Hey! It's us again with another update! We hope you like this! It's our favourite chapter yet, we put a lot of effort into this and are both kinda proud with how it turned out. We only hope our efforts paid off. We're both sick at the moment, Anna is having problems with her Asthma and recently my symptoms have been causing me problems and the treatment too. So bare with us if the next update is a bit slow.

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Logan..." James began gently, reaching over slowly to carefully touch Logan's pale face. "Are you alright..?" Logan just watched his friend, confused before nodding a little.
"I think so, why wouldn't I be..?" Kendall, who was sitting next to James, reached out and placed his warm hand on Logan's shoulder, squeezing it gently in reassurance.
"You don't remember?" he questioned, his tone of voice and emerald eyes filled to the peak with worry. When Logan shook his head in confirmation that he didn't, Kendall sighed and smiled lightly at him. "They gave you some sort of drug, you were hallucinating. Are you sure you don't remember?"
"No, Kendall, I told you, I don't remember, last I knew I was lying in the bed talking to you guys...Now I'm on the floor..." He smiled up at them sheepishly. Kendall sighed once more, helping Logan unsteadily to his feet.
"You just had a little freak out is all, you were...were talking to someone, asking them not to take your wings." Logan paled for a second, looking at the floor in thought, before smiling up at them.
"I'm sure it was nothing! Really! Can we go soon? Just being here gives me the creeps..."

Kendall looked to James and Carlos. Logan had been bandaged up and he looked much better. He nodded.
"Yes, but only if you promise to rest for a few days when we get home. I agree with you though, it's not a nice place" He grabbed some of Logan's stuff and shoved it in a bag he acquired from a drawer. Luckily, Logan was wearing pyjamas rather than the normal hospital gown. They walked down the seemingly empty corridors trying to find an exit. Logan would have known if they were in any other part, but he had never been to this medical wing before and so they were basically helpless. They walked around and around, surprised they hadn't seen any of the people that worked there. They could hear though. Walking down one way, they could hear yelling and screaming, reminding Logan all too much of what he had been through during his stay there. However, down another corridor, there was no yelling or screaming. Sometimes muttered conversations, but not like the other part. It wasn't hard to figure out that one corridor obviously had the newer, unchanged patients, whilst the other held the people who had been forever changed. They passed one room and Logan gasped.
"T-t-that's the-the room with the electric chair" he whispered. The others paled at the thought of somebody strapping Logan to the chair and pluming volts into Logan's fragile body. Now they knew just what sort of pain he had been through.
"I'm sure this place is illegal. They can't be allowed to do all the things they do to these innocent people" James commented, looking at another room that looked to have various weapons in.
"Oh, it's not, I can definitely tell you that. But they had these big, bulky men whenever you went somewhere so you couldn't run away" Logan replied, remembering his time in this dreaded place.
"How much longer do you think it'll be before we reach the exit?" Carlos asked. Rather conveniently, they rounded a corner to see a door marked 'way out'. Thinking no more of it, they pushed it open and walked through. As soon as they were inside though, they found out it was another room. Bright lights started flashing in a repeating sequence. Red, blue, green...red, blue, green and so on. Kendall, James and Carlos didn't look to be effected, but Logan was.
"Guys...I feel...weird. I...I can't...think...straight" Logan told them. Even stringing together a complete sentence was hard as they heard a voice over an intercom.
"Hello boys. I see you're trying to take Logan home. Well, we don't like it when we fail a patient here. And that means we can't let Logan go without him being changed." They all looked at each other in horror.
"Well, we're not letting you take him!" Kendall shouted out. There was cackling, which echoed around the room and caused a shiver to run down each of the boys backs.
"On the contrary, I think you will find he will come quite willingly. Isn't that right, Logan?" Kendall, James and Carlos turned around to see Logan standing stock still and unblinking. His eyes were glassy again, but not because he had been drugged.
"What have you done to him?!" James yelled. More laughing followed.
"Let's just say the lights are very...hypnotizing, don't you think?" they all looked at each other as realization dawned.
"You-you've hypnotized him? Let him go!" Carlos seethed.

