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The first thing Logan noticed when he swam into consciousness was that he didn't recognise the ceiling above his eyes. It was a light grey in colour, a small bare light bulb hanging from the usual cord. His own room at his grandparents was much more decorated and furnished. He slowly rose from his flat position on the bed, taking note of every ache and pain. His arm burned slightly when moved, and turning to inspect the offending limb, Logan wasn't surprised to see the small telltale prick that he had been drugged. His head still felt as if someone had pumped his ears full of water, the sounds echoing around him, while his mouth seemed to be filled with cotton. Logan had never hated drugs more than he did right now. Slowly but surely, Logan swung his legs over the side of the bed, slowly pulling himself up. His knees shook slightly under his weight, yet thankfully held. He began to quietly walk, taking it slowly, only step by step since his body was still shaking and weak from the drugs running through his system. Due to his unsteady pace, it took Logan a good 5 minutes to find the staircase in this unfamiliar house, slowly beginning his decent down them, his tired eyes carefully took in the pictures running down the whitewash wall. They were all of him and his grandparents as Logan grew through his years, beginning when he was just a few months old as a baby, cuddled up his younger looking grandfather's arms, to his first day of school where his grandmother was proudly holding him while his late mother smiled in the background, his 10th birthday, blowing out the candles while grinning like an idiot, and many other moments of time in his life. Why had he been so angry at his grandparents? They'd always been there for him; the least he should be able to do is be loyal to their wishes. But, something in Logan's heart told him that they were wrong, those boys he'd seen back in the field before his grandparents had stormed in, could they have been telling the truth? Logan was experience feelings he didn't knew where to place, why did he feel guilt for leaving them? Longing to be back by those three boys' sides? It was just all so confusing.

Logan tried to find his way around the unfamiliar place, looking for his grandparents. He entered a gigantic kitchen, much bigger than any he had ever seen before. It had a country feel to it, brown counters with grey marble surfaces and a big island in the middle. It looked to already be stocked up as he saw many of the things from their old kitchen in it. Next was a study, with a very modern computer and fish tank, a big library with a dozen books in (he was sure he would like spending time in there), a bathroom and several reception rooms. This house was massive! He would probably get lost soon enough. Logan finally walked into what seemed to be the main living room; it had a large TV, three brown leather couches, a few books shelves, a coffee table and massive French windows looking out into a field-like garden and...wait, was that a pool? He directed his attention back to the occupants of the room. Sitting on the couches were his grandparents, his grandpa watching the horse racing and his grandmother reading a magazine. When they saw their grandson shuffling in, John quickly got up and helped him sit down next to his grandmother. Logan leaned back, resting his head. The drugs that were still clogging his body were making him feel nauseous. He suddenly remembered why he had tried to find them in the first place.
"Why did you drug me?" he asked bluntly. His grandparents shared a look, silently communicating with their eyes.
"Well...those boys were...they were trying to lead you down the wrong path again sweetie, we had to make sure they didn't start to influence you in the wrong way again." His grandmother replied smoothly.
"Oh, so drugging me and taking me to this strange house was the answer? Why couldn't you just talk to me?"
"We-we didn't know what you would say, we always wonder if what we're doing is enough, we know you miss your parents and we know we can never live up to them. We know you don't love us as much as you did them." They were now playing the guilt trip card, and his grandparents knew it. But, this was the only way to make Logan cooperate.
"No! I do love you, really I do. You've been nothing but loving and caring towards me, I'm sorry I ever doubted your judgement. Angels are meant to listen to their elders, right?" His grandparents nodded, smiles of accomplishment on their faces.
"Do you like this place Logan? We're in the area that we grew up in, you grew up in before we all moved to Minnesota. We think living here in Texas will be a good thing, it's more religious over here in this neighbourhood than in Minnesota as well. Plus, there's a sister centre to the one in Minnesota, so the people can still come to check up on you and teach you." Logan thought about what they had said.
"Well I guess that's...great." he replied.
"Good, and Logan, now we're away from them, can you promise us you'll take your pills, they won't cause any more pain." Logan looked hesitant, but this would help him. And who was he to deny the sweet people who only had his best interests at heart? He took the stronger medication from them and swallowed the tiny tablets, lying down as yet again he felt extremely woozy. However, all the time he had been down here, he couldn't shake this one thing off his mind, it was implanted there firmly. And that one thing...was Kendall.

