True Deceit

Chapter 56: 11 Years Earlier- Part 1

TW- Blood, anaesthetics, panic, violence. 

Hello Readers! I really hope you enjoy this chapter, it is a little longer and was so much fun to write! There may be some errors since I was tired by the end. Please write to me comments  :))  P.S I updated my cover! Do you prefer this one, or the previous one? Also, I'm having trouble adding photos to my chapters so if anyone has any info, could you please share it with me? 

P.P.S I just learnt that the word contour and conjure mean slightly different things, so anytime you see the word contour in this chapter just mentally change it to conjure. Okay? I am TIRED. (Also fuck the English language. It's so annoying that I would make this mistake, and it's because of all our stupid silent letters and spelling gizmos.) P.P.P.S Fruck* this chapter is emotionally labouring. *A hybrid  of the words frick and fuck. Lol I'm tired. I'm ranting. Stop reading my pointless message. Get on with the story! 

Logan pressed his white medical journal to his chest, a flash flood of guilt rising in his stomach as he inched along the the light side corridor. It didn't feel right to violate the sanctity of the rules, nor betray Patton's trust, but for the sake of knowledge he denounced his standards. He had one opportunity, one night to put his education to the test, and what better time than when his family were sound asleep in the living room?

Logan twisted the brass door knob, entering the prince's dorm. He placed his book on the floor with trembling fingers, squeezing his eyes shut in an effort to active the mind palace. It was a dangerous stunt, considering he only possessed a fifth of the creative capabilities of the average twin. After several minutes of pushing and shoving his thoughts, he brightening the area into a plain sheet of white. 

"Operating theatre," he stammered, "contour an operating theatre." The space shifted, the lights dimming and the walls turned grey. A large, metallic table stood in the middle of the room, with an unconscious body sprawled over its smooth surface. Beside it stood a small wheeled stand lined with medical tweezers, scissors, scalpels, gloves and silk stitches.

Logan fluttering open his gaze with an exhausted groan, marvelling at the scenario he'd developed. He slipped on the plastic hand coverings and observed his patient, his heart fluttered with excitement. According to the medical procedure, all he needed was close the gaping wound on the man's hairy chest. Logan hastily put himself to work disinfecting the gash, threading the skin together with delicately wound stitches. 

A loud cutting sound sliced through the air. Logan jerked his attention to the back of the room, his muscles growing tense at the heightened unexplained volume. He could barley make out the figure slicing through the wall, his body soaked in oozing blood. 

"Hey Brother, what are ya-" Remus halted, staring at Logan with perplex. "Who the heck are you?"

Logan cleared his throat, fidgeting with his striped cyan tie. Fidgeting had certainly evolved into a dependable habit for him, most probably because it served as a physical coping release for his bottled up anxiety. After all, he was logic, he wouldn't allow himself to spiral into panic at the sight of an intrusive thought. 

"My name is Logan, I believe we've met, albeit a long while ago." He stepped forward, extending his hand. The twin truly looked a horrifying mess, undoubtedly the appearance he was aiming for. 

Remus grinned. "My name's Remus! What on a galaxy far far away are you doing?"

"A Star Wars reference? Sure. I was simply practicing a basic surgery on this here unconscious body, no big deal. Dare I ask why you are covered in blood?" 

Remus chuckled. "Why would I need a reason to cover myself in blood? Well, I suppose I was hoping to be used as bait for The-crazy-big-mama-dragon... say, are you going to help us defeat her?"