The voice over the intercom crackled back to life once more, the tone light and amused. "I'm sorry; I don't believe I can do that. Logan, back to the chair please. That's a good boy." It mocked, giggling slightly with insanity as Logan straightened up, eyes unfocused as his feet began to move against his will towards the electric chair room they had recently passed. Kendall gasped a little, lunging forward and wrapping his strong arms around Logan's slight waist, anchoring him to the spot.
"Logan you can't! They'll hurt you again! Snap out of it, please!" The blonde cried, burying his face into the back of Logan's neck as he held on. The brunette in his arms said nothing, robotically pulling himself free of Kendall's grip and continuing his short journey towards the large door before pushing it open.
"That's it, my angel, sit down; we must make you pure once more." The voice echoed as Logan's three best friends chased him into the horrible room. Logan silently made his way over to the electric chair, sitting down without hesitation and not even wincing when the metal restraints instantly clamped down around his thin, pale wrists, the helmet lowering down and resting on top of the brunette hair that framed Logan's head.
"Logan no! Stop! Don't let them!" Carlos yelled, trying to run over to his friend, struggling harshly when James grabs his arms and holds him back.
"Logan, please, snap out of it..." Kendall pleaded, looking up to the heavens. 'God, I may not believe, or be a Christian like Logan, but please, please don't let this happen, don't let someone who's so good and pure suffer any more like this, please!'
The voice over the intercom echoed to life once more. "Good boy, Logan, you'll feel much better after this."
Then, the lever lowered, allowing the volts to charge though Logan once again.

Logan didn't scream like they thought he would. His body juddered with the amount of electricity racing through it and his eyes squinted shut. The three boys could only watch on as bolt after bolt of electric current was passed from the chair into Logan's body. It seemed to be never ending as the force of the charge only increased every second. The intercom sounded again, a sound that had quickly become their worst enemy.
"Don't be afraid, Logan. You know this will help you. But, why don't you show these boys how it hurts to become pure again? Show them what they've done to you and the lengths we have to go to, to make your pure again" the voice boomed and as soon as it stopped, Logan started screaming. They were filled with anguish and pain, coming from his heart, where it hurt the most. The boys just wished they could make it stop. But, they couldn't. If they went near him, they would get shocked too. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the chair stopped and Logan's body shuddered to a stop. Logan's body slumped and he was panting heavily. Suddenly, the door to the room opened and in came a man, looking to be in his mid forties, with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. His nose was slightly crooked and his mouth held a sly grin. He was tall. Very tall. Taller than James and that was saying something.
"Hello boys, glad to finally meet you in person" he greeted mockingly. The metal restraints around Logan's wrists unclasped and his body sunk further in the chair.
"Logan! Come here!" the man all but shouted. Logan sprung back to life, his body stiffening again and his eyes going back to glassy. He stood up and walked over to the man who was treating him like some sort of experiment.
"Good, you are almost pure again and you want to be pure, don't you my angel?" he asked in a soft, almost caring voice. Logan's head bobbed up and down, nodding. The man's grin turned toothy, showing sharp, pointy canines.
"He doesn't mean that! He doesn't really think that! Stop this, now! Logan, come back to us!" Kendall ended his sentence almost begging. But Logan remained completely still. That was until the man said two, small but deadly words.
"Kill them."