The blonde in question was now sat at the dinner table with his mother, younger sister, James and Carlos. When the three boys had come home with tears in their eyes and heavy hearts, Jennifer Knight knew the perfect cure, that cure just so happened to be Dinosaur chicken! Kendall picked at his food, his emerald gaze directed towards the pine table, since they had all sat down, hardly any food had passed through Kendall's lips, and he was too focused on what they'd seen at the park. Logan had agreed to listen to them; if they'd just spoken a little quicker they possibly could have brought him back to them! But no, those devil's helpers themselves had come and torn poor Logan away from them, just as they'd been getting somewhere. Kendall could still remember the look on his best friend's face, one full of confliction and confusion; those people were messing with his head! Filling it with lies and taking out everything that made Logan the amazing person he was! Kendall didn't like it, not one bit. The Logan he knew was logical and a deep thinker, wanting to know anything about everything. That was one thing that had always confused people about their favourite brunette, there was no logical theory or explanation behind the existence of God, but Logan believed it with all of his heart, yet everything else had to have an explanation to be real to him.
"Kendall? Are you alright? You've hardly touched your dinosaur chicken." Kendall's mom brought him out of the dazed mindset that he had put himself in, blinking wearily for a second to try and bring his mind back to reality instead of the dark thoughts of wonder, wonder over whether he'd ever get his boyfriend back.
"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine, just not feeling very hungry right now." He proved his point by letting his fork fall back onto the plate, sighing a little as the piece of cutlery clashed with the porcelain plate. "I'm gonna head upstairs and watch a movie, Carlos, James, wanna join me when you're done eating?" Kendall smiled lightly at them as they nodded then headed up to his bedroom, scanning through his movie collection until he found Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2. Placing it in his DVD player and grabbing the remote, Kendall lounged back on his bed and watched as it began. Although he loved the film, watching it filled Kendall's heart with sadness. This had always been his and Logan's film, their first date having been going to see part 1 together, then again going to see part 2 a year later when it was released in the cinema. Every week it was their Sunday night tradition to sit down together, cuddle up and watch a Harry Potter movie, and it hurt that it could possibly never happen again. Feeling slightly empty, Kendall reached over and grabbed the large stuffed turtle that lay beside his pillow. It wasn't much compared to the extravagant gifts some couples gave each other, but Logan had bought it for him last Christmas, it was all he'd been able to afford and had to save up a few weeks just to get that. The stuffed animal meant everything to Kendall, especially now that he didn't have the real Logan to hold. It didn't take long for Carlos and James to join him, taking in the heartbreaking sight of Kendall curled up on the bed fully dressed, his face buried deeply into the turtle's soft furry shell, trying to hold in his tears which were swimming with memories. The film was drawing to the end now, Kendall having come out from his little curled up position to watch as Neville jumped up and sliced Nagini's head clean off with the sword of Gryffindor, grandpa cardigan and all. A smile graced Kendall's pale face, after he and Logan had gone to see this film together, Logan had become obsessed with wearing cardigans, said something about if Neville could save the Wizarding World in a cardigan, he'd better wear them too, just in case he was needed. Although Logan was smart, no-one could say he wasn't a joker as well. Sighing a little, Kendall let his head droop onto Carlos's shoulder, he missed his Logan so much.

3 weeks he had been in this new house. Everything went by relatively normally. His grandparents were relaxed and happy. He was relaxed and happy. And...well, maybe he was relaxed...and yes, he was happy, but ever since the day they moved in, he couldn't shake the image of those three boys who apparently had been best friends with him for life. Even if they hadn't of said it, he could tell by the loving yet hurt look that graced their features. He hadn't gone back on his promise. He did take those pills and now his wings were fully healed; they didn't hurt anymore and he could fly properly now. But, the pills didn't affect him in the way that his grandparents thought they did. He did forget most things from his past, but the one-or rather three things he couldn't forget were those boys. Kendall, James and Carlos. He had been having weird dreams. They were fuzzy, but he could always see himself on an ice rink, in the dead of winter, dressed in nothing but a bobble hat and scarf. There were others. Three others. And now, he was almost sure, almost positive, that the three in his dream were Kendall, James and Carlos. He sighed as he rounded another corner. The house was so old that it had secret passages and he had said to himself that today he would finally explore them. He opened up another door and what he was met with confused him. Boxes. Lots and lots of boxes, some piled on top of each other and some just thrown about. He thought they had unpacked everything by now. Picking up the largest box, he sat on floor and opened it up. He must have jumped ten feet high from what he saw on top. There, staring back at him was a photo. It pictured four boys all around the age f 10. They were obviously celebrating something, considering there was a trophy and they were all in hockey jerseys. But, the boys-there was no mistaking that they were Kendall, James, Carlos and...him. In fact, Logan looked happy with them. Digging further into the box, he found more photos, more recent ones. And suddenly, it came back to him. They were all best friends, Kendall was his boyfriend, he followed God but didn't hate homosexuals. What had he become? His grandparents hadn't helped him, they'd destroyed his life, his friend's lives and moulded him into what they wanted him to be. An angel. Was he even meant to be an angel? He didn't know the truth about everything, but he definitely knew one thing he needed to do. He needed to get out of there, away from his grandparents, and back to his friends.

