For around twenty minutes Logan tried to calm down while Roman drove in silence. The dark forest passed around them and soon started to thin to a dead and dried out meadow. When Roman pulled into a parking lot, Logan  didn't notice. When he pulled him out of the car and started to talk and walk with him, it didn't register. When he was finally able to focus on things he looked around the place to where he was kidnapped. 

   He was in a big room, it was lined with red chairs and posters with shitty mental well being quotes. There was a big dark desk with a tried looking young woman sitting behind it. Roman stood in front of the desk, talking and signing papers. To his right were two glass doors he assumed he entered from, to his left were two heavy looking doors with a guard on each side. 

   He turned back to Roman to see a bank card being handed over. Logan shot up from his seat with a yelp. The four people in the room turned to him.

   "Roman! What the fuck is happening?" 

   "Logan, calm down. It's gonna be okay." Roman started to walk over to his brother in law. "You're gonna be okay, you just need to calm down."
   Roman reached his hands out to Logan, who slapped them away. He took a running start to the front doors before:

   Logan? Calm!

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   When Logan woke up he was in a bed. Sunlight was gleaming through two windows behind him. To the left was a messy bed with a green quilt tossed over it. He swung his legs out of the bed and looked at the door that was a few feet away from where his feet once were. He walked over to it and looked out the small window. The hallway outside the door seemed abandoned and the door unlocked. Logan only realized he was barefoot when his feet touched the cold tile. He turned to look back in the room, a pair of white slippers tucked slightly under his bed. He went to grab them, the door swinging shut to show off a mirror placed next to it. 

   Logan was in loose white clothes, baggy pants and a shirt that was tied up in the back. He only noticed now that his glasses were missing from his face. He flew around to see if they were even with him. They sat on the windowsill closest to the bed he woke up in. He grabbed them and looked out the window while pushing them onto his face.

   There was an empty yard filled with dirt and dead grass. He turned and walked back to the door, pushing it open and stepping into the long hallway. There was talking and laughter down the hall, he followed it. As the sound grew so did Logan's heart rate. He finally found a bend in the hall filled with laughter and yells pouring out. There was a man standing on one of the tables yelling out rumbles as guards tried to get him down. Everyone else in the room was laughing like he was an old friend at a reunion.

   The man wore the same clothes as Logan, but it seemed looser as his shoulders slid in and out of view. He had a wide smile that showed a missing tooth and the gap in between his two front teeth. A mustache covered his top lip like a curtain. Among all his strange features one thing stood out, the bright garnet eyes that shone with a kind of passion that would seem deadly on any other man, but to him they looked… happy. 

   His eyes seem to catch on Logan and he stops dead in his tracks. He straightens his stance, his smile widening as he turns to one of the guards at his feet and blows him a kiss before hopping down from the table. He quickly skips over to Logan, tilting his head. Everyone looked at him, only now noticing he was there. 

   "Now, who might you be, sweet cheeks?"

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I'm back, baby! I thought I could keep going again, then computer wouldn't let me log on, so I can't really do much story writing. I'm gonna hope it gets better. Anyway I already have next week's update ready. So, let's go!

               -Theo