Logan stiffened up for a second, before beginning to step forward with slow and deliberate steps, his whole body shuddering every now and again from the small remains of electricity still trapped within his system, but he ploughed through it like a trooper, simply following the commands his master had set. Kendall quickly looked around the room, trying to find some way, any way to escape the situation they'd found themselves in. Logan drew closer, his steps shaking a little more, legs too weak from the electrocution to hold him up steadily, it was then that Kendall noticed it.
The tears that had settled in Logan's unfocused cocoa eyes, the small hints of regret as the orbs struggled to focus on the three boys ahead of him. Kendall distantly felt Carlos pull on his arm, James taking the other while the two tried to pull him away and out of the room, away from their hypnotised best friend. But Kendall kept his feet firmly planted on the cold white marble beneath them, refusing to let his friends sway him.
"No, guys stop, I have an idea..." Kendall reassured, lighting pushing their grip from him. James laughed out a little in nervousness.
"Are you crazy, Kendall? He's going to kill us! Come on let's go!"
"No, James! Logan won't kill us! He can't kill a fly let alone his best friends! Just trust me!"
James and Carlos looked at each other, slightly concerned, but nodded a little, letting go of Kendall's arms and standing by his sides, letting out a small, cautious sigh as Logan approached closer.
"Logan," Kendall began. "You're Hortense Logan Henry Mitchell, We dated for ages, you're from Dallas, Texas, but moved to Minnesota in 3rd grade. You're Christian but believe in Gay Rights, you've always been close to your parents. Me and your mother used to call you Logie-bear in front of everyone simply to embarrass you, you love video games and reading, you want to be a doctor. God dammit, Logan, remember who you are! Don't do this!" Kendall panted for breath by the end of his little speech, both him and the other two friends who watched Logan waiting in anticipation, hoping the talk had done something to help. But, Logan just kept walking unsteadily towards them, a single tear now floating down his cheek.
"It... didn't work..." Carlos stated dejectedly, directing his sad gaze towards the floor. Kendall sighed, frustrated, while raking his fingers through the thick blonde hair upon his head.
"Then I guess I'll just have to settle with plan B," Kendall said before standing up straight and confidently walking the small amount of space that had been left between himself and Logan. Kendall stayed quiet as Logan's overheated hands wrapped around his throat, only smiling gently at the boy in front. Then, slowly but with purpose, Kendall leant forward, locking his lips with Logan's.
Everybody in the room froze with shock, just watching the two as the blonde of the couple pulled away, staring sadly into Logan's eyes.
"Please, Logie, come back to us. Come back to me. Please..." He pleaded gently, running his fingers down Logan's pale cheek with a tender movement. Logan's hands loosened from around Kendall's throat, and dropped down limply to his sides. Chocolate eyes widening slightly in shock and confusion as the milky hypnotic mist faded, Logan gasped, staring up at Kendall.
"I... you... Kendall... I love you..." With that said, Logan allowed his weak body to drop into a lifeless heap in Kendall's arms, unaware of the tall scientist screaming in rage that his hypnosis had been broken.

Kendall scooped Logan up and cradled him to his body. He had almost lost him...again. This was happening way too much.
"Uh, Kendall, we still have a problem" Carlos whispered to the manic man advancing on them, now looking incredibly mental.
"You might have broken my little hypnotic spell on him, but it won't last. His mind is too conflicted. It'll be easier to put him under again" he told all of them. Suddenly, the door burst open and in came three of the biggest, strongest men they had ever seen. They were all dressed in black and each wore leather, fingerless gloves. The men barged over, grabbing a boy each and causing Kendall to drop Logan. He landed not too gracefully on the floor. Another man entered and picked Logan up off the floor, holding him firmly. Logan picked this time to open his eyes again, looking extremely confused as he tried to see what had gone on in here. His eyes widened as he remembered and registered the strong, muscley arms wrapped around him. He started to struggle, but it was no use. Like the others, he was stuck fast.
"It's nice of you to join us again, my angel" he said, stroking Logan's cheek. "I have great plans for you, Logan, you just need to listen and everything will be ok." Logan pulled his head away from the touch as the man went to stroke his other cheek.
"I'm not going doing anything you say" he spat out, like vermin had entered his mouth. The man laughed.
"Oh, yes you will." he said bluntly. "How about we get to know each other first? Hmm? Ok, well my name is Caleb, Caleb Mayner and I have been running this group of institutes for ten years now. And you..." he stroked Logan's cheek again before Logan could flinch away. "You are my greatest achievement." Logan's eyes had narrowed with anger.
"I'm not some sort of...thing you created" he replied, seething with rage. Caleb chuckled darkly.
"Oh, but you are. You are my angel. My creation. You belong to me. I have great things planned for you, my angel, great, marvellous plans. But, for that to happen, you have to listen. And you won't listen unless I make you" he sighed as the man holding Logan, gripped Logan's head and yet another came in, holding Logan's eyelids apart. Logan kicked and thrashed, but he was too weak to accomplish anything. His vision was invaded by Caleb, more specifically his eyes. His...beautiful blue eyes. They were so...breathtaking. He could just sink into them. He felt safe in them. Logan cried out as he tried to get away from the man. His friends were screaming, but they could do nothing. Logan desperately tried to get away; he knew he was too weak to fight him for too long. Caleb's eyes became more prominent and soon Logan found he couldn't look away. They were so captivating. They shifted and looked as if to be changing, to gold. Logan gasped lightly as he felt himself leaning towards the beautiful things before him, his body not listening to his mind.
"That's it Logan, just look into my eyes and you'll feel so good. You'll feel so much safer" Caleb whispered, his voice now the only thing Logan could hear. This was scaring Logan, but suddenly, every coherent thought left his mind until it was blank and the only thing that mattered, were those lovely eyes and the voice that made him feel so safe. So secure.
"You're mine now Logan. You always were. I created you. I am your master. You will listen to only your master. Nothing anyone else does can bring you out of this. Your only wish is to serve me and to do as I say." Those words filled Logan's brain. They were now his purpose. He had to serve his master. Nothing they could do could bring him out of this. He was created. Caleb laughed and turned to the boys.
"Amazing isn't it?" he turned back to Logan and clicked his fingers. "Sleep now." Logan's eyes snapped closed and his body hung limp. Logan was soon taken out of the room by the man and Caleb went over to them.
"By the time you wake up, we'll be long gone. Goodbye." Before they could react, they all felt something hard smash into their heads and fell to the ground, seeing nothing but darkness.