Logan waited until the dead of night to make his move, carefully creeping down the hallway with a plastic bag full of clothes and belongings clutched in his arms. Joining the clothes in the bag were the photos he'd found, he didn't fully trust those three boys yet, but he knew they'd been telling the truth, he just had to remember them, remember who he was. He must have been special to the boys for them to get so upset over him, right? Right, that had to be the truth, that was real, they cared for him, they wanted him to be alright. Logan made sure that his grandparents were sleeping peacefully, since finding the pictures he'd been putting on an act, making sure they expected nothing, they'd fallen asleep with smiles on their faces, assuming everything was right with their grandson again. They'd brainwashed him to 'help' him? How could he know what was right and wrong anymore? Logan shook the thoughts from his head and made his way out of the house, slowly and quietly closing the door behind him. The air was chilly through his thin pyjamas, causing him to shiver slightly, both with the cold and excitement. This was it, he was escaping, he was really doing this! Looking up into the clear night sky, Logan prayed, he asked God to forgive him for going against his elders, but he needed to leave, he needed to do what was best for himself rather than what people were brainwashing him to be. He was Logan, no-one else. They'd even deformed him and gave him wings! Surely, if God had wanted him to be an angel, he would have been born with the wings, not have had them surgically added, but that was beside the point, he was stuck with them now. Spreading his now pain free wings out from their cramped position against his spine, Logan slipped the feathered limbs through the convenient slits he'd cut into the back of his shirt. The flight to Minnesota would be long and he was bound to get lost, so he should at least try to stay as warm as possible by being able to keep his shirt on while flying. He beat his wings down a few times, sighing in bliss as he was lifted off the ground, going higher and higher until he was soaring with the clouds, it was an amazing feeling, staring down at the earth as though the people were mere ants, he felt powerful and in control. He turned in the air a few times, soaring through loops and making patterns in the clouds, laughing joyfully as the puffy shapes of water soaked him to the core. But now it was time to stop messing around and begin flying to Minnesota, get back to his friends and Kendall, he hoped they enjoyed seeing him arrive, he wanted to surprise them, and especially when he told them he believed them. Logan still didn't fully understand why he wanted to see these three boys light up with glee, it was still engrained in his mind that these boys were evil, but he loved them as brothers deep in his heart, and no amount of brainwashing would change that.

Kendall, James and Carlos were preparing for another day without Logan. James and Carlos had slept round Kendall's last night, so that they all could get more comfort, but so they knew that none of them would go anywhere either. Everyone had just gotten downstairs for breakfast, about to sit down and at least try to eat without having an empty hole in their chests from when Logan had left and ripped their hearts out. Kendall had his fork in hand, deciding that he should finally try to eat at least half a plate full because Logan wasn't coming back into his life anytime soon, when the doorbell rung. Finding it strange for someone to be ringing the doorbell at 8:15 in the morning, the three boys got up and went to answer the door, in case any of them needed extra protection. They had been a lot more paranoid since Logan was taken away from them as well. Something like because one of their foursome had already been snatched from their grasp by his evil grandparents, another could as easily be ripped apart from them in the blink of an eye. They literally didn't trust anybody they didn't know or hadn't met. Kendall looked back at James and Carlos as they stopped in front of the oak wood door. He placed his hand on the door handle and slowly brought it open. What they saw shocked them into oblivion. They really weren't expecting to see him ever again. For, standing right outside on their doorstep, soaked to the skin, was Logan. He was wearing pyjamas that were drenched with water, to match his dripping hair that was plastered to his forehead. His wings were by his sides, squeezing through two slits in the back of his shirt. He was panting like he had been on an incredibly long journey. And they it dawned on the boys. Had he flown all the way from where his grandparents moved him to here? For them?
"Logan" Kendall whispered, it barely being there due to the pure shock each of the boys were going through. Logan smiled hesitantly, like he still didn't trust them, but trusted them more than when they last saw him. He spoke, still panting.
"I...I-made...it" with that, his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed, falling forward into Kendall's open arms.

Kendall's green eyes were wide in disbelief as he held the fallen boy tight in his grip, the whole situation feeling very unreal. He would have sworn it was a dream had he not been able to feel Logan's light, swallow breaths against his chest. Carlos was the first to snap out of the daze that Logan's appearance had put them in, quickly grabbing Logan's ankles and helping Kendall get him inside and onto the couch. Kendall shouted for his mother as they lay Logan down, hurriedly stripping the frozen pyjamas from his shivering body, to most people this would be strange, three fully grown boys pulling off the clothes of the smaller one, but to them it was just normal. Logan was soaking wet and was going to get sick if he didn't take the clothes off soon, and he had nothing, apart from the wings, that they hadn't seen before, so what was the problem? Jennifer Knight hurried into the lounge, gasping slightly when she saw Logan lying just in his boxers with pure white wings wrapped around him protectively, his skin was pale, contrasting harshly with the red flush that had developed on his cheeks. She knelt beside the boy she'd grown to care about as a son, gently placing her hand on his feverish forehead. "He's burning up," she informed them sadly, deciding to ask about the wings and why on earth Logan was actually there anyway another time. Making her way over to the closet, Jennifer Knight pulled out a thick woollen blanket, tucking it around Logan and his wings while telling James to go get a damp and cold towel, which he did without question. Tears gently rolled down Logan's cheeks as he slept, the odd pained whimper escaping his paled lips as fevered dreams haunted him. Kendall reached over, gently wiping one of the tears away with the pad of his thumb. 'No matter what they've done to you Logan, I'll help you; I'll bring you back to us.'

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