"It's time!"

She slowly approached him while bringing her hands out from behind her back, her needle and thread hiddenin her clasped hands. "You'll love these, they're dark green like your eyes!" She whispered in his ear.

He figeted nervously in the seat, miniscule beads of sweat rolling down his face.

A malicious grin was plastered on her pale face, making it look stranger than ever. She reached her arms up to his face, softly placing one of the buttons on his left eye.

This was the moment Logan had decided to fight back. In all actuality, he'd been planning this for months. In his mind, figuring that he couldn't argue with her anymore, he would instead choose to fight back. He started to squirm around, viciously kicking his legs up and down in the air. His eyes were squeezed shut. He could hear her screeching like a tortured  animal, horrid sounds coming out of her mouth.

But it all was practically over as soon as it had started. One minute he was fighting back, the next he was falling asleep. All he could hear was his mother cooing, "It'll all be over soon, dear. Just relax!"

He pushed his eyes open for a few seconds. A giant needle was sticking out of his arm, a strange liquid being injected into him.
Then he drifted off, embracing the cold darkness.

{An hour TimeSkip.}

He opened his eyes. Or at least he tried to. Everything was groggy.
Like moving around in slow motion. The loud ticking of the clock was enough to make him go crazy.

His hands reached up to his eyes. There were buttons? His eyes slowly focused. It was like he was wearing a mask. Little holes to see through.

Finally he turned his head round. There was a note on the floor.

'To my dearest son' was written in cursive on top.

(The letter)

"To my dearest son.

I hope you like your eyes. Or at least you'l learn to love them.
I've been waiting for so long to see you with them! But I was only allowed to give you them when you're 18. That's always the way it's been. (But of course we had to wait a while as you were, erm . . . well uncooperative) Don't move an inch until I come back! And be quiet. Father's resting.

See you later son."

He had so many questions.
Unanswered questions.
Son?

She's never called me son. And she's always wanted to see me like this? That I'll 'learn to love them?'

In the distance a glimmer caught his eye.* His head flipped round to see, that it was a giant, long mirror. He glared at it, seeing himself staring blankly back.

It was an ugly sight. He was thin, long and pale. His right arm practically had tiny holes in it. Probably from when she injected with what-ever the hell that was. Or maybe just out of fun. he thought to himself.

The most gruesome part was his own face.
There was a big scar down the left side of his face, but that had  always been there. Ever since he could remember that had been there. But he never knew why. That just added to how horrible he looked. His bones were practically protruding out of his face. Dark redish-black rings around his eyes. Bruises on his face. He didn't know how those got there either.

Then there were his eyes, no,
his button eyes.

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*shall be left in there (was done by accident).

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