Logan's eyes slowly opened, quickly being assaulted by a harsh, bright light from above his face. He sighed lightly, slightly confused by the actions that had just transpired what felt like moments ago. His head pounded in time with his pulse, the blood rushing through his temples being a sure sign that the bright lights were not heaven, he was sure that you couldn't get a major headache while dead. But, where was he? Hadn't Logan just been kissed by Kendall just seconds ago and had passed out in his arms, feeling safe and secure? No, something had happened after that, but the memories just weren't coming to him, every moment he tried to pull from the experience just turned out to be a blur. The brunette genius tried to sit up, quickly finding out that his body was strapped down by several thick leather straps that had been bleached white. His normal Pyjamas had been replaced with a white hospital gown, and from the breeze he could feel, Logan was positive that his pyjamas were no longer on his body beneath the gown.
"Tsk tsk, my Angel, don't try to move, it'll only make this harder." A voice echoed inside Logan's head. Jumping with shock at the weird sensation, Logan darted his cocoa eyes around the room, squinting slightly from the bright walls, and settled them upon the figure of Caleb in the corner. Memories rushed back to him, waking up after being pulled away from Kendall, being held tight while his best friends struggled at tried to get back to him, the beautiful, hypnotising blue eyes, then darkness. Where were his friends?
"Oh, I'm guessing you can hear me then, my Angel?"
Logan was once again shocked by the voice, eyes widening as he'd noticed Caleb's mouth wasn't even moving, but it was definitely his voice.
"H-how are you doing that?" Logan stuttered, his voice cracking harshly from the strain it had been put under.
"Ah, my dear Angel, you see, when they operated on your back and brain, they implanted some... shall we say... special abilities. This is just one of them, you being able to communicate with your mind. You can hear my thoughts, but I cannot hear yours. There may be other abilities, that is why you are here, to discover them. Your training will begin soon, which include Physical, Mental and Chemical Training. Each of these will allow us to unearth another ability. Oh, and don't even think about calling your friends for help, they'll never find us Logan. Never."

Logan panicked. How on earth could he get out of this? What was Caleb going to do to him? Why did he want to find out if he had any other abilities? All these questions running through his mind distracted him enough to not realise Caleb had undone the straps around his body. As soon as he did though, he leapt up and made a run for it out of the room they were currently in.
"Stop, Logan" Caleb ordered smugly. Logan's feet suddenly stopped and he had to put his arms out to balance himself against the abrupt halting of the limbs below him. No matter how much he tried to move forwards or even backwards, he couldn't. It was physically impossible. Caleb chuckled at the naive boy.
"Did you forget, Logan?" Logan only blinked in response.
"You're still under my control. Remember my eyes? I can make you do anything, my angel and that includes making you cooperate. That is unless you want to cooperate without my...help" he sneered.
"I will never cooperate with you!" Logan shouted.
"Ah ah ah, do not use that tone of voice with your master, my angel. In fact, whenever you speak to me, you are to use master" he said in the same ordering voice. Logan found his head nodding of its own accord.
"Good, now follow me" he instructed. Logan's feet moved and followed the towering man into a different room.
He was now in a blank, grey room. There was a prominent smell of disinfectant and a red stain in the far right corner which sent shivers down his spine.
"Stand in the centre" again, Logan's legs moved of their own accord and he stood where Caleb had told him to.
"Now, my angel, this is a physical test. I will be able to tell a lot from this. I pray to the Father himself that if this goes wrong, he shall forgive you of your previous sins and look after you in his kingdom." Logan took a few seconds to realise what he was saying before gasping. He could die? He didn't have any time to think about what it could be, because suddenly, the ceiling opened up and a rock, as big as a double Decker bus fell out. Right on top of Logan.

