking to them?! And most importantly...you showed them YOUR WINGS?!" John yelled seething, the veins in his neck popping out.
"Put your shirt on right now young man! You're coming home with us right now and reading the whole bible 10 times! Come on!" his grandmother shouted. Logan timidly put his shirt back on, his eyes not leaving his grandmas red face. "Good! Now come home with us and don't say another word to them! In fact, don't even look at them! You're an angel now Logan, you have to realise that you can't go around with people like them! They're condemned to hell. Angels aren't meant to associate with them." She gave a tug on Logan's arm and he moved over to her, not out of choice though. He was about to follow, Logan knew what she was saying was true. He was an angel and angels were meant for good, people who were condemned to hell were bad. Of course they were. But then he remembered what the three boys had said. Had he really been best friends with them? Was he really meant to be an angel? Logan rethought that last part. Yes, he was positive he was, which made them wrong, right? They were wrong, weren't they? Whilst Logan was thinking all of this, he didn't realise that his grandpa had also grabbed his other arm and they were leading him back to their car. Kendall, James and Carlos were screaming at him.
"Please! Logan! You're not an angel! Don't believe them! Logan! Logie!" the last part was so pleading that he tried to turn around, but his grandparents had such a tight grip on him and he was already in front of the car. They pushed him in the backseat and strapped him in like he couldn't do it himself. They sped away and Logan could only look back at the three forlorn boys before they were out of view. He turned around hastily as he felt a prick in his lower arm to see a syringe halfway emptied in his arm. He looked up at his grandma who smiled softly. "I'm sorry honey, but this is what's best for you" she took the syringe out of his arm and watched as her grandson suddenly became very relaxed and sleepy. Logan's eyes were drooping, further and further. Why had she just injected him? What with? The last voice he heard was his grandpa's as he fell into unconsciousness. "That'll put him to sleep for about 5 hours. By that time we'll be at the new house. Once we're moved and all settled in, we can start the treatments again. He'll forget them then and we'll live out wonderful lives in our home town of Texas. He'll love it."

Ooh, so what's going to happen to poor Logie? Are they moving him to Texas? We swear those grandparents are getting even more evil every chapter! What do you think? Again, reviews are a really nice thing to see, especially after we've posted our longest chapter yet. It would really be nice if you could just take 5 seconds to review, we promise we do read every one of them!

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