Logan screamed loudly, finding himself able to move again as he covered his head with his arms and lowered himself to the ground, curling as small as possible and praying to the lord that he wouldn't die. Caleb began to speak again. "No no no, My Angel, stand." He ordered, and of course Logan's body complied against his will.
The rock crashed down on Logan's poor abused body, eyes clouding over with the slight pain and dizziness that overtook him from the impact. But, surprising to Logan, he wasn't crushed the smithereens on the floor, the huge rock breaking into two like an egg shell on Logan's head. The brunette teenager felt a little blood rise to the surface of his scalp from the cut that had appeared, but Logan was smart enough to know that he should have a lot worse than that cut, his skull should have caved in with the force weight and mass of which the rock was.
"Ahh, excellent, my Angel, now we have confirmed you have a form of enhanced strength. It appears that blunt objects won't hurt you as much as they would if you were a human. Lovely little perks of being an Angel, isn't it?" Caleb mocked slightly, shooting Logan a sly grin.
"Yes, Master, lovely perks."

Caleb gave Logan three days to rest before his next 'training session'. 'Resting', meant Logan being strapped down to a bed and made to sleep whenever Caleb told him too. Of course, because he was under the man's control, he had no choice in the matter and unless he was woken up to eat (Caleb spoon feeding him, which was downright creepy) or drink (likewise with him holding the glass to his lips), he often found himself in a dreamland. It was when Caleb came in and unstrapped him, that he knew this would be a big day. He was yet again forced to walk ahead and down several corridors, before they ended up in a room containing a desk with three items on, a chair behind it and a chair in front of it.
"Sit, my angel" that name had never been dropped. Logan was getting so used to it that he didn't mind it anymore. Was that bad? Once Logan was sitting, Caleb began explaining the task.
"In front of you, my angel, are three objects. A pot of earth, a glass of water and a box containing a lit Bunsen Burner. We are going to see what you can do with these, my angel. If you don't cooperate, I will punish you severely, do you understand?"
"Yes...master" as much as Logan tried to refrain from saying the word, he couldn't help it, it just poured out of his mouth. Caleb snickered.
"Focus on each item and see if you can influence it in any way. Any way at all. Go on, try my angel." Caleb encouraged. Logan focussed. He put all of his strength into it. But he simply couldn't do anything to them. Caleb smiled smugly. This annoyed Logan, it annoyed him very much.
"Stop it!" he shouted. "Stop smiling! What are you even smiling at?!" Logan felt his anger rising within his body, bursting out in powerful waves.
"I hate you! You've taken me away from my friends, hypnotized me and now you're trying to see if I have all these weird abilities! No one should be made to do this, you're a monster!" his wings were flapping ferociously but not lifting him off the ground, his eyes flared with rage and his forehead drew into a frown. Suddenly, a huge gust of wind drew up, circling around Logan's form, building with force as he got angrier and angrier. Logan clenched his fists and the gale around him became somewhat of a tornado. Caleb smiled triumphantly.
"Well done, my angel. Looks like we have found your element." Logan looked around and his eyes widened at what he was doing.

Screaming out in fear and confusion at the swirling gases around him, Logan allowed the control to drop, falling to his hands and knees in violent shivers of terror. What had just happened? Had he done this? The institute really had turned him into a freak! What kind of Human could crack a rock like it was an eggshell, read peoples' minds and create a tornado just from being angry? He was no longer human, Logan had turned into a monster, and that scared him more than anyone would ever know. Gripping his dark hair so tightly that his knuckles turned a sickly shade of white, silvery tears leaked from the corners of the terrified teen's eyes and collected in a small puddle by his knees. Caleb chuckled darkly, running his fingers through his silky hair.
"Don't be scared, My Angel, you're amazing, my amazing, dangerous Angel. You and I will do wondrous things together, you can be sure of that. Soon, I will create others. Other super beings just like yourself, but you will be the best. The most special. The first. Together, our group of angels will take over the world."
Logan held fear in the pit of his heart; he knew Caleb was being serious.

Oooh! We hate Caleb! Do you? He's so evil! And the things that they have done to him, it's horrible! Will the torture ever end for Logie? You'll have to wait and see. Remember, please please please review! It'll make writing when you're sick all the worth while! It might even make us feel better! Let us know what you think about the characters, or what they've done to him or what you think might happen? Any suggestions? We love to read ALL of them! See you next